All persons in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Mom was 41 and a beautiful woman for her age, by any standards, with shoulder length black hair and a gorgeous frame. Her tits were large and a little saggy, but that just made them seem even bigger, even a tad obscene. I often jerked off thinking of them, comparing them in my mind to a cow's udders. Aside from my masturbatory fantasies, our family was as normal as the next family, I guess.
So how did it all start? Honestly, I am still not sure...
I guess it all began on our family trip to Spain; because my girlfriend Lizzy had to retake some of her finals, the romantic trip she and I had planned for the summer had to be cancelled. As a result I was left with the choice between staying home, where I would no doubt be a distraction to Lizzy, or joining mom and dad on their annual trip to Spain...
Not an easy choice as a 19-year old, I can assure you!
Eventually, common sense prevailed over raging hormones and so I decided to give Lizzy all the time and solitude she needed by accompanying my parents on their trip. Dad booked an extra seat on the plane and upgraded their hotel room to a family suit.
When we got on the plane, there was an exceptionally large woman sitting right next to mom and dad's seat. It would have been very uncomfortable to squeeze another two persons in there, especially considering the duration of the flight. The extra seat was all the way in the back, with another vacant seat next to it, so I proposed to simply switch seating arrangements, but dad had paid good money for an isle seat on that particular row because it was adjacent to an emergency exit and therefor provided him with considerably more room to stretch his long legs.
Mom didn't really need the extra leg room; she just didn't want to squeeze in between dad and the large woman... with no other option remaining, it was decided that she would sit with me.
Our two seats were completely in the back of the plane and since there was a kitchen next to us – luckily the access to the kitchen was on the opposite side of the plane - there were no other seats on our row. I smiled when two gorgeous young women - a brunette and a blonde, dressed in cut-off jeans and halter tops - took the seats in front of us. I couldn't help but stare and admire their suntanned legs and bellies as they were putting their carry-on bags in the overhead compartment. Mom caught me staring and smiled.
"If Lizzy only knew!" she whispered, teasing me.
After everyone had taken their seat, the captain announced that we were forced to stay on the tarmac a little while longer due to incoming planes with priority. Mom and I talk a little, business as usual... but after a while the conversation goes stale and so she gets up and reaches in the overhead compartment, rummaging through her bags.
It soon becomes clear that she can't find what she's looking for and so she sits back down, whispering: "Damn it! One of my bags is missing, I must have left it in the transit area."
"What was in the bag?" I ask.
"Just magazines and crossword puzzles to pass the time, you know how quickly I get bored..."
It's true: no one is as easily bored as my mom; she can't go five minutes without having something to do. I was afraid of what a pain in the ass she was going to be, confined to her seat with nothing to do for hours.
Back in those days, there were no video screens built in in the seats yet, so we couldn't watch a movie. The music I had compiled on my walk-man was not to mom's liking and since she had had a good night's rest, she wasn't the least bit tired. I would have borrowed her my book, but she had already read it. Luckily there were some magazines in the seats in front of us, which kept her occupied for about half an hour. After that – we were still on the tarmac by the way – there was nothing left for her to do for and so she was quickly bored out of her skull; for the next hour or so, she shifted in her seat desperately trying to get some sleep, but to no avail...
Suddenly, while reading my book, I notice her left hand dropping to her knee, pushing her summer dress up and exposing her panties!
To my horror (at first) and surprise, mom slides her hand in her panties and begins playing with herself as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. I quickly check the corridor and glance back at mom; after a little while she suddenly opens her eyes and catches me staring at her... before I have a chance to apologize, she whispers:"I'm sorry, I am just sooo bored... and I can't use the bathroom as long we haven't taken off."
Uneasy, but wanting to seem cool, I reply:"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me." and just look at her openly, pretending to be completely at ease with the situation... my cock betrays me however and grows to its full potential in no time, obscenely tenting my Bermuda shorts. She closes her eyes and continues what she's doing... after several heavenly minutes, mom starts convulsing gently, actually getting off right in front of me!!!
Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, her free hand reaches out for my erection, grasping it firmly, causing it to harden even more; it was as if all the blood in my body suddenly flowed towards my cock, depriving my brain from oxygen. Before I could do anything or even think straight, mom pulls out my cock and starts jerking it fast and hard, working me like a pro, making me hornier and harder than I had ever been before!
