For many years I had dreamed that we would go on a beach holiday abroad. "Everyone else" of my peers had done it with their families. But mother had explained that as a single, low-wage mother, the money simply wasn't enough for such things. And I understood that. But I had still dreamed of it.
Now mother had inherited some money from grandfather when he had died. Finally, we were going to Greece for a week. For me as a 16-year-old, it really was a dream come true. We had booked an "unspecified" room because it would be a bit cheap but on a small island where we expected it would still be within reasonable walking distance to the beach.
When we got off the plane, it was like a wall of heat rushed towards us. As lovely as it is. Eventually after waiting for bags and being bussed around to different hotels we were dropped off and stepped into our room. It wasn't bad at all, there was a toilet and shower and even a tiny balcony where there was room for two chairs.
What made me react was the bed. It was a double bed. I hadn't thought about this at all, but now I realized that I had probably assumed that we would each have a bed. But here it was a double bed that could not be shared. It felt a little silly to lie in the same bed as mother. But it had to go.
After having dinner in the evening and going for a walk in town, we showered and went to bed. It was still so hot that we left the balcony door open. We had to pull the blanket off the bed, it was really enough with a thin sheet over it.
Although it felt a little embarrassing to sleep in the same bed as mom, I fell asleep after a while.
It was still dark and completely quiet outside when I woke up, apparently in the middle of the night. Already half awake, I felt that I had stopped. It was nothing strange. It often happened that I woke up in the night because I dreamed something and had stalls, sometimes I didn't wake up until I was in my sleep. Then I used to go to the toilet and dry myself and then change my underwear, it felt so wet and sticky otherwise.
I had dreamed that I was holding my mother in bed. After a few seconds I realized that I hadn't just been dreaming, I was pressed against my mother's back with one arm around her waist and my hard cock pressed against her ass.
Panic! Imagine if she woke up.
I lifted my arm to remove it and move away from her when I noticed her arm was on top of mine, locking it. I went completely numb in my whole body, no longer just in my cock, and thought about what to do. Either I could violently yank my arm away, then Mom would be guaranteed to wake up, and then quickly as the cat would roll as far away from her as possible and pretend to be asleep. Or also carefully try to pry the arm free, much like with a pick stick.
I chose the latter and had managed to pull my arm a decimetre. Then I felt my mother's hand take a firm hold of my arm and put it back. A few seconds later she took my hand and brought it up to and pressed it firmly against one of her breasts.
Mom was awake! What did she mean? She has to feel my cock against her ass.
I was totally confused. But the feeling of her round, soft, warm, lovely breasts against my hand made me unable to help but squeeze her breast, feel it and caress it. It was so soft and lovely, it was only the nipple itself that was really stiff and puffed out.
After maybe a minute, mom let go of my arm and turned on the bed to face me. She put her arm around my waist and pressed me against her own body. Instinctively I received with my hands to have some distance from her which meant that both my hands ended up on her two breasts.
It was spinning around in my head. Here I was lying in bed close to mom with her arm around my waist, both my hands on her breasts and my hard cock pressed against her stomach. Only my underpants and her thin nightgown were between our bodies. What just happened?
Then I felt my mother's lips against mine. I, who had never even kissed a girl my own age, couldn't help but "answer" it. Even though I didn't really know how to kiss, I did the best I could. Opened my mouth and felt mom's tongue against mine, like it wanted to play with my tongue.
Suddenly she changed her position again, lay on her back and pulled me with her so that I was on top of her and between her legs. I supported myself with my knees and elbows and stood over her like that, still with both hands on her chest.
Neither of us had said a single word so far.
Her hands caressed my hair and my back from my shoulders down to my waist and to my butt. Then I felt how one hand was on the outside of my panties, found its way in through the fly, got hold of my hard cock and pulled it out. Her hand brought my cock to her body and I felt my glans meet something warm and moist and understood what it was.
What was I supposed to do? Did she really mean…? Is this real or am I dreaming?
I didn't have to decide if I was dreaming or if I was going to do something myself when I felt Mom lift her legs up, cross them behind my bottom, and use them to push on my bottom. My cock slid into her warm and moist vagina, all the way inside.
Then I stopped thinking, my brain which was completely confused was no longer needed. Now the operation took over. My body knew, completely without my mind needing to worry, exactly what to do. In and out, in and out, cool and fast. It didn't take long before my seed squirted into mom's vagina.
Afterwards I collapsed on top of mom. I didn't know if I should say anything and if so what. But it had been so incredibly nice, nothing more wonderful could be found on this earth.
We lay like that for a couple of minutes. Very still and quiet.
Then mom lifted my head and looked at me.
-Sorry Johan, she said.Sorry. It wasn't meant to be. But I had lain awake for a long time with your arm around me and felt your member against me. You see, it was so long ago. So long since I had a man in bed. So long since I felt a man's hands on me. So long since I had a man's member inside my body. I got such a desire. I could not help myself. Forgive me Johan.
