"Mom!" Damon called out as he spotted Sonja waiting just past the TSA checkpoint.
"Damon!" she said, waving.
He carefully hobbled through the crowd to her and hugged her. To anyone watching they looked like just another mother and son greeting each other. They had no idea that Damon and his stepmother had a very special relationship.
Damon, Denise and Bridgette were all coming home for Christmas break. It would be the first time since the wedding that they would all be together again. They had to forego Thanksgiving in order to get everyone together for Christmas.
They broke the embrace and she looked down at the cast on his leg. "So what did the doc say?"
"That I got lucky," Damon said, adjusting his crutches. "It was a clean break. However, I am gonna miss the rest of the season."
Just a week earlier, Damon had broken his left leg in the scramble to recover a loose football after a fumble. As he and several other players dove on the loose ball, his leg got trapped between two players and everyone in the pile of bodies heard the sickening snap and Damon's scream of pain. But like he told Sonja, he was lucky it was a clean break, but it also marked the end of his season.
"That sucks," she said, "But at least you got ten sacks this season."
"Yeah, but I was looking forward to breaking my record, not my leg." Damon said, frowning. Then he smiled, "I'm just glad to be home, I missed you."
"I missed you too." she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Now come on, your sister's plane lands in 15 minutes."
They made their way through the airport till they got as close as they could to the gates where Denise's plane would be landing.
"You sure you don't want a wheelchair instead of hobbling around on your crutches?" Sonja asked as he eased himself down onto a bench.
"Nah," he said, "I'm fine, save the wheelchair for someone who really needs it."
"So did everyone like your new ink?" Sonja asked, tapping him on the arm as they sat.
Damon pushed up his sleeve so the whole tattoo was visible. "Yeah, they all got a kick out of it. They were even more impressed when I told them my stepmother did it for me for free."
"Your moms got mad tattoo skills." Sonja said.
"Yes she does," Damon agreed, "A couple of the guys want to get tattooed by you. I told them they'd have to pay full price though, the family discount only applies to family. Although I bet they'd love to pay you the way I do."
"I bet they would." Sonja said, laughing.
They sat and made small talk until Sonja got a text from Denise that her plane had landed. She helped Damon to his feet and a few minutes later spotted Denise in the crowd of people. She was pretty easy to spot, having added teal highlights to her purple hair.
"Hey big brother!" she said, carefully hugging Damon. "Hi mom!"
"Oh sweetie, it's so good to see you again." Sonja said, hugging her daughter.
Again, to anyone paying attention they looked just like any typical mother, son and daughter greeting each other for winter break, but were a lot closer than any casual onlooker would suspect.
"Ouch," Denise said when she looked at the cast on Damon's leg.
"It looks worse than it is." he said.
"Come on hopalong. Let's get your bags and go home." Sonja said.
"You're gonna pay for that." he laughed as they made their way to baggage claim.
A few minutes later after claiming both Damon's bag (which Sonja had to carry) and Denise's they were headed through the parking garage to the car. Once they got the bags into the car and they were sure no one was around, the three exchanged kisses that were far from the innocent peck on the cheek one would expect to be exchanged between family members.
"God I've missed you two so much." Sonja said.
"I missed you too mom," Denise said, "And you too bro. Especially this." She said, rubbing the bulge in his pants.
"I missed you too, 'Nese." he said.
Just then they heard a car coming so they quickly composed themselves, helped Damon into the car and headed back to the house.
"Do you remember what I said about you and dad ruining me?" Denise asked.
"Vaguely." Damon said.
They had all agreed no blatant sex talk, either in phone conversations or text just in case anyone was listening or nosy enough to peek over their shoulders while they were texting. Instead they came up with code words and phrases so even if someone was listening or managed to read their texts they wouldn't realize what they were really talking about. Most of the time however, their phone calls and texts were usual boring conversations with little to no sexual innuendo. Denise had mentioned (in aforementioned special code) that Damon and Clay had stretched her out and "ruined" her for her boyfriend.
"Well I was right," she said, "The first chance I got to fuck my boyfriend, I could feel the difference. Not that he's small or anything, but compared to you and dad, it's like going from a kielbasa sausage to a hot dog. In fact, because of you and daddy, I have to masturbate with my whole fucking hand now!"
"Did your boyfriend notice the difference?" Damon asked.
"If he did, he didn't say anything. I mean don't get me wrong, he still satisfies me when we fuck, but he just doesn't fill me up like you and dad do." Denise said. "But what about you, did you ravish your girlfriend when you finally got the chance to fuck her?"
Damon chuckled, "Apparently, according to Alicia, I was more... intense than usual the first time I had a chance to fuck her. She asked what had gotten into me. I just told her I missed her, which I did, but I was also thinking about us."
"Oh, by the way, we have a special Christmas present for you when we get home." Sonja said.
"What?" Denise asked.
"You'll find out." Sonja said.
"Does it have anything to do with why dad didn't come with you to pick us up?" Damon asked.
"Maybe."
"I hate it when you do that." Denise said.
