When the plane reached cruising altitude the first class Wi-Fi came on, my phone buzzed in my hand, it was a text from Carrie.
"How's it going, stud?" read the message.
I smiled, there was also a picture attached of her on all fours in front of a mirror, what an ass that girl had. "It's been fairly quiet so far, baby doll," I texted back.
"Who are you talking to?" my mother asked.
"Carrie," I replied.
"Oh her, I was hoping you had outgrown that one by now," she said flatly before taking a sip from her wine glass.
"We've actually gotten pretty close lately," I said with a shrug. "I doubt I outgrow her anytime soon."
"I don't think it's a good idea that you keep seeing her," she said as she finished off her first glass of wine, one of many I suspected.
"Why is that mother?" I inquired.
"To be perfectly honest, she does not meet Kaiser standards," she said in that emotionless voice.
I laughed, "You do realize that I am the sole remaining Kaiser, right? Father is gone, all his family is gone, I'm it, Mother."
"You have the honor of the name to maintain, and that means marrying someone that equals your own station," she sniffed.
"Like you and father?" I almost growled. "If you hadn't noticed, you two didn't work out so well."
She sat stoically and stared out the window. The flight attendant brought her another wine, which she promptly took a draw of.
"Mother," I began. "How well did you know Jack Knight?" I noticed a barely perceptible twitch of her lip at the mention of his name.
"I knew him when I was in school. Nothing more," she adjusted her seat. "Why, what did he tell you?"
I sensed that I hit on a nerve, "He said that the two of you went out a few times."
She sniffed haughtily, "I wouldn't say we '
went out
', more like he kept me entertained when I was bored. It all really does not matter, it was before I married your father."
I let the subject drop, but it did begin the wheels in my mind turning and certain suspicions began bubbling up, I would have to revisit this topic with my mother at a future date. She stood and moved passed me into the isle as she proceed to the bathroom. When she returned she asked me to switch seats so she could stretch out without the bulkhead becoming a hindrance. I slid over, grabbed my pillow, eased the chair back and leaned my head against the wall of the plane as I stared out the window. Mother reclined her seat as well and wrapped herself in a blanket, I closed the small window and it wasn't long before we both drifted off.
I don't know how long I had been asleep; I think it was only a matter of minutes, the cabin was fairly dark since it was still early morning. My mother, still wrapped in her blanket had her head on my leg and was sleeping soundly, she held my left forearm in her hand and my left hand rested dangerously close to her left boob. She wore a white pants suit, with a top that fit snugly against her body, she had removed the thin jacket before she nodded off.
I adjusted my position, pretending I was still asleep and my hand moved to cover her breast. She didn't stir. Her erect nipple was poking into my hand, it was so hard and because of that my cock wasn't far behind. I pretended to move in my sleep so I could move my hand around her breast; it was so firm and ripe. I had to release the top button of my jeans to relieve the pressure on my erection. Mother stirred as I slowly manipulated her breast and her right hand came to rest on my cock, I froze. Just that slight touch had me as hard as a Minnesota pond in January.
I reached down with my free hand and slowly lowered the zipper, her hand adjusted to the new position. I waited to make sure her breathing hadn't changed and then I placed my hand upon hers and slowly began to run it up and down on the shaft, all the while still holding her breast in my other hand. The attendant walked by and smiled at me, but was none the wiser to my present condition due to the concealing blanket. The head of my penis had made its way out from under the band of my briefs so I gently ran my mother's hand over the head and then used it to push down my briefs so my whole cock was freed from its confinement. I paused, making sure my mother was still asleep, her breathing hadn't changed.
Determined that she was still asleep I wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking it up and down very slowly, her soft hand felt so good against my skin. I ran it across my balls and then up the shaft, over the head and back down again. The whole scene was so surreal and erotic that I knew I wouldn't last long. I increased the tempo slightly and felt my balls begin to tighten which caused me to strengthen my grip around her hand that clutched my rock hard cock. A handful of strokes later my cock twitched and I felt the cum rising, I tensed and let out a weak moan.
What happened in the next split second will be forever burned into my mind. Just as the cum was to come boiling from my cock and painting my shirt, my mother slid forward with the speed of a cheetah and jerked my shaft into her mouth. She did not bob on it or allow it any further than just past her lips, but the bulbous head was locked between those botox lips as if it were held in a vise. I stiffened and gripped the arm rest like it was the only thing keeping me in the plane, my teeth were gritted to keep from yelling out and I came for what seemed to be an eternity. When I was finally spent my mother sat up casually and reached for her wine and took a long draw washing my cum down her throat. I stared at her, she gave me a noncommittal half shrug and said, "I didn't want you to make a mess." And then she turned in her chair, rewrapped the blanket around her and went back to sleep.
When we landed in Aruba it was midafternoon, we took a cab from the airport to the resort. The lady at the reception counter showed us to our private bungalow that sat adjacent to the hotel. The hut had a living area, a small kitchen, one bathroom and two bedrooms. I actually entertained the thought of getting a one bedroom place, but that would have been way too obvious.
I changed into my swim trunks, grabbed a towel and told my mother I was going to go check out the beach. After what had happened on the flight I was just a bit nervous to be around her just now. I bolted for the door and jogged down to the white sand beach. The water was a blue-green and the sun still shown hot even this late in the day. I spread out my towel and lay on my stomach to catch some late rays. The tunes were cranking through my ear buds and the sun was warming my back when something cold dribbled on my back causing me to jerk up out of my euphoria. I jerked the ear buds out and spun to my hip, mother was kneeling beside me with a bottle of sunblock in her hand. She was wearing and orange bikini that accented her tan skin, a bikini that left very little to the imagination.
"Mother!" I exclaimed.
"I didn't want you to burn." she explained.
"I think it's too late in the day to burn, but thank you," I said, acknowledging her attempt at something motherly.
"I'll rub it in," it wasn't really an offer as it was more of a statement of fact. She swung a leg over my butt and sit down roughly. Her hands rubbed in the lotion and kneaded my back muscles. She was right, she was good at massages.
