The flight was the longest I had been on by far, ten hours was going to be a killer and myself and mum were only four hours in. The only saving grace was the lady to my immediate right, she was stunning. I had tried to strike up a conversation with her but I think she saw me as a boy, although she smiled and was cordial, it was clear that she had no interest and had her head stuck in her magazines.
My mother works in high end fashion in the west end of London, she had been there since she was forced to give up on her gymnastic career at the ripe old age of nineteen through injury. She had been close to Olympic standard and was devastated, gymnastics were her life and she had to start anew.
It was in this new change of career where she met my father, Douglas Stockard. He owned a chain of high end boutiques and it was pure luck that he was in the flagship store today. The moment he saw her he opted to be her interviewer, needless to say, she got the job.
Over the next few months he persuaded mum to model for the company, she had always had the body and looks. The way puts it, she was completely enamoured with him. She quickly rose through the modelling ranks and with his connections, he was able to push her to the fore.
Nowadays it would be seen as top grade grooming, he was forty three and a multimillionaire. She was an impressionable teenager trying to make her way in the world. Don't get me wrong, from what I remember of my dad, he was a good and nice man. He loved us both and gave us whatever he could, but he died when I was ten from a heart attack. Nearly nine years ago now, time flies.
Mum was heartbroken and still is, she went to pieces and every now and then I still catch her in a melancholy mood with a tear in her eye. It took her nearly a year to get back into work, she gave up the modelling and now runs the company with help from my Aunt Cathy, my father's sister. Aunt Cathy often says that I am her brothers double and if my mum didn't have me, she thinks my mum would've gone when he did. As it is, we have a great life, he left her his fortune and in turn, it will go to me.
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The swish of the lady's nylons in seat 3c had me on edge half the flight, she would keep insisting on changing the position of her legs and I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. Her skirt finished just above her knees showing them off in all their glory, and god were they glorious. She was mid to late twenties I guessed and she looked and smelt amazing. I was trapped between two of the most beautiful women in the world, my mother to my left and this goddess to my right.
I was well into a movie when she leant down into her bag and pulled out ear-pods, tapping a few icons on her phone, she settled back and listened to what I assumed was her playlist. Unfortunately they were not the best quality and that all too familiar sound from my trips on the underground hit me, that tinny sound of shit ear-pods. I was about to tap her arm to complain because I couldn't listen to that for the next five hours when I distinctly heard the tinny words "Oh fuck, his cock was huge!"
It stopped me in dead in my tracks, the lady had relaxed back into her seat and had her eyes closed. I edged slightly closer tipping my head to the side and glanced back at my mum who was out cold. I heard a woman's groan from the pods, fuck! she was listening to a sex-tape! Her nylon covered leg swished back over the other knee exposing her shapely calf, it almost touched my leg causing me to almost groan myself.
"oooh fuck me!" the woman in the pods groaned, I think I groaned too.
Jesus, who listens to shit like this in public I thought.
My mouth was beginning to feel like the Sahara and I needed a drink of water, unfortunately the bottle I had bought in departures was in the overhead locker so rummaging through my pockets, I popped a boiled sweet instead.
The beautiful woman beside me crossed her legs again, only this time her hand went into the cleft of her thighs causing her skirt to ride up a little higher.
"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath, I was more aroused from her display than I think I had ever been before.
I was swallowing hard now, the juice from the sweet had moistened my mouth a touch. I was in danger of her discovering my covertness as I strained to hear more. It was then that I realised that she had her eyes open and was staring at directly sideways at me, her eyes diverted down to my lap and to my horror my cock was clearly visible poking upright in my slacks.
"Ung, ung, ung," the woman in the ear-pods was getting louder.
I pulled the tray down to cover my lap, embarrassed at being caught. The last thing I needed was for her to see my arousal but it was too late. She smiled at me and with a sly grin, wiggled her little finger in a derogatory way.
Fuck, fuck.
The lady then took out her left ear-pod out and handed it to me.
"If you want to eaves drop, be my guest." She said softly, her full red lips seemed to speak in slow-motion and had me mesmerised.
I glanced quickly sideways at my sleeping mother before I slipped it into my ear. It was a story, probably like the books I listen to on Audible only far more raunchy.
"Oh fuck, give me that hot cock!"
I snapped my head sideways, my eyes open wide to see her still grinning at me. Her tongue slid over her painted bottom lip and I nearly shot off under the tray.
This had escalated so fast, one minute I was watching a comedy movie and the next, this gorgeous lady beside me was wedging her hand into her thighs listening to people fucking!
"You can." She whispered, so softly that I hardly heard her.
I moved the pod slightly to the side and she whispered again, "You can you know, I wont be offended." and nodded to my tea-tray.
My face must have gone cherry-red because she made a slight giggle and patted my arm.
"Put the earpiece back in." she whispered, "We are just getting to the good bit."
She pulled up the armrest and her hand edged between us, resting on my thigh. I gasped and prayed my mother was still asleep and taking another quick peek to see her still out cold, I put the ear-pod back in,
The narrator was saying how well the heroine was sucking the dripping cock in her mouth and if she carried on, the hero would come a bucket load in it soon. I could feel my own cock start to drip a little and had to adjust myself under the tray. I could tell that she was obviously getting aroused too, her other hand gripped her own thigh tighter.
The woman leant down and dipped her hand back into the bag between her legs but on her way back up I felt her fist slip under my tray and grip my cock.
"Fuck!" I hissed and pushed back into my seat hard, that was the last thing I had expected to happen. She gripped me hard through my trousers and suddenly I pulsed, I pulsed and pulsed. I tried my hardest to stifle a groan and to my eternal shame I came in my pants, on a plane, in fucking public, sitting right next to my mother.
I could feel the warmth spreading through my underwear and onto my balls. Shit I had light tan trousers on and I prayed that it had not seeped through.
I raised my hands to my face covering my shame and wishing I was anywhere but here. She tapped me on my shoulder and I was afraid to look, she tapped again and again giggled saying, "Here, take these."
Fuck! she had a handful of tissues, tissues for fuck sake!
I raised the tray almost afraid to look, fuck! there was a dark stain on my crotch.
