It wasn’t until much later in the day as mum sat beside me holding my hand that I realised what had been staring me in the face all day and my heart sank.
I knew I’d have to be very careful how I asked, so I suggested that we could go for a walk in the corridor.
“All right darling,” she said quietly, “but you’re still very weak so we can’t be long.”
Just along the corridor from the ward, was a smoking room for patients only so we went in and sat down, mum lit two cigarettes up and handed one to me.
“Thanks mum,” I said and squeezed her hand. “You’ve lost it mum, haven’t you?”
She nodded and her eyes filled with tears.
“Yes, I’m sorry darling.”
“Oh mum,” and we cried together for Jill and two unborn babies.
“What caused it mum, the stress, the shock or what?”
I could hardly hear her whispered reply.
“I don’t know Tommy, I rang Jill’s mobile just to say that I’d spend the evening with Fred, but that his idea of an exciting night was to sit in the pub playing darts and dominoes with his mates and I think I was supposed to sit there watching and pretend I was enjoying it.”
“Oh shit mum, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be silly Tommy,” she said and kissed me, “You weren’t to know and besides, he may not be the answer to a maiden’s prayer, but he’s a genuinely nice man, it’s just one of those things, when I rang, I heard the bang and Fred drove me straight there, I found Jill….”
She began to get all choked up, so I suggested that we leave it, but she shook her head vehemently.
“No darling, we both loved her, help me through this.”
“Take me home mum,” I said softly. “I’m ok, stay in my room tonight with me and we’ll make arrangements to go home in the morning.”
“It’s just me and you Tommy,” she said, very quietly.
I leaned in towards her and kissed her cheek.
“I’ve never wanted it any other way mum.”
Dr Francis wasn’t too pleased about us both discharging ourselves, when we told her, but she accepted it and said that all we needed now was time.
We had all the time in the world.
Fred very kindly came to the hospital and drove us home the following morning, he winced when he saw my face although it was only slightly burnt.
“Tommy,” he said as we got out of his car, I looked round at him and he gave me what passed for him as a smile.
“Anything son, anything at all, ring me”
“What I want more than anything now Fred, is for the work to start on the chalets.”
“It’s all in hand mate,” he said. “You’ve been out of it for a couple of days, but if you’re ready, I’ve got a team ready to start tomorrow.”
“The sooner the better Fred, see you in the morning.”
Mum kissed me as soon as we got into the house, but it made me wince a bit and I pulled away.
“What?”
“My face is sore mum.” I protested, so very, very gently she held my face in her hands and touched her lips to where I’d been burnt.
“Make love to me Tommy.”
“Mum you’re, well you’re. Er you know aren’t you?”
“Yes I’m still bleeding a bit, does it bother you?”
“Hell no mum, but aren’t you sore?”
“No darling, not at all why?”
“I just think that after the funeral, we should have a week or so away somewhere you know to gather our thoughts and I could do with some sun on my face.”
“I’d have thought you’d had enough heat for now.”
But she said it without any malice of course and we both smiled as we went hand in hand upstairs.
We did make love and I have to say it was beautiful in spite of it not being the most hygienic session we’d ever had, mum was a bit unsure at first but then so was I with my burnt face and chest, we managed though and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Practically the whole village turned out for Jill’s funeral, which we found very moving, we’d only been there for a couple of days and yet they’d taken time off work, closed their businesses or whatever; all to pay their respects to someone they hardly knew.
Every single one of them shook my hand and muttered condolences as they filed out past mum and I and for that little show of respect, we both sat down and wrote out thank you cards to them all when we got home with a list from the local vicar and the help of Fred who was turning out to be a valuable friend.
We flew out three days later to Spain leaving behind a mass of diggers and earth movers beavering away under Fred’s watchful eye, mum had stopped bleeding by then but I was still concerned for her mental state, I realised that the embryo was unborn, but, well I don’t know enough about it so I just kept quiet.
I knew she was okay when, on our first night in the hotel, she announced that we should explore the nudist beach as soon as we were able, I wasn’t too sure about that, after all I still had vivid red burns on my face and chest, so I said so and she giggled.
“What?”
We were in the dining room at the time, so she had to lower her voice. “When you’re naked Tommy, believe me it won’t be your face people are looking at, or your chest either.”
“Behave!” I laughed, but like every other man in the world I was secretly pleased at her flattery. “Ok you win, we’ll go tomorrow morning.”
We did too, I’d kind of hoped that she might have forgotten about it, but there was absolutely no chance of that, she woke me mid morning with a coffee and a view of her gorgeous hairless pussy right next to my eyes.
“Come on lazy bones,” she said with that old sparkle back in her eyes, (not that I was looking anywhere near her eyes.) “Time to get up.”
I realised I’d awoken with my usual morning erection throbbing away down below and her eyes widened with delight when I turned onto my back.
“Ooh yes,” she said as she climbed aboard, “Definitely time to get up.”
