Get up, we have to leave for the airport in 30 minutes. I hope you are packed, mister! We were headed to the Big Apple. The door slung open with a crash as it hit my dresser. She averted her eyes. Get out of bed, get dressed and get downstairs NOW! I pulled on some sweatpants, and a tank top, grabbed my bag and marched it downstairs to see both my mother and father waiting for me in the living room.
Security at the airport was a pain, but we made it through with our shoes still on, and we got seated right next to the gate. My dad, an IT consultant and frequent flier, knows what time and day to get a flight that you can avoid a crowd. The sign above the gate said the plane would be landing in 12 minutes, which gave me just enough time to get a magazine and a bag of chips. I told my parents I would be right back and walked to the newsstand. I felt an arm go around my shoulder and jumped. It was my mom.
Her arm lingered and then she pulled me in tight for a hug but accidentally pulled my face into her huge tits. She broke off the hug grabbed the car magazine from my hand and the chips and walked up to the counter to pay. I walked behind her trying to use her to conceal my semi. My eyes wandered, keeping them on magazines and snacks, hoping for my dick to go soft. It was a one in a million shot; it slipped right between her cheeks, and pushed directly on her asshole.
She jumped this time, then apologized for bumping into me. She pulled her dress out of her crack and walked off. I let her lead the way to hide my now fully erect member from the view of everyone else. I watched her hips sway and her ass bounce with every step. She would talk back at any chance. Oddly enough, it would often diffuse any situation with him. When I would try it, I would get a slap to the back of the head and a swift kick to my ass as I walked away.
It was never hard, but it was still enough to keep me in line. At least around him. Mom was much more laid back. When dad was out of town on business. It was often I would find her all hours of the day or night watching TV, cleaning or out by the pool with a bottle of wine and a romance novel. We boarded the plane. I took the window seat, my mom in the middle and my dad on the aisle.
I awoke sometime later, not sure when though, to my mother slouched over toward me asleep as well, her summer dress sagging a little in the front allowing me to look straight down to her huge breasts, hanging barely contained by her lacey bra. I leaned forward, dad was asleep too. My stroking became faster and my breathing more erratic.
My mother cleared her throat. My eyes flashed from her hanging breasts to her open eyes staring right back into mine. Then, saved by the bell, we heard the ding of the captain telling us to return to our seats, pull them to their full upright positions and that we will be landing shortly. We all did just that. I put the magazine my mother had bought for me in my lap to cover the bulge in my pants. We landed, grabbed our bags then had to wait in the taxi line.
The line was long and it was an hour before quitting time, so the taxis were almost nonexistent. My father called a limo company and we got a black town car delivered to us within 10 minutes. There was only one issue. He refused to put any of our bags in the trunk but insisted they be put in the back seat.
The problem with that was that took the number of seats from 4 including the front to only 2. My father sat in the front to navigate, telling my mom to just sit in my lap as it will only take 30 minutes to get to the hotel. She wriggled around to try and get comfortable and my dick pressed right into her asshole. She shivered but said and did nothing. My dick screamed as we hit a pothole and her ass tightened around my shaft. At that confirmation, I decided to throw caution to the wind and placed my hands on her thighs.
She shivered once more but let them remain. I held her tight against my body as I grinded my pelvis into her ass. She would push back on occasion. I decided to take it one step further and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up a few inches revealing the pink cotton panties she was wearing. I ran my fingers along the elastic band holding it to her crotch before slipping my fingers under.
I reached my free hand back and slid my sweat pants down low enough to pull my dick free while my mom shifted her weight so I could the pic the bottom of her skirt up exposing her round, pantied ass to me. Knowing there was no coming back from what I was about to do, I spit on my hand to lube my dick up and slid her panties down. I placed the swollen pink head at her back entrance and pulled her back down on top of me. We hit a wall of traffic on the Queens-Borough Bridge and my dad looked back at us.