Mom and I are sitting in the holding room for airport security. She has her head in her hands and she is crying/ well she's all cried out rather since we've been in here for the better part of two hours and worse is there is no air conditioning so it's hot as fuck in here.
"I can't believe you did this to me Jack." mom said shaking her head.
"I'm sorry mom, honestly I am. I didn't have any idea that they would search your bag I swear."
She brushed back her long blonde hair and gave me an angry blue eyed glare. A look I've seen way too many times growing up. "I don't think you realize how much trouble, I can be in here, son."
I looked away, "This is Africa I didn't know they had drug dogs here." I mumble.
"That's not the point you put three marijuana joints in my suitcase young man!"
I hate it when she calls me young man, I'm a fucking eighteen year old not some child.
"Where did you get the pot, Jack?" she asked matter of fact.
I shook my head, I found it I lied. Abeni the village chief's son gave it to me. He and I are the best of friends and have been since I've been coming on these mission trips with my parents."
Twice a year my dad who is the main pastor for "The Church Of Light" schedules mission trips to Africa to help the "Wobi" tribe. We help the villagers build new huts and dig irrigation trenches you know, just different things like that. These trips last anywhere from two weeks to a month.
"Your father is going to be so embarrassed over this, Jack!" Mom snapped, pointing a perfectly manicured index finger at me.
Fuck my dad. I'm the least important thing in his life why should I give a fuck what he thinks. "Whatever!" I say indignantly.
"How dare you Jack!" she says.
"Admit it mom dad runs a religious cult, he's not a real preacher and..."
She cut me off with a solid slap to my face which stung like a motherfucker because her long red fingernails scratched my face. I place a hand to my cheek and look at her wide eyed. Mom has never slapped me before.
"You take that back young man, this instant!!" she screams.
"I will not! He's a brainwashing asshole and he's got you brainwashed as well mom!
She raised her hand again to slap me but the door to the security room suddenly opened and two men stepped in, both dressed in crisp white security uniforms. One of the men sat down behind the desk. I guess he's the one in charge. He looked at us with an angry expression on his dark face. His black skin seemed to shine under the room's fluorescent lights. He was a big man too, at least six foot eight if I had to guess with tree trunks sized arms that looked about to bust out of his short sleeve uniform shirt.
I hear my mom swallow hard and she reaches over and places her hand in mine...the same hand she slapped me with. I shove her hand away.
He leans forward and sighs heavily, "I'm officer Zola and I'm in charge of airport security. I will be handling this case. Mrs Gabby Anderson.
My mom nods, "Yes, but the drugs aren't mine officer."
Zola rolls his eyes, "Well now if they are not drugs then whose are they, Mrs Anderson?"
Mom looks at me and I'm thinking she is about to turn me in, but she stops and hangs her head, "I...I..."
"Just admit it they are your drugs and we can move forward." Zola smiles.
Mom nods, a defeated expression on her pretty face, "Yes they are my drugs."
I almost gasp and I look at her dumbfounded and it's at this moment I forgive her for slapping me.
Zola fixes his dark eyes on me, "Is she telling the truth Jack?"
I quickly nod, "Yes sir." I said feeling like such a fucking coward. Thankfully mom didn't look at me or I might have cracked.
Zola sighs again and then he looks at the second security officer who is tall, bald and skinny, "Bring Mrs Anderson's suitcase, Dakarai." The man nods and hurries out the door and in a few seconds he's pulling mom's large pink suitcase behind him.
Zola pats the desk and in great effort, Dakarai hefts the over stuffed suitcase onto the desk.
Zola stands up, "We found the drugs in the front pocket of your suitcase, Mrs Anderson." He slips a big hand in the pocket and pulls out the three tightly rolled joints.
Fuck! Looking at them now I began to feel sick to my stomach. I'd put them into two Ziploc bags early this morning before we left. That fucking drug dog has a hell of a nose on him. I shake my head.
"DO you recognize these Mrs Anderson?"
Mom nods, "Yes."
"Yes what?" He asks, slamming his hand on the desk. The sound reverberated off the walls causing mother and I both to jump. You will address me as sir do you understand! And that goes for the both of you!" he snapped raising his voice.
Mom and I quickly say "Yes sir!" in unison.
Dakarai chortled and his boss shot him a shut the fuck up look and he quickly looks away. Zola returned his attention to us, "I am now going to open your bag Gabby and inspect the contents. SO is there anything inside the bag that you want to tell me about before I open it. Because if I find more drugs this will go even worse for you."
Mom looked at me as if to ask me but then looked away, "No sir there are no other drugs inside."
"Okay then." he said and he clipped the luggage lock with a pair of wire cutters and tossed it in the trash.
I kinda noticed mom fidget in her seat a little as Zola opened the zipper to the main compartment. Did she have something to hide? He flipped open the suitcase and began removing the contents. Blouses, skirts, hose, bras and panties. He just tossed them on the floor. I was amazed at all the colorful undergarments my mother has. Some of the bras were lacy and see thru and the panties were not what you would consider granny panties either, they were g-strings and thongs.
Zola smiled like a kid unwrapping his gifts on Christmas morning. Dakarai was smiling too and looking at mom and I could tell he was picturing her in the delicate things. I couldn't blame him, my mother is still a very gorgeous woman at forty one with the ample body of a twenty year old. She was five foot even and at one hundred and four pounds the only thing big on her was her tits and ass.
Zola held up a glittering red thong and twirled it on his index finger, "Ooh la la!" he laughs and Dakarai laughs as well. I have to admit I smiled too.
