I felt awful and I went to her and put my arms around her. I said, “You’re right mom, it was a terrible thing to say. I know you’re not ashamed. I just got this thing in my head. It seemed like you wouldn’t even talk to me about it, but it still wasn’t right. Do you forgive me love?” I kissed her wet eyes.
She said, “Oh honey, of course I forgive you. You know I’m proud of you don’t you, and proud of us? I didn’t mean we can’t talk about it. But when you said I treated you like you were still my boy…you’ll always be my boy, won’t you?” She gave me a hurt look.
I said, “Of course I’ll always be your boy.” She kissed me and caressed my cock the way she did whenever she thought I was upset with her. She usually tried to make me feel better with sex, and usually it worked, because, why wouldn’t I feel better after coming in my mother’s mouth, or pussy? She made me stiff and told me how proud she was to be the woman I wanted. She whispered in my ear as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. “And I’m proud of what you do to do me with this…you make me come so hard baby, you know that don’t you, don’t you?”
I said, “I do know it Paula, and I’m proud that you’re my lover, and my mom, and you’re my wife too, aren’t you baby?”
She said, “Yes I’m your wife always. And maybe for now we could just think about me having your baby, and it could be a sweet fantasy for both of us to think about when you’re inside me?”
I said, “Yes Paula…Paula, my sweet wife.”
We made love. As I stroked her she said, “One day you’re going to come inside me and make me pregnant, and mommy’s going to have your baby, and I’ll be so proud that you wanted it to be me.” Mom’s orgasm was quick and intense and she held me fiercely after she came.
And then Hell came up and swallowed us whole. Mom and Sandy were coming back from the supermarket when a fucking drunk driver ran a stop sign and broadsided their car. I hope he rots in jail for the rest of his life. Sandy was killed. This beautiful loving person that I saw hours before was gone forever.
Mom was critical and comatose. They thought that somehow her head had banged sideways into the window even though the bag had inflated. She was on the opposite side of the impact and had only minor physical injuries. The trauma was causing her brain to swell. It was a horror show.
I spent day and night there. After a two days Jim came and stayed with me. We waited and waited and most of time they told us nothing except, ‘We’re doing all we can.’ Fuck. My life was going down the drain. Jim cried and held mom’s hand as if hoping that if she lived, somehow his mother would also. On the second day he said that mom squeezed his hand. I ran to get the doctor, but the nurse said that it was just a reflex and very common. We waited some more.
Jim was distraught, and I wasn’t far behind. All I had was the hope that the doctors held out that she could come out of it at any time. What her condition might be they couldn’t tell because of the head trauma.
On the fifth day mom woke up. It was wonderful and terrible. She was confused and didn’t remember anything. She hardly spoke and slept all the time. It wasn’t like in the movies where the person wakes up and everybody is cheerfully getting back to their lives. The next day while the doctor was examining her, she pointed to me as if trying to remember and said, “Is that my husband?”