I took a long breath then said, “Mom, I can’t tell you what to do. All I can say is trust yourself. No matter what, I will try and be with you as your son, a lover, and ultimately as your partner. I don’t really care what others think of our relationship because these are my feelings and my life, so only I can say what is right for me.
“There is a kind of thrill at taking you, my own personal forbidden fruit, but I love you unconditionally. You obviously know I like the risks of potentially getting caught, and sure I struggle with dad getting to see you naked or being with you, but those are my issues. I wouldn’t trade what I have for the world, but I can’t pretend I don’t think of what it would be like if you were my wife.”
Mom was quiet for a while, then simply said, “I love you.” She seemed to nestle in closer if that were even possible, and I watched as her legs curled up under her. Amazingly, a few minutes later, mom had fallen asleep.
A while later, the stewardess came by and smiled, as she saw mom all curled up against me. Oddly enough, she paused beside me to ask if there was anything she could get me, and I jokingly said, “Feeling in my right arm would be nice, but I’ll wait until food is served.”
Moments later, she returned with a coke and a blanket. As she handed me the coke and began unfolding the blanket, I said, “I didn’t order these,” but she patted my free arm and bent over me provocatively to arrange the blanket on mom.
“I know, hon,” came her soft response, “but sometimes, we don’t really know what we want.”
I felt the heat as her thigh pressed against my leg and from the hand resting on my shoulder for balance, as she leaned to adjust the blanket on mom. I would have helped, but with mom on my shoulder and the other hand filled with an unwanted drink I was trapped.
All I could really see was her tight uniform bent before me, with its lithe curves and haunting scent. As her task was completed and she rose up, her support hand glided down my shoulder to my bicep, where it gave a near imperceptible squeeze.
“Food will be served in about an hour, hon,” was all she said, then disappeared down the aisle behind me.
Later when lunch arrived, and mom woke up, she smiled and thanked me for the blanket. I told her that was all the stewardess, who by the way, was acting very peculiar. I explained what happened and my impressions. Mom laughed, saying, “Maybe you should sit by the window for protection.”
After lunch, mom excused herself for the bathroom, but moments later, the stewardess was back asking if everything was to my liking. Sure, I noticed that the top three buttons of her uniform were now open, and how she leaned slightly in, as though having a quiet private conversation. But in my distraction of looking, her thigh once again pressed against my leg.
My eyes could not help but look down at the contact and as my head rose to respond, mom interrupted saying, “Hon, how about you take the window seat for a while.”
The stewardess seemed to jump, as she straightened up and backed away, but mom stood there in the aisle staring her down, until she was out of sight in the galley.
Once in place, mom curled up, leaned against my other arm and smiled widely.
“How about a movie?” she asked.
To which I smiled, and said, “Sure.”
As I was scanning through the options, mom said, “So, she’s pretty cute, don’t you think?”
I looked at mom anxiously awaiting my response, and replied, “Sure, she’s okay, but she doesn’t hold a candle to you.” Mom hugged me, as though that were the right answer, but honestly, it was my truth. Nobody from school, work, or life… ever had, what mom had.
As the movie started, we shared a headset, and mom arranged the blanket, asking if it was okay. As justification for this, she said it’s kinda nice and the plane is cool. Me, I was comfortable pre-blanket, but if it made her happy, why not.
It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes before mom’s hand under the blanket, began stroking my cock through my jeans. My immediate reaction was to jump slightly, then look about nervously, but mom just shifted tactics.
She began a systematic, very light tracing, as though she were drawing and shading my cock with a single finger. I could feel it swelling, hungry, anxious and begging for release. Soon enough, mom’s fingers worked open the zipper, then stole inside to grasp, and stroke and pull on her desire.
A moment later, it was free of both my underwear and pants, and the small ring of her forefinger and thumb attempted to encircle it. They glided with practised skill up and down, moulding to the surface until a second, then third finger joined the play. For a moment, they paused just under the head and squeezed before the forefinger caressed over the top, to coat itself in the sweet viscous pre-cum.
She used the new slippery coating to increase stimulation, especially at the helmet’s rim by rotating her slick fingers under the head in a half twist, before vanishing again back to the cock’s base. Mom seemed intimately aware of just how much I could take though, for time and again, she paused just as I wanted to find release.