Her pussy was wet as usual and it felt like a soft, velvet glove around my cock as she began to rise up and down on it.
“You can move a bit too you know,” she gasped, but I shook my head.
“Uhu, no, I think I’ll just lie here and let you abuse me, then I’ll go back to sleep, I may join you on the beach later, but on the other hand, I may stay in bed until you return and abuse me again.”
Leaning forward, she touched her lips to my face.
“Seriously Tommy, if you’re not up to it, we won’t go.”
Then she squealed with delight as I suddenly thrust back up at her, lifting her bodily up off the bed.
“Oh fuck yes Tommy, oh my God, you’re up to it all right.”
I reached up and gripped her shoulders as I thrust upwards again and again, she shook, her eyes rolled, her nipples swelled and she moaned deep in her throat.
“Do it Tommy, do it, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, fuck yes baby, yes, yes, YES TOMMY I’M CUMMING!”
She went rigid as I blew up and shot a seemingly endless stream of spunk deep into her belly, then collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath as I was too.
“Wow!” she whispered, “that was intense.”
“Mmm.” I agreed and promptly fell asleep!
It was mid afternoon when I woke up again, feeling like a million dollars, I’d obviously needed the extra sleep, a little note next to me on the pillow caught my eye and I smiled to myself as a g-string fell out from between the folded paper.
“Dear Tommy, gone you know where, I don’t think I’ll need this but you never know.”
I walked down onto the beach and stopped at the big notice, which read in several languages.
Beyond this point, clothes may not be worn, I stood there for a good five minutes trying to see if I could spot her, but it was hopeless and I was just about to give up when a pair of soft lips kissed my neck.
“Get ’em off,” she laughed and to be honest, I was very relieved to see her, I turned and hugged her and she melted in my arms.
“I can’t believe you’re shy about stripping off,” then she realised that I was very much aware of the burns.
“Sorry darling, you know what I meant.”
She had on an ultra short pair of shorts and a very tight pink tee shirt through which the dark circles of her nipples could be seen straining against the material.
“Don’t be silly mum,” I said, “Come on, where’s your stuff?”
“Stuff?”
“Yes you know, the stuff you brought with you to the beach.”
“There isn’t any Tommy,” she said softly, ” I came as I am, ‘cos I knew that everything I could ever want would come and find me.”
“Oh mum.” I was a little bit choked at that and she sensed it.
“Have you brought any money with you?” she asked.
“Yes a bit why?”
“Come on, there’s a little beach bar down there, let’s have a drink.”
As we walked down to the bar, I saw a few people looking at me and so did mum, because I felt her squeezing my hand, we looked at each other and smiled, enough said.
The lager was ice cold and the first litre hardly touched the sides, even the barman acknowledged my obvious thirst with a nod and said, “Bravo senor, is good yes?”
“Oh yes.” I grinned, “Is very good.”
“Tommy, I’ve been watching you over the last few days,” mum said quietly.
“You’re a man now.”
“Wow.” I laughed, “You’ve noticed!” and failed to avoid the hefty kick on my shin.
“Seriously Tommy, just for a minute.”
“Ok”
“You’re nearly nineteen now and, and…” her voice cracked and I realised she was getting to something very dear to her, very important.
“Go on mum,” I urged and held her hand.
“Well you’ve done more than most lads of your age could ever hope to achieve.”
“Rubbish.”
“It’s not rubbish Tommy, it’s not rubbish at all, all right we’ve had a bit of luck along the way, we’ve got Arnold’s money, the cottage as well as Jill’s money.”
She was silent for a minute and we held both hands with each other while she composed herself.
“Can you imagine where I’d be right now if you hadn’t have been there outside the prison that morning when I came out?”
“You’d have done all right mum,” I replied. “You know you would.”
“NO I BLOODY WOULDN’T!” she practically leapt out of her seat much to the barman’s consternation,
Acknowledging his concern, she dazzled him with one of her special smiles and he relaxed.
“Darling I wouldn’t have done all right, I would never have managed without you, or what you did, just think about what sort of a state I was in when you met me, go on just think about it; I didn’t know my arse from my elbow, I didn’t know whether it was good Friday or Christmas bloody day and I’d still be like that now if you hadn’t have been there.”
I found all this strangely embarrassing and shuffled in my seat,
“Get to the point mum, please.”
“I can’t have another baby.”
The way she said it made my heart bleed for her, it was as if she’d finally accepted that her fertile days were over, or that she wasn’t a woman any more.
I remember thinking very carefully before I answered.
“Mum,” I cleared my throat. ” you gave me the greatest gift a mother can give to her son.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“You gave me life, live it with me.”
It took a few moments for her to compose herself before answering me, but when she did, it was worth the wait.
“Can we go home tomorrow darling?”
“Of course mum, but why?”
“Because you’ve got a market garden to attend to and I’ve got to supervise the building of some chalets, that’s why.”
“So let’s drink a toast to what started it.”
We raised our glasses to each other in a toast.
“Tomatoes!”
THE END