It was an incredible erotic sight, seeing my mom with one hand down her panties and the other wrapped around my gigantic rod... although I did my best to last as long as I could, after ninety seconds or so I felt my balls contract and my body start to quiver.
I look at mom, the expression on my face confirming what she already knows, yet she keeps wanking me, giving me a naughty smile:"Oh fuck mom mm mm." I whisper as my body tenses up.
Forgoing her own pleasure, she turns towards me, focusing solely on me now, rubbing my pole up and down even faster than before, her fist a blur over my cock, as she bites her lower lip in anticipation. Jerking it furiously, she makes me shoot all over her hand and arm, the back of the seat in front of me and my book... as my cum is flying off in all directions, she looks me straight in the eye, her mouth opened enthusiastically. When I'm finally empty, she relaxes back in her seat and looks at her hand and arm, speckled with my cum.
Fearing that she might come to her senses if I wait too long, I quickly slide my hand under her dress and head straight for her pussy, half expecting to get slapped in the face. Instead she simply looks at me, surprised and intrigued... letting me roam freely, without any resistance. I quickly find her clit and start stimulating her gently; she actually opens her legs a little further to give me better access and tilts her head back, closing her eyes. Taking this as an invitation to go all the way, I quickly slide two fingers inside of her and start to move them back and forth - deeply and with increasing speed... she's startled and opens her eyes, looks down at my fingers jabbing in and out of her wet cunt, but closes her eyes a few seconds later, giving me free rein. I steadily increase the depth and speed of my fingering, driving her to the brink of a very powerful orgasm, but keeping her hanging for several minutes (something that Lizzy taught me how to do).
After a little while, she starts fucking back against my hand, her pussy tightening around my fingers, trying to speed things along, but I keep denying her her orgasm... it's driving her mad with lust!
Finally, when my arm starts to tire from the repetitive motion, I give her a nice, big, mind-blowing orgasm causing her to convulse in her seat uncontrollably; she claws at her armrests, digging her nails in as she presses herself against the back of her seat, reacting to the flood of emotions overwhelming her...
For several minutes during and after her orgasm, I keep my fingers inside of her, occasionally giving her a little poke, teasing her sensitive pussy and making her squirm in her seat... when I take them out eventually, she just sits there, legs opened wide, panties pushed to the side and her seat soaked with her juices. And then there's an awkward silence where neither of us knows what to do or what to say next. I continue reading my book as mom lies back and closes her eyes, trying to get to sleep.
Twenty minutes later the captain announces that because of the waiting, we no longer have enough fuel for the trip, so we have to taxi back to the terminal, where the plane will be refueled. He reminds everyone, including the cabin staff to put on the seat belts and remain seated at all times. Suddenly mom unbuckles herself, slides onto her knees and maneuvers herself between my legs, takes out my flaccid cock and starts licking it, while she looks at me: I am hard in five seconds flat!
She smiles proudly and keeps looking me in the eye as she slides her warm mouth around my huge cock. During the entire effort of going back to the terminal and refueling – well over twenty minutes – mom keeps bobbing her head up and down my pole, constantly keeping me at the brink of cumming...
When the plane finally drives up the runway, mom makes an extra effort and sucks me off, making me spurt in her mouth; she keeps sucking and licking until I go completely limp, then climbs back into her seat and buckles up, just in time for lift-off...
As she licks her lips and smiles, the plane accelerates and takes off.
After the safety instructions from the cabin crew and some information from the captain, the seat belt lights go off and everyone starts getting up, moving around a little, pretending to have been sitting down for weeks. When dad makes his way over to us, mom pulls down her dress to cover up her crotch, closes her legs and wipes off her mouth with a tissue. Dad starts whining about the delay and the passengers around him, obviously boring both mom and me for about ten minutes or so; when he goes back to his seat, mom - almost instinctively – extends her hand and cups my crotch. As she keeps looking at her husband walking away, she whispers:
"One of these days that man is going to bore me to death!"
"Mom, are you even horny?"
"Not really, I just noticed the bulge in your shorts and figured you could use a hand!" as she takes out my cock again, stroking my massive mast slowly up and down.
"So you're jerking and sucking me off because... you're bored?"
"Yep, pretty much!"
