Chapter 8

The Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. We had lucked out because the airline had overbooked our flight and had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take.

As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, it was kind of like that in that while we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don’t think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out.

As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place ... wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora’s box to be opened and I wasn’t sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn’t. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn’t going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn’t be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, was that worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn’t sure.

I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn’t seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it ... what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us.

The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn’t see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, “Wow, this is amazing.”

“It’s supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner.”

The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana’s circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana’s. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, “Welcome.”

I felt comfortable in taking my mother’s hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty.

“Welcome to our island paradise,” said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather.

“We have a reservation under Moss,” said my mother.

The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, “Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss.”

I started to say that we were not “Mr. and Mrs.”, but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled.

“We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I’m sure you are going to love it,” the desk clerk said.

I looked at my mother again. It hadn’t even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn’t given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I’m sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head.

The clerk said, “Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I think everything is fine,” my mother said as she picked up the keys.

“The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right.”

I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother’s waist. She turned to me and whispered, “I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa.”

“Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard,” I said.

“I know,” she answered.

We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. “Mr. and Mrs., huh?” I said.

“Well, we couldn’t afford two rooms,” my mother answered.

“That’s true,” I readily agreed. “But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa ... if there is a sofa?” I was only being half facetious.

“I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.

I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.

When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things ... at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast.

When we stepped into the room, we both gasped ... the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.

“Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?” I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face.

“I don’t know. This isn’t the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake.”

“Well, let’s enjoy it until they throw us out,” I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room?

We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. “Thanks for everything, Mom,” I said sincerely.

“You earned the vacation,” she returned.

“I don’t just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it’s been hard. I’m going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back.” I saw tears forming in her eyes.

“You don’t have to pay me back. I didn’t do it for that. I did it for us ... both of us.”

I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I know. I love you,” I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother’s tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us.

“Where would you like your luggage, Mr. Moss?”

My face turned red when I realized I couldn’t turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do.