Mom and son are stranded at the airport

I like to think it was caused by my grandfather’s unexpected passing; but in actual fact, the root cause of it all can be traced way before his death, when I started puberty to be exact. I, like many young boys, was infatuated with my mother. Under the influence of my raging hormones, I jerked off countless times while fantasizing of making love with the woman who raised me. I would even sneak and take her undergarments, naughty little devil that I was, to fuel my imagination.

The strange thing is, she knew about my secret, because she once removed one of her cum-stained pantie from the hiding place in my room, as I saw it in the laundry the next day. She never said or mentioned anything about it though, never gave a hint that she was disturbed or mad, or much less cared.

More than once I tried to get a glimpse at the intimate areas of her skin. Looking back, I guess she was just your average mom. At the time of the ‘incident’ she was 43, somewhat tall at 5’7, about 145 pounds, 38C breasts, with brown eyes and black hair which she liked to keep at a length above her shoulders. Her tits, like most mothers her age, had begun to lose the fight against gravity, but they were still firm for the touch as I later found out. She carried an extra portion of her weight around her ass and thighs, and that gave her a curvy figure. Not particularly a pretty face, I admit, but not bad-looking either. All in all, I thought she was sexy and attractive.

As for me, I recently turned eighteen at the time, but my frame still looked that of a thirteen year old due to the unfortunate delay in my growth spurt. Merely 5’3 in height, consisting of 110 pounds of video game muscle. I was also immature and naive in a lot of ways (still am) so I guess my child-like look was justified. Although fresh and innocent in appearance, little did anybody know I was very perverted underneath.

Anyway, to the story. Grandpa Paul, dad’s father, had all of a sudden died of a heart attack. Dad flew out to Denver the day he got the news. Mom and I would follow in two days because I still had school. We had always been close with grandpa, even though we only see him once or twice a year. He was a very likable old fellow.

We left for Denver two days later as planned. When we landed in Chicago to load off passengers and allow new ones in, we got stuck there by bad weather. The snow had caused a delay in our landing and now it would delay our takeoff.

A friendly ticket agent told my mother that it seemed unlikely for any plane to take off that night. The weather had gotten worse. He offered to book a room for us in case our flight was canceled. She hemmed and hawed but soon agreed.

The flight was indeed canceled.

We arrived at the hotel with many other passengers and were shown to our room. Mom said, “Well, Danny, it’s a good thing we got a room. I’m sure there are a lot of people stuck at the airport tonight.”

“Ahhh I know. I got a crick in my neck from just sitting on that seat. I’d hate to sleep there.”

“Well, sweetie, take a nice hot shower and go to bed. You’ll be fine.”

Rolling my neck in discomfort, we entered the room. My mother stopped in her tracks. “Ah excuse me, are you sure this is the right room?” she asked the bellhop.

“Yes ma’am.”

“There’s only a double bed.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, that is the room they assigned. I can call down and see if we can make a switch.”

“Would you please?”

The bellhop called and talked to the manager and got nothing. They were full and we were lucky to have a room. He left with an apology and a promise to talk to his boss. Meanwhile we settled in. We only had our carry-ons so we had no change of clothes or toiletries.

“I’m going down and get us some toothbrushes and things okay?”

“Alright mom.”

“Why don’t you take a shower?”


In the shower I let all the tension in my body wash away but found it flowing right into my cock. Thoughts of sleeping with my mom in the small bed made me hard. I begun to stroke myself when there was a knock at the door.

“Yeah,” I called out.

“It’s me, sweetie. Here, I got you a toothbrush. I’m putting it on the sink with some of my stuff.”

Through the semi-transparent curtain, I watched her silhouette walk back and forth across the bathroom. I wondered if she could see me naked. Once I was done, and mom already in the shower, I sat on bed and watched some news about the weather. While my eyes were on the screen, my ears were listening to the sound of running water, and my mind picturing nude images.

When mom got out I noticed her crestfallen look and teary eyes. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about your grandpa Paul,” she said in a depressed voice. “He was a good man.”

