In response to the many requests for a sequel to Caravan Lust – here is what happened next... (if you have not yet read Caravan Lust, you might it find it useful to do so first).
A few weeks after their caravan holiday, the family were back into their respective routines. Peter and Lucy were back at Uni, and so was Tom, although his course was effectively over and the main items on his agenda were going to a whole host of parties, attending his graduation ceremony and getting a job – on that order.
He was lying in bed, vaguely contemplating all this, one morning at around 11 o'clock – considering whether he should get up – when his mobile rang.
"Huh," he grunted, "hello?"
"Tom? It's Mum, Tom."
He regained his full senses quite quickly. He and Maggie has not had an opportunity to sleep together a second time since returning from their holiday, but the glances and fleeting private moments that had passed between them in the few days before he returned to Uni were charged with unspoken desire and the great significance of their secret.
"You OK Mum?" he asked.
"Yes – I – er – I wondered if you would like a visitor for a couple of days."
"A visitor? You mean YOU?"
She laughed.
"Yes, I do mean me. Your Dad is away on a business trip for a couple of nights and I'm here all by myself, and you're there, and...". Her voice trailed away.
"Oh, God, Mum that would be awesome," he replied, before hesitating. "But the other guys in the house..."
"I have thought of that," came her quick response. "No one would expect to stay down there and stay in your house. There is nowhere for me to sleep – alone." She giggled as she added that last word. "So I have booked a room at the Swallow Hotel in the town – and guess what? They only had double rooms available." She giggled again and Tom chuckled back.
"I'll be there by two," she said. "Meet me at the hotel?"
"You bet!" he replied, jumping out of bed even as he spoke.
She was late. It was twenty-past two when she arrived. He had worried that maybe she was not going to make it after all, but eventually she did.
They kissed gently on the cheek, as mother and son should. She checked in, collected her room key and Tom picked up the small holdall she had brought with her as they walked to the lift.
She pressed the button for the 3rd floor and as the doors closed he moved towards her and pulled her to him. To his surprise, she resisted.
"Not yet Tom," she smiled. "Not here."
They made the rest of the short trip to her room in silence. As he closed the door and put her bag down, she took in the view from her window before turning to face him.
"Tom. Sit down please." She smiled gently but her tone was firm.
He did as she asked, sitting on the end of the bed. She sat beside him and took his hand.
