Lemmy woke to the smell of breakfast, he showered quickly, dressed and wandered into the dining room, his mother was fully dressed, wearing the usual apron. However, she looked grim and silent.
Lemmy worried that she had a change of mind, a road to Damascus conversion, he thought to himself, had her religious upbringing won out over her earthly needs?
'What do you want first, the good news or the bad news?' She demanded, wrong footing him?
Lemmy groaned, 'there's never any good news when someone asks that question,' he sighed, 'what is it be?'
'Well, the good news is, I'm not pregnant,' a big smile on her face.
'That is good news, I need to be less pessamistic,' he was smiling.
Then a frown 'how do you know; I mean you must be on the pill, you are, aren't you?'
'No,' a straightforward brutal answer.
Lemmy gulped 'how do you know then, have you got a test kit?'
'Better than that,' she sounded triumphal, I started my period, 'better than any test. Oh Lemuel, your face is an absolute picture,' she was laughing.
It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts, 'you do have pills, don't you?'
'No, I don't need the pill.'
'But you do need pills, what about you and Dad?'
She waved a hand as though it was of no consequence, 'he goes away for weeks at a time, and when he comes home, he's too tired to bother,' her smile faded.
'Will this affect us,' he asked, scared to hear the answer.
'No of course not.'
'How can we carry on as we are?'
I'm sure if we look in every bathroom cabinet, in every cabin, we can find something,' she sounded more optimistic than Lemmy felt, surely women on the pill didn't just forget and leave them behind.
After breakfast, they went together to search the cabins, 'We are best going together, in my work as a deaconess, I came across every kind of pill, you probably wouldn't recognise all of the different brands.'
'You're probably right,' he muttered, even after what had happened over the last few days, it still felt strange that he was searching with his mother for pills, pills that would enable them to safely continue fucking.
As the search progressed, he bucked up, his mother could have used this as an excuse, instead she was actively helping, Lemmy went back to musing about what the future held, she was bound to want to try different positions, wasn't she, positions like "table-enders and doggy-fashion", his mind was a jumble and he started to get an erection, "cow-girl", not that he was particularly keen on that one, he preferred to be on top and in control.
'Damn, he thought, why did I wait so long, if I hadn't had that affair with Sandra, the bored wife of a late-season hunter, and the last to leave, we might've been at the stage of doing oral sex, well we aren't going to start now, his shoulders slumped.
They were only halfway through, and they'd found enough in drawers and cabinets to last a month, not enough for the duration, but better than nothing.
The search took all day, he couldn't ask his mother when she would be available for sex, but he figured 5, maybe 6 days at the most, and day one was almost over, and he had an erection, damn it!
The next day they resumed their search, Lemmy managed to avoid an erection, he wanted to save it up and next time they made love, flood her, leave her oozing sperm and her love juices.
The day after, Lemmy had a brainwave, don't just look for birth control pills, look for porn, discs, tapes, usb's, the camp even had a very old 8mm projector, plus every other device needed to play them on, could he persuade her to watch porn with him?
Lemmy found more porn than he could use, when his mother wasn't around, he went through them, and one of them starred a fucking machine, a sex toy, it appeared home-made, consisting of a variable speed electric screwdriver which had enough power to turn a wheel, this then was connected to a rod which went back and forth as the wheel turned, at the end of the rod was a dildo. Lemmy got to work straight away.
It was now the fourth day of her "unavailability", he spent all day in the workshop, which was some distance from their quarters, there was no way he'd be disturbed.
Day 5 came and by lunch hour he had a fully functional fucking machine, he also thought that if his mother didn't want to continue, he'd have no trouble persuading Caroline to try it, he went for lunch feeling buoyant.
'You've got a good appetite, worked hard in the workshop?'