“He sure was mom,” I said, remembering the kind, gentle old face. “He sure was.”

“It’s just that these kind of things get to me, you know—death I mean. Makes me remember my own father. Pity you never met him, Danny. I’m sure you would have loved him.” She reached down and stroked my cheek tenderly.

A sense of guilt crept into me. Here was my mother feeling sentimental about the loved ones she’d lost; meanwhile all I could think about was her body. I stood up and gave her a hug, as my own way of expressing repentance.

“I love you mom.”

“Oh Danny, I love you too.”

We ordered some food and talked, about school, about dad and grandpa Paul, about myself, about herself. Our conversations cheered her up a bit, and it felt nice to reconnect with my mother like this. Finally bedtime came.

“Mom you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” I tried to act like I liked the floor.

“Nonsense. Just a while ago you were complaining about your neck. Don’t act all manly on me now.”

“Aww, mom. I’m not a kid anymore. Let me make a little sacrifice for you.”

She was touched by my gallantry. “Oh Danny, honey, that’s so sweet of you, and I appreciate it, I really do,” she said, giving me an affectionate hug. “But I’m the mother here. If anything I should be the one taking care of you. Come on, I think there’s enough room for both of us. Keep your old mom company.”

“You’re not old!” I blurted out.

“I’m forty-three, you know.”

“Still, you’re one of the best looking woman I know.”

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She blushed and for a moment looked somewhat troubled. She probably remembered the pantie she had found in my room. Remembering it also made me blush.

Finally she said, “Why, thank you sweetheart…” Then a little awkwardly, “Well, let’s tuck in?”

I took off my robe and climbed into bed with my boxers and a t-shirt on. Mom, I noticed, had purchased a Chicago White Sox T-shirt that was many times bigger than her own size. It fell on her mid thighs and gave me an ample view to those shapely legs. As she got in I couldn’t fail to notice how her breasts swung freely under the baggy shirt, indicating she had no bra on. Blood once again rushed to my dick.

“Good night,” she said and leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead. As she did I almost wanted to ravage her neck. It was fairly exposed because of her short hair, smooth and very seductive, like the rest of her body.

“Good night mom.”

I lay there not sleeping for a long time, trying to push away thoughts of my mom. The closeness of her smell didn’t help. It only made my head swim. Thankfully sleep was still able to find me.

During the night I was awakened by something. Years of sleeping with my dad had obviously conditioned my mother. I awoke to find that we were spooning. Somehow my arm ended up wrapped around her hips while my crotch was tightly pressed against her ass. She snuggled closer and the warmness of her body stirred the monster in my pants.

I couldn’t help myself. As if the most natural thing to do, I pushed and ground my stiffness against her. In half-consciousness she responded with her own movement, rotating her hips in time with my thrust. A heated friction was building between our genitals as they kept rubbing each other against the layer of fabric. The head of my dick would occasion poke its way into her slit.

We were soon breathing heavily. Despite her panties, I could feel her wetness seeping through. I boldly reached my hand toward one of her breasts. Her nipples stood out, erect in her shirt. I squeezed and fondled her tits as I continued on with my movement. It felt like a dream.

“Mmmm David, you’re so hard,” mom moaned out dad’s name as I went on with my thrusts, but that didn’t discourage me. My balls were ready to explode. I knew that I should stop. But I couldn’t, God help me, I just couldn’t. I had the overwhelming urge to cum. It felt as if my life depended on it.

My orgasm seized me in a powerful grip. I thrust my hips hard against my mother and could feel my cock slip just barely into her hole— if not for the pantie it surely would have penetrated her. I tried to stifle a groan as the first of many shots of semen erupted from my cock, soaking her panties and leaking some on her pussy.

All that action eventually awakened her. “Ahhh hmmm so much cum,” she was moaning in pleasure, shoving her ass against my spurting cock, but suddenly she gasp and went rigid, as she must have realized by then that I wasn’t Dad.

***** The bedside lamp was turned on. After my orgasm had subsided, the reality of the situation hit my mom hard. “Oh god Danny what did you do? Oh god, Oh god!” she got up and panicked, almost hysterical.