I tried distracting her in one of those moments, by stroking her breast through the light material of her blouse, and discovered she had removed her bra at some point and I had not noticed. I felt the over-sensitive nipple, which fired a spasming jolt through her and a leg dropped from the seat. Then before I could build up another, mom pulled back the blanket and swallowed me whole.
The timing and speed were unmatched, yet it was the warm, moist, pressure-filled chamber that truly set me off. Mom’s tongue flattened inside to drag along the shaft, as it slowly moved in and out, and I felt, more than noticed, she had covered her head with the blanket.
She teased and tormented my desires in a slow, meticulous way that I presumed was to keep any slurping sounds at bay, but who truly knew. All I could say was when the end came, it felt like mom had swallowed the entire thing and I was spitting hot cum down her throat.
She was slow to release her prize, too; for long after the hard jerking spasms left, she was still caressing the shaft with her tongue and fingers.
I want to say I reciprocated, but mom was a sly one and held me at bay, until we landed. Yet, I can add one more tiny detail to this recounting. As we prepared to de-plane, I slipped a hand under mom’s skirt, as she reached in the overhead bin for her luggage. Not only had she lost her bra, but her panties had vanished, too.
From the airport, we went to the resort by transfer van, a small vehicle which handled eight passengers, the driver and luggage. As it turned out, mom and I were cramped into the back row with the luggage, but I for one was thankful. I checked out the passengers and driver in front of me, then looked at mom and placed a hand upon her thigh. Moments later, I moved it up until her hand stopped me, at the hem of her dress. I smiled a soft knowing smile, and returned it to her knee, then tried again.
I didn’t know how long this transfer would take, but I didn’t care, I knew what I wanted. Time and again my hand moved up to the hem and was blocked, so it retreated, yet I sensed some weakness and I continued.
Slowly, mom’s will vanished, and I was permitted the bare flesh above her stockings. My fingers rolled inside, deeper between the thighs, and ultimately made contact. Her pussy parted for my fingers, she was biting her lip, and placed her purse between my hand and potential observers. I felt the hard bud of her clit, and began stroking around it, as her thighs squirmed, but then, as I attempted to slip inside, the van turned into our destination.
We checked in, and made it as far as the room interior, before mom grabbed me and literally threw me on the bed. There was no time to remove clothes, she just took me out, straddled me and rode me for all she was worth.
Screaming “Fuck me baby. Oh my God, you made mommy so wet. Come on baby fuck me, make mommy come. Oh fuck yes like that, like that. Oh my God yes baby!” Then she collapsed on top of me panting and shaking.
My cock and hips kept stroking in and out, although this change in angle meant it wasn’t as deep, or as forceful. I could feel her heart beating, and her breath upon my neck, but I held her close and just kept going. After a short interlude, a new moan escaped her lips, and my cock seemed to swell with pride.
“Baby,” she began “ohhhhh”
My speed increased a tiny bit, and her hips rolled down, sinking my cock in deeper
“I want that sweet seed inside me, baby.”
I kept going. I could feel the intensity growing, feel her body responding, and for just a moment I thrust as hard as I could. Suddenly her own hips wildly reacted, spasming to drive it a tiny bit deeper, but unable to maintain a constant pressure it yo-yoed. The added sensation set me off, and as I started cumming, my hips renewed their thrusting, as fast as I could.
Suddenly she was screaming “Oh fuck baby – I’m cumming. I’m cumming again! Oh baby, fill mommy with that hot seed! Oh my God. Oh my God… Babyyyyyy”
Finally the sensation seemed too much, for she rolled off me, and I could visibly see spasms in muscles around her stomach and legs. She held both her breasts, squeezing them softly through her blouse, while her lips panted out breathlessly.
Ever so slowly, the symptoms seemed to subside, and as we lay in each other’s arms I asked “So do you need the resuscitation kit yet?”
She laughed and hit me square in the chest with her hand saying “You”
I kissed her once then added “Maybe now we should close the door?”
I watched as her head rose to look, then briefly at me, before asking “Did you know the whole time?”
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