Set in the 1980's, this continues the events ahead of my father's funeral. Where my mother has an important announcement and confesses her sins.
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I woke up sometime later bursting for a pee and realising that no one else was about just wandered out of my room stark naked to the bathroom. After a satisfying piss I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, cock hanging down from a mass of spunk matted gingery pubic hair and dried lube with brown streaks staining one thigh. I needed a shower and also to change the bed clothes as no doubt they were spunk stained and potential a little shit stained too.
After stripping my bed, I noticed it was already past midday, so I piled the dirty laundry on the floor and headed for the shower. Refreshed, shaved and dressed, I skipped breakfast, then quickly drove to the pub. Mum was sitting table on the raised patio in the furthest corner of the pub garden talking to one of the barmaids, as I got there the girl turned showing off a large round pregnant belly.
"Hello, Sean, you've grown," the girl said, "I haven't seen you since junior school!"
"So, have you, Patty Bailey," I replied grinning recognising one of my earliest girlfriends, "You didn't have that before," I pointed at her bump. I would also have mentioned the huge titties that were bulging in her tight t-shirt but thought the better of it even though my cock twitched at the sight.
"Well I was only ten, but I recognised your Mum when she arrived, she still looks as young," she explained, "So I thought I'd have a chat before some of the dirty old buggers that come in here started harassing her! As you're here now she should be pretty safe, what do you want to drink, I'll bring it out?"
"No, you won't," piped up Mum, "He's big enough to carry his own beer, you should be taking it easy! Sit down and keep me company and Sean can get the drinks and order me one of those corned beef sandwiches and a lemonade."
Patty laughed, "Okay, I'll stay until he gets back, but I'll have to go as Barry can't even butter the bread properly."
As duly ordered, I went off to get drinks and order the food. When I returned, Patty wearily stood up from the bench seat, and waddled back into the pub.
"Doesn't she look well?" said Mum as I sat down, "Not long before she has the baby by the way it looks."
"Well as long as she has time to butter the bread!" I laughed, "But she does look really well, pregnancy seems to suit her."
"But you men, don't know the pain we go through," said Mum, much happier than this morning, "Just to make you Daddies!"
"Some pleasure beforehand, if we do it right," I replied.
"Well you definitely do, my little baby boy," mumbled Mum just as she sipped her drink.
Mum crossed her legs and I heard the familiar swoosh of nylon stockings rubbing together and her skirt slid up exposing a little flesh.
"That's a nice sound," I murmured, "and sight," I added.
"I'll need to call Patty," laughed Mum, "I think a dirty young man is harassing me!"
"Anything to oblige, Ma'am!" I smiled.
"I glad you seem happier now," I continued, "Did the Doctor's appointment go okay?"
"I feel a lot happier," said Mum, "But the appointment depends on your point of view?"
Worried I said, "You're not ill are you," slightly too loud.
"No Sean," she replied touching my hand, "But I have a decision to make and you need to help!"
"What is it?" I asked intrigued, "and how can I help?"
"Well you know Patty looks really well," Mum replied, "Do you think I'll look as good in seven months' time?"
"You'll look great as always!" I said, "What's happening in seven months?"
Smiling, Mum looked at me, "For a grammar schoolboy you can be slow sometimes. I will be having a baby if you want me to."
"What," I sat back stunned for a second, before stupidly asking "Are you pregnant too?"
"Yes, I can't have a baby any other way," she slowly explained, "But I'll only stay that way if you want me to!"
I couldn't think straight at first and just took a deep gulp of beer, "But didn't the Doctors say you shouldn't," I finally said, "Won't it be dangerous?"
"I'm not worried about that, the doctors will keep an eye on me as an older mother," said Mum, "But I need you to agree, Sean!"
"Of course, I agree, but I don't want anything to happen to you," I said fearfully, then suddenly realising the full implications, "What about the baby? Will it okay because its mine?"
"We can only hope so Sean," she said, "But I think either way you'll be a good Daddy."
"I promise I will, Mum," I said, and tears rolled down my cheeks for the second time that day, but not with any anger this time.
"Thank you, Sean," cried Mum, handing me a handkerchief, "Now dry your eyes before Patty comes back, or she'll think something is wrong."
I wiped my eyes and then dabbed hers just as a couple of business suited older men walked out from the bar holding pints, followed by Patty carrying two plates of sandwiches. The men looked at her and sat down without offering to help, so I waved and called to tell her I would come and get them.
When I took the plates from her, she said, "Sorry to hear about your Dad, I didn't want to say anything before to your Mum as she seemed worried and a little bit on edge when she arrived. But she seems happy now you are here."
"Thanks, there has been a lot going on lately," I replied, "But the funeral is tomorrow and perhaps it will gradually get better after that's over. Good luck with the birth, I remember to pop by to find out how it goes."
"Imagine," Patty grinned, "If you hadn't been caught kissing Julie Baines in class 3B, this could have been yours." With that she chuckled and waddled back to her bar duty.
I was smiling when I got back to our table and told Mum what Patty had said. Mum patted the seat beside her indicating I should sit there so that we could both look back down the garden. The old guys were looking the other way, so I quickly stole a kiss on Mum's neck as I sat down.
"Sean, you have to be careful, Patty may be watching from the window," complained Mum, "It would be fine if no one knew us."
"Sorry, but I'm in a good mood," I said, "It's the first time I've been told I'll be a Dad."
"Well there is a long way to go and things sometimes go wrong," she said cautiously, "We never really talked about this as a family but I have lost babies before so we will need to be careful."
"It's a bit late for that," I joked, then stopped realising how stupid I sounded, "Sorry Mum, I didn't mean that."
"I know, but that's what we need to talk about it properly," said Mum quietening her voice, "In the early days I'll need you to be gentle when we make love, or only do it up my bum, when I lost babies before one of the doctors explained that sometimes even later on getting carried away and being rough can cause problems, especially if the woman is a bit small or the man is longer than normal."
"Like you and your Father," she continued, "Sometimes when you do it, I can feel you very deep."
She paused and ate some of her sandwich letting her words it sink in. I nodded and suddenly feeling very hungry wolfed down my own sandwich and drained my beer.