“But Mom I couldn’t help it. You were snuggled up against me and it just happened.”

“Oh god, Oh god!”

“I’m sorry mom,” I said weakly, but a part of me wasn’t sorry at all.

“Listen Danny. No one can ever know about this. No one. If anyone found out—Oh I couldn’t even imagine!”

“Mom, I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone. I was just… so horny for you.”

“Shh quiet. I’m going to go clean myself,” she said, rising and going into the bathroom.

I didn’t hear her close the bathroom door so I rose and went after her, just in time to see her stepping out of her panties and about to take her shirt off.

“Are you alright mom? I’m really sorry.” I said at the door.

She jumped at the sound of my voice. “Danny get out!”

“I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”

“God Danny, I’m fine.” She said, incredulous, a trace of anger in her tone now. “Would you please put that thing away.” By that she meant the semi-hard penis that was still dangling out of my boxers. I quickly adjusted myself and went out.

I paced around the room filled with my own thoughts and conflicting emotions. It was still only 2:30 am. After what felt like ages, mom came out at last. She must have done a lot of reflecting, for she appeared to have composed herself. I could barely look her in the eye when I tried to say something, but she simply ushered me back to bed. Despite myself, I had the impression she wasn’t wearing her panties—well, they were dirty of cum after all. When we were once again settled she spoke. “Danny, you can never tell anyone about this, do you understand?”

“Yeah mom, I won’t tell anyone.”

“What happens here has to stay here.”

“I understand.”

“No Danny, what happens here has to stay here,” she repeated, turning to look me straight in the face.

At first I was confused, and then she rested her hand on my chest and started to gently rub.


“Would you like to continue?”

It hit me almost too incredibly.

“You mean to say…?”




Hearing her say that one word, with the unwavering look she was giving me, made my heart pound.

“I-I thought you were mad?”

“I was,” she said simply.

“Can we really…?”

“The damage has already been done. I see no reason why we shouldn’t make the best of it.”

I was unable to respond. My body went stiff. It was too good to be true. All the while mom kept tracing circles on my belly. I was old enough to know this touch was not maternal. From somewhere within me sprung the words:

“I want you.”

“I know.” She transfered the hand to my cheek. “But Danny, understand, this is just a one time thing, okay? Once we get back home, everything assumes their rightful order. I’ll still be your mother and you’ll still be my son, and we’ll never mention any of this, pretend it never happened. Okay sweetheart? Can you do that for me?”


“And you musn’t, and I mean must not, under any circumstances tell anyone about this. I’m sure you know there will be consequences. I could go to jail, Danny. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No, no, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“It won’t do any harm,” she said, as if to herself. “No one will know.”

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“Um, yeah…”

Then noticing my state, she said, “Try to relax a little.” In a slow almost hesitant movement, she lowered her rubbing to the bulge on my boxers.

I’m not all that sure what prompted her decision, my guess is that the heat of our recent contact still remained in her body (it certainly remained in mine), and that it had awakened her needs. Maybe she hadn’t been getting any from dad and was missing the action, and it just so happened that I was there, at the right time and place, and at the right circumstances. But something told me she was still indecisive. Whichever was the case, I asked no further questions. With uncertain hands, I slid my boxers down and tossed my t-shirt somewhere. I was kind of waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t, so nervously I moved between her legs, which, to my pleasant surprise, she willingly spread for me.

“Get this off,” mom said struggling with her huge shirt.

Once we removed it, we paused and regarded each other for a moment. My heart was in my throat now, as I took in the surreal image before me. I was a little reluctant and intimidated by sight of her naked body. This was my own mother, I reminded myself. She was no goddess but the mere fact that she was lying there naked for me was more than enough to set my temperature boiling. Mind you, she wasn’t bad looking at all. Those motherly curves and the fullness of her figure (although in no way plump) were very enticing. Her breasts were ample enough and could fill my hands, with light brown areolas that looked almost pink in her fair skin. She had a few hairs in the pubic region. As I was scanning over every inch of her, I came upon her eyes staring into mine.