I didn't know what to say or do. Mom talked about "a man's member inside me". That man was me, a boy of 16 years. Her words caused my cock, which was still inside her, to once again fill with blood and become rigid. Instinctively, I started to yawn again.
-Wait, said mom.
She pulled my head towards hers and kissed me. She opened her mouth just a little and let her tongue slide in and out of my mouth. She pushed it in quickly, then pulled it back slowly. Again and again. I understood that she was showing me how to behave with the cock, I tried to follow her pace and she responded with her ass and thrust back.
Mom released my mouth and pulled my head down against her shoulder.
I heard noises coming from her.Oh…oh…oh…oooh…oooh and finally oneoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo while her body trembled. Soon after, it worked for me again and I squirted in her.
Afterwards we lay for a long time and talked. She told me that it was not so easy to be a single mother, that she had often longed for a man with her. She also explained how wrong it was for her to do this to her own son. And I explained that this was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life and that I couldn't understand how something so beautiful could be wrong. When I said that, tears came to her eyes, I kissed them away.
I think we fell asleep eventually, at least I woke up in the morning when the light came in through the open balcony door. Woke up with morning sickness. I put my arm around Mom and pulled her close to me. She smiled at me and spread her legs and received me.
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In the afternoon that day, when we had finished bathing, mother stopped outside a shop and told me to wait outside.
When we had closed the door to our room, I walked up to mom and held her. Grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it up. When I got to the armpits, mom stretched my arms up so I could pull it off. Then I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them and panties off at once. Mom did the exact same procedure on me. I threw myself on the bed, smiled at mom and said "come i love you”.
-I have a present for you, said mom.We have to be a little wise.
Then she took out a pack of condoms, took one off and rolled it on my cock and got on all fours in bed.
-Come, my beloved lover, she said.
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If I had dreamed that a holiday week in Greece would be wonderful, the reality became a thousand times more wonderful. We sunbathed, bathed, loved and enjoyed. And avoid talking too much about morals and about our relationship and about the future.
A pack of condoms doesn't last very long when you're on a love vacation, which you can certainly say we were. Of course, it ends at an inopportune time, like in the middle of the night when no shops are open to buy new ones in. Then it had to be as it was anyway.
When we got home to the apartment in Sweden, I was a little worried, what would happen next. Was this a "holiday adventure" that was now over? Or? I had my own room and my own bed.
When we were going to bed in the evening, I followed my mother into her bedroom. She looked at me and smiled. When I started to undress her, as I had done every night during the week, she let me do it and undressed me at the same time.
Afterwards we lay and talked.
-We probably need another bed in here, she said.
-We can lift in min, I said.
-No, you, said mom.What do you think your friends would say if they saw you didn't have a bed in your room and we had two here? We go and buy another bed to have in here.
So it was.
-When I get my period next time, I'll start the pill and we'll get rid of the condoms, she said.
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I hadn't thought about how long it had been like this when my mother woke me up one Saturday morning. I wanted to pull her to me but she wanted to talk. She looked serious. Very serious.
-Johan, see she.I have been to the bathroom because I felt sick. All week I've been sick and had to go to the bathroom to throw up when I woke up in the morning. And it's been way too long since I had my period. Do you understand what that might mean?
From the expression on my mother's face, I understood that it was a disaster that was involved.That maybe she was with child. That I had made my mother with children. It was just spinning around in my head.
-I need to know, she said.Wait here and I'll go down to the store and buy a pregnancy test.
She got dressed and left. I took the opportunity to shower. When she came back, I had just dried myself and was standing with a bath towel around me.
Mom undressed and took off my bath towel.
-I want to be naked with you when I get my sentence, she said. It sounded awful. "My verdict".
We took a mug in the kitchen and I followed her into the bathroom. She peed a splash into the mug and let the rest go into the toilet seat. We went into the kitchen, put the mug on the table and looked at it.
-Yes, said mom.This is it.
Then she took the stick in her hand. We both read the instructions several times.
-You can dip it, she said.You're just as involved as I am.
I did. And there was no doubt whatsoever about the outcome."Positive", i.e. mother was with child. My child.
I put down the needle and held my mother, pulled her close to me. I saw how the tears ran down her cheeks. I kissed her cheeks to wipe away the tears.
-Mother, I said.Don't worry, we'll get through this. It is possible to have an abortion. I had a hard time pronouncing the word.
-Johan, she said.I'm not sad, I'm so happy. I have been so worried this week about being with children. A disaster, I told myself. The punishment for my sin. But now that I know I'm with child, our child, I'm so happy. Johan, I want this child so badly, I want to give birth to our child.
I just looked at her. Did she really mean what she said?
-I promise that you will never have to take any responsibility for our child, no one will know that it is ours, except you and me. "Father unknown" it must be.
-Mother, I love you, I said.If you want, I want to.
-Come on, said mom.We go into the bedroom, we don't need condoms anymore.
