Could This Be Love - S03 E08

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Could This Be Love - S03 E08

Read Story: SEASON 3 EPISODE 08

T he Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It
seemed that everyone was taking a vacation
at the same time. The airline had
overbooked our flight and as a result they
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, since 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 h---y 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, I wondered if
that was 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 g---n. 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 c--k 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.
“So, let’s unpack and then go down and explore
the hotel,” my mother said when the door was
closed.

“Sounds like a plan,” I returned.
We spent several hours walking around the hotel
and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap
trinket shops and looking in the windows of the
very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on
main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to
go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the
casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the
ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and
my mom ordered a large salad with one of the
house specialty drinks—you know those fruity
things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had
several drinks. They must have contained a good
deal of alcohol because by the time the second
drink was done, I could see that my mother was
looking quite relaxed.

I knew I had to find out about our sleeping
arrangements as well as what was going to happen
when we went back to the room. I guess I could
have let it just happen, but I didn’t want to make a
big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had
no idea how far my mother was willing to let me
go. I gathered up my courage and said, “Mom,
what are we going to do when we get back to the
room?” I said, starting out fine but then stuttering.

“I mean, you know, uh … like … where we are
going to sleep and you know … stuff?” My face
turned beet red.

“I wondered when you were going to get to that,”
she said as she reached over and gasped my hand.

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t thought it all
through yet. We both know we have gone way over
the moral line already,” she said with a slight
blush.

She paused and seemed to be thinking as she
gazed at the blue water behind me. “We can
certainly do the things we have already done. How
much further we go … well, we will have to wait
and see how things develop.”
A big smile came to my face. “Can we go back to
the room now?” I said, staring at her sweet lips. I
knew what I wanted. So did she.
“I suppose so,” she answered with a coy smile.

Then she leaned close and said, “You want my lips
wrapped around your c--k, don’t you?”

To say I was stunned by my mother’s graphic
words would be an understatement. I opened my
mouth but nothing came out.
“From the look on your face I think that you are
interested,” she said with a naughty smile.
I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid
the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators.

As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we
were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn’t resist
as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her
back and then under the waistband of her tight
slacks.

A moment later I had the soft cheeks of her
bare ass in my palms. I heard her moan into my
mouth. My c--k grew hard immediately and I
pressed it into her. She responded by grinding her
hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our
floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I
grabbed her hand and practically dragged her
down the hall and into our room. With the door
closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went
to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure.

Right there, inside the door, my mother went to
her knees. I watched as she pulled the zipper of my
pants down and searched inside for my c--k.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as her hand wrapped
around my c--k. With some difficulty she fished it
from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back
and gazed at the swollen head. My c--k had been
leaking juice since we reached the hotel. She licked
up the juice and then with a little moan from deep
in her throat, she opened her mouth and took my
c--k inside.

“Oh God, Mom,” I gasped as I reached for her head
and twisted my fingers in her hair.

My hips began
to move back and forth. Her lips on my c--k felt
indescribably wonderful. She knew just how to
tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her
tongue. I could feel my c--k leaking my pre-c-m
juice into her mouth. I knew that if she kept doing
that I would c-m in her mouth in just a few
moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and
looked up at me.

“Let’s get our showers and then we can take care
of this,” she said adding a little kiss to the head of
my c--k.

I moaned in frustration, but didn’t protest too
much.

My mother rose to her feet and said, “You go
ahead and take your shower first. I have a few call
to make to verify the side trips I’ve set up for us.”
I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to
come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed,
leaning against the headboard, naked, watching
one of the two channels we could get on the TV
when my mother finally came in. I was already
hard, but if I weren’t, her outfit would have done
the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and
matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a
high school cheerleader.
I immediately wondered if she had panties on
underneath. It didn’t take long to find out. She
stepped onto the bed and s-------d me. I could see
directly under the tiny skirt. “God, Mom,” I gasped.
I could see her p---y clearly. It was already
swollen and wet.

“You like my outfit? I found it in the attic the other
day. I used to wear it for your father, but he never
seemed to care too much.”
I barely heard her words. I couldn’t believe this
was my mother standing above me with her legs
spread. I stared mutely.
“Jerry, are you there,” Mother asked, looking down
at my wide eyes.

“Huh?” I stuttered.
“I asked if you liked my outfit?”
Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for an
answer. “I love it. You can wear it for me
anytime.”

“I thought you might.” With that she giggled and
began to squat over my face.
As her p---y came closer and closer to me, I could
smell her scent. It made my head spin. When her
p---y was within reaching distance I stuck my
tongue out and touched her swollen lips. I heard
her intake of breath. Then to my great
disappointment she pulled away.

“Now where were we before I went in to change?”
she asked.

“You were sucking me,” I replied.
“Oh yes,” she said. With that she bent over and
took my c--k into her mouth again.

“Ohhhh,” I gasped. I watched as my beautiful
mother wrapped her sexy lips around my c--k and
s----d. My balls began to churn almost
immediately. She wrapped her hand around my
s---t and began to pump me. “Oh, Mom,” I
whispered as I watched her work on my c--k head
and stroke me. It wasn’t going to take long for me
to c----x if she kept that up. I reached for her and
began to direct her head and down. She pulled
back and smiled up at me.
“Not yet,” she said. “I want to suck this beautiful
c--k for a while.” She bent her head again and
began to tease my slit with her tongue. She ran her
tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice
and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her
face as she tasted my pre-c-m juice. There was a
look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. With a
moan she bent back over and started to suck me,
harder this time.

I waited as long as I could, trying to will my c----x
back. Eventually I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Mom,” I gasped. She moaned and took me deep
into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to
churn again. Then my c--k started to throb.

“Ahhhhh,” I cried and lifted my hips from the bed
as my c-m began rocketing up the s---t. It blasted
into my mother’s sucking mouth with great force.
Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in
her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her
mouth and all was quickly swallowed.

When the last of my c-m was out of my balls I
opened my eyes and saw that my mother’s eyes
were closed. Then I felt a tremor run through me
when I saw her tongue come out and licked
around her mouth, collecting any juice that had
escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been
lost in a pleasant dream. “That should take care of
you for now,” she said with a quick kiss to the
drooping head of my c--k.