“Come here, closer,” she said softly.

I mounted her and almost melted when we came in contact skin for skin. She reached down between us to take hold of my erection, the hardness of which was almost steel-like. A gasp escaped me the moment her hand touched my dick. She lightly stroked it for a few seconds before guiding it to her entrance.

“Now forward, Danny. Push forward.”

I did as instructed. In one smooth thrust my cock eased its way inside her. We both let out a sigh of pleasure when our pubic bones met.

“Remember,” mom breathed out. “Not a word to anyone.”

I nodded. “What happens here stays here.”

“Good boy.”

I savored the foreign sensation first, feeling the warmth and wetness that enveloped me, and the contractions clamping around me. Then I started to stroke in and out, a little awkwardly given my inexperience.

“That’s it baby,” mom whispered, her hands starting to roam and caress my body.

Eventually a nice slow rhythm was established. While I was fucking her she had her eyes closed and kept encouraging me in a low, sexy voice. “Yes, that’s it… Fuck me… Oh God…”

The heat of her bigger body felt wonderful against my own. We were so close I could taste her breath. I asked, like the naive school boy that I was, “Can I kiss you?” Mom must have thought it a silly thing to ask given the position we already shared, because she let out a quick little laugh then without a word pulled my head toward hers.

Our first kiss was magical, it brought my arousal into new heights. When her tongue darted and met mine it sparked a fire in me that would be hard to put out. I paused my strokes to give full attention on the kiss, because the intensity was growing by the second. As it went on and on, my confidence and hunger grew.

I began to pump my hips with purpose. I watched mom’s tits shake in time with my thrusts. They were exposed there, in all their glory, exclusively for me to touch, lick, and suck, which I did like a maniac. Our moans and sighs soon filled the room, accompanied by the sound of our flesh slapping together each time I thrust my dick in and out of her pussy.

“Right there, keep going… Ahh fuck me, fuck me hard,” mom voiced out in abandon, and I did just that.

I had the most blissful orgasm, the aftermath made me shake all over like a vibrator. Mom clutched on to me as all my semen entered into her depths.

We fucked; we didn’t make love or spend the night discovering each other—we fucked like there was no tomorrow. My initial reserve was completely cast away and replaced by pure animalistic desire. At one point, drunk with passion, I became bold enough to straddle her chest and plunge my dick into her mouth. Mom’s mouth simply welcomed the intrusion, and this acceptance made me even bolder. Inspired by porn videos, I grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head. She got the idea and fixed herself against the bed’s headboard, all the while never allowing my dick to stray away from her lips. I then began to move my hips, and God she let me. I was in awe watching this person who’s had authority over me for all the years of my existence, someone who had reprimanded, grounded, and at occasions spanked me for misbehavior, now lay there submissively sucking my cock like an obedient slave.

“Yeah mom,” I growled, lost in the moment. “Suck that cock.”

She was deeply preoccupied by her work, but upon hearing my voice she looked up at me with wild, startled eyes as if realizing for the first time whose cock it was she was sucking. But that only added fuel to the fire. She tightened her lips and sucked harder, and I moved faster in response. No courtesy or whatsoever restrained me from roughly erupting into my mother’s mouth.

Very little was said between us all throughout the night. Rather than talk, any amount of energy were spent instead for another round of lovemaking, or should I say, wild fucking—that’s a better term for what transpired. In frantic, whispered short instructions, mom taught me everything she could teach. Except for anal we pretty much did everything (although I’m sure she would have let me have her other hole if I went for it). Mom allowed me to do anything I pleased, like grasping her hair and spanking her ass while in doggy position (one of my many porno inspirations that I tried with her), or strangling her neck in a harmless but firm way while taking her from other different positions.

That night I saw another side of her I never could have imagined, and I’m sure she saw the same unexpected side in me. Who would have thought that her sweet little boy could be so demanding, uncaring, and rough? For sure I never thought mom, who was usually strict with me and unopposed around the house because of her strong personality (even dad would sometimes cower at her feet), could be so submissive and responsive to my wishes.

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We took some rest here and there, but not for long because I couldn’t get myself to sleep knowing mom was lying naked next to me, knowing I had complete access to her body. I experienced my first taste and was hungry for more.

“Mom…” I said, as I got up and knelt in front of her, presenting my already hard dick. “Suck me.”

She glanced up at me, perhaps surprised or amused, then without a word more took my cock into her mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her, and to my pleasure mom obeyed. Her obedience made me feel like a king. It was so hot watching her work on my cock that way, the curves of her back in full view. I drew her falling hair aside so I could get a clear view at her face as well.

“Use your tongue…”

She started running her tongue along the length of my shaft.

“Lick it, lick every inch.”

She twirled and flickered her tongue all over me, bottom to top, her head switching angles from right to left. Soon my hard cock was shinning with her saliva.

“Work on my balls too.”

My balls instantly got the attention it wanted. After a moment, I said, “Now get back up on my cock.”

Letting out soft a groan, mom’s mouth eagerly returned to my cock and began to suck me with urgency. This sudden attack caught me off guard. I had to hold onto her back to steady myself. I was at the height of my arousal but I still craved for more.

“That’s enough…” I said with shaky voice. “Turn around, I want your pussy.”

Mom rested on her elbows. Because she was taller, her ass was high enough for me to set both my feet on the bed as I leaned over her and fucked her from behind like a boy possessed. I clutched onto that fleshy body and focused all my energy on my cock, ramming it in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. Between the moans and grunts and sound of fucking, mom glanced behind her shoulder to quickly say, “When you’re about to cum, pull out and I’ll blow you.”

We did what she said. With weakening legs I stood up while she knelt and took everything my cock could offer as if it’s the last food on earth.

By dawn we were drenched in sweat and beyond exhaustion, filthy and had the pungent smell of sex, but we were still going at it. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore, my body seemed to be running on auto-pilot. We ended up kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking all night, we just couldn’t get enough of each other.

Late in the morning, after waking up and fucking some more, we learned that flights had resumed their courses. But since there were so many people that had been stranded last night, seats were kind of tight.Mom and I had to stay in Chicago for half a day more, which was a very welcome situation for me.

When we were out in public, mom transformed back to the same maternal, authoritative figure that demanded respect, and I became her little boy again.

“Danny, honey, I know things took a different turn between us, a lot has happened, but I just want to remind you, once again, that what happens here in Chicago stays in Chicago.”

With that in mind, I made the best out of our situation in Chicago. Other rooms were available by now but we didn’t bother to upgrade our double bed. Once inside, mom would submit herself to all my whims and kinks. I had her in almost every part of that room, on the table and chairs, on the floor, in the shower, on the toilet seat, against the walls, you name it.

“Where did you learn all these?” she asked as I was eating her pussy on the table. I had set her up there while I sat on a chair. Unlike last night, we were a little subdued now with our tryst.

“Porn,” I replied coyly from between her legs.

She chuckled and gave my hair a ruffle. “I should have known. But you’ve been doing it wrong hon. You should concentrate your attention more on the clit.”

“The clit?”

“The clitoris.” she pointed with her fingers. “This part right here. It’s a rather sensitive area, so don’t be too rough.”

She reacted with a whimper when my mouth covered her clit with a little suction. Her reaction encouraged me. I began to work on her pussy using this newfound knowledge.

“Oh fuck, Danny…”

I had tasted her pussy last night but it was all in a haze of frenzy. It was just me blindly and greedily taking everything I could. This time I was more meticulous with my approach. Her taste, her smell, her reactions, the wet image of her inner folds, the pleasure of giving her pleasure, I registered all these details as I feasted on her pussy.

She leaned back on her elbows, inhaling and exhaling quick breaths. “Oh fuck…”

I glanced up across her bare body and met her eyes. Mom had an intensity on her face that made me want to do my best. Gently but with quickness, I ran my tongue all over her clit, up and down, side to side, while sometimes coating it with my lips and sucking it. Soon she started jerking her hips in response, and stupidly I stopