I awoke just as the sky was beginning to lighten. I laid in bed rolling the events of yesterday around my aching head. I imagined my mother's thoughts, a husband that not only cheated, but completely left her for another life, before actually even leaving her. What a sucker punch. I was trying to gather my thoughts about a father whom I had always loved and admired. I couldn't get my head around this new image of him being such a duplicitous liar and cheat and coward and phony.
What was I doing here? He had arranged all of this in advance. I know that Mom had taken excited phone calls from our other friends, who were now supposed to be here with us, enjoying this lovely vacation. What had he told them to prevent their coming? Where was Amy in all this? I had really built up the idea of her being here with us.
My thoughts returned to Mom. She must really be devastated! Beyond devastated. I tossed back the covers and stepped outside to shower in the waterfall outside my room. The water was chilly and bracing. I wrapped a towel around me and headed off to Mom's side of the villa. I passed by Maribella in her kitchen, topless in her pareo, making coffee, her perfect breasts sway gently as she worked. My penis rose in greeting at the sight of her. I kissed her lips and took a tray of coffee and tiny pastries from her and headed for Mom's room.
Entering quietly, I noted that she was still asleep, or so I thought. She was laying half on her side, the sheet lowered and bunched around her hip. Half her bottom and her naked back were exposed as she lay facing the open doors to the sea. I stood taking in the sight of her. I wished I had my camera, the image was so beautiful; tiny waist and perfect flaring hip and a lightly muscled back and shoulders. I approached quietly, not wanting to wake her. I moved to a table and set the tray down as quietly as I could. I turned to face her and noticed her watching me; she was wide awake.
"Oh, hey. Good morning." I stammered. "I thought you were asleep." She offered only a faint smile.
"No. No sleep." She said quietly. "I couldn't sleep at all,... all night." I noted that the sheet was draped so low that a tiny bit of her pubic hair was visible. Mom unhurriedly moved to pull the sheet up a bit. In doing so she completely exposed her right breast, briefly. The sheet then covered it. I noted though that the sheet was of such delicate material that I could still make out the dark areola through it. That brief image of her breast was seered into my mind. Her breasts were obviously perfect, probably C-cups,
I took her a cup of coffee, steaming and smelling of rich, heavy coffee beans. She took it from me with a slight smile. I grabbed mine and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked me softly.
"Me? I was going to ask the same of you. Are you okay?" She sipped her coffee thoughtfully and took a long time to reply.
"No, baby. Not really. I don't even get my mind to focus correctly. I don't even know what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling,... I don't even,... I,..." she set her cup down gently, rolled onto her back and covered her face in her hands.
I simply sat there and watched as she began to softly cry. I took both cups and returned them to the tray and moved to lie down next to her and took her in my arms. At first she resisted slightly, but then gave in and let me hold her limp form as she cried and cried. We stayed like that for a long while.
I noted Maribella at the open door, silently asking if we needed anything. I smile and shook my head. She left us alone. Mom cried herself to sleep and I simply moved us gently to where I was sitting up with her in my arms. The sounds of the jungle and the sea wafted into the room as I waited for her to get some needed rest.
A lovely bright green bird appeared at the open doors and landed on the railing. I eyed me suspiciously as it sat there, taking stock of the tray of pastries. I cocked my head and gave it a 'Don't you dare!' look and it thought better of stealing from me and flitted off again, but not before squawking its irritation as it left. The noise awoke my mother. She lurched at the sound and then, sat up a bit, taking stock of where we were and what was up.
She scooted down into the bed, gathering the sheet under her arms and over her bare breasts, then stretched and yawned. "Your father,..."
"Is an unbelievable fucker!" I finished for her. She looked at me with a shocked look as if she was about to scold me for the language, but then her mouth snapped shut and she thought for a second.
"Yeah. I guess that is so. He is!" she stated calmly. She used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes. "An unbelievable fucker!" she repeated. She glanced around for her coffee. I told her that I think it had gone cold. She had been asleep for about a half an hour.
"Let me get you some more." I stood, almost losing my towel in the process and headed for the door, to find Maribella. I found her waiting just outside the room with a new carafe of hot coffee. I kept discovering her knack of knowing just what was needed, just before it was needed. I smiled a thanks and took it from her. I watched, entranced as her hips worked in that sexy way as she hobbled away. What an ass on the girl, I thought to myself.
"Feel like a swim?" I asked her after we had silently feasted on breakfast.
"Oh baby, no way. I have to get back home."
"Back home?" I asked her completely shocked at this new idea. "What the hell for?"
Well, I have to find out where you father is, what he's up to,... "
"Whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec." I told her. "He's not there. Even if he was,... I mean,... He's gone. No one is there. If you go home now,..."
Mom simply stared at me, as if I had no idea about what was required at a time like this. She was looking adamant that she was going to go get him, fix this, and get on with her life; with him. We stared at each other for a long time.
"I'm afraid that there's no fixing this. He has played all the moves to ensure that he is well and truly out of it. He can't be found. There's no bringing him back." Mom had no response, simply stared. "How could you even want him back now?" I asked her.
"I take it you don't?" she asked me, calmly as she sipped the last of her coffee.
"Fuck him!" I blurted, realizing that I was almost in tears. Mom's gaze remained even. I hemmed and hawed for a bit, not knowing how to express the depth of my outrage, my hurt. I caught myself realizing mine could be nothing compared to hers.
Mom set down her cup, pulled the sheet up over her breasts a bit and then laid back into her pillows, hands clasped above her head. She was gazing at the ceiling, thoughtful, unaware of how close she was to exposing both lovely breasts to me. "I used to be able,..." she started, "... to see just where we were going, where we were headed in life. Now,..." Her voice fell off as she simply, slowly shook her head.
After a very long while staring at nothing, her gaze shifted to the open doors and the sea beyond.
