Mom just had a fight with dad over adultery issues and they filled for divorce. I was 18 years old, just in the midst of my boards (12th standard). To ease my tension and to take a break from all the ruckus my mother decided to visit my Maasi (Mom's sister) in the US.
We had our vivas ready, and a taxi drove us to the airport. We had our immigration quickly. The flight was late in the evening and it was scheduled to reach JFK airport, early in the evening, the next day.
I was upset over my parents relationship. I had never imagined this would happened after 19 years of their marriage. My mom's 42 now but she still looks as young as women in their 30s.
She's gorgeous with big black eyes, long golden dyed hairs and a pretty face. I didn't thought much about it as I was getting the papers together and looking after the bags, my mom to buy some snacks. She's was getting late and I was worried as the boarding has just been announced.
(For our readers who're wondering, I'd describe her like this, big eyes, wheatish complexion with red plum lips and long hairs. Dimples on her face. She's quite curvy with 36-30-38 figure, big ass, thick thighs and long legs, she's 5'9 for a lady in India. She got long fingers with big beautiful nails and a nice smile.)
I was wondering what happened, maybe she's lost in this big Delhi airport or something happened to her, she's not answering the call as well.
I went up my seat to look for her. Then someone patted my back and it was mom, she went to the restroom before boarding the plane. I felt relieved.
We're about to board, and I was feeling something no right, I was wondering why suddenly US, for how long and will she be able to manage some work there. By the why, she dressed very boastfully, I've never seen her dress like this before.
She was wearing an Indian red top kurta with revealing body features(sleeveless and a deep cut cleavage), A tight ass hugging yellow pair of leggings and black high heels down there. No wonder she's turning many heads and even sometimes mine. :P
I can finally sense her freedom from dad and hence her dressing, to attract attention. I kept quite and moved forward. We've got the window and aisle seat.
I was excited to visit the US for first time but I was also curious who would sit between us or if we can swap the seats for our comfort. We managed to sit in our seats, when a young tall man in his 30s appear before us, he asked my mom politely to move a bit as he makes his way between us.
He took a sit, as the air hostess asked him to sit down as we're about to take off. He's a very polite and good looking man, smelling good obviously foreigner flying back to his country.
After the flight take off, I can see him holding a good conversation with mom, and I can see her smiling for the first time after the divorce. He was tall, well built and was good with words.
My mom was finding it difficult to hold her attention while talking, I was chuckling and looked out the window but was curious enough to listen them. After few talks he came to know, I'm his son and he introduced to myself.
I had few talks as I'm an introvert and then he offered his seat to mom, because it'd make me more comfortable for a long flight to sit beside my mom than a stranger.
It was past the dinner, and we're cruising quite a lot high in the sky as I can feel their conversations taking another turn as they're laughing, making hand gestures and also kind off flirting, the first sign of that was of him touching my mom's thighs and she touching her elbows.
The sexual tension between them was obvious, him being able to flirt with a beautiful Indian MILF, and mom finally talking to a guy after years of bad relationship with dad.
It was night, and we're about to sleep. My mom just came brushing her teeth, while that guy named Joe, finished his dinner. We're offered a blanket each. I took mine and closed my eyes off, unable to sleep peacefully.
Then I realized my mom's kicking my hands and I looked off, I saw my mom's hands below the cover were rubbing above Joe's, crotch while he's rubbing between her thighs, it was Joe's hands that touched me accidentally.
With that wild imagination, I can feel my self getting disgusted yet, being turned on knowing something is happening besides me.
Now, the airlines we're flying has two washroom, behind and two at the front. I waited and watched Joe getting up his seat and making his way to the washroom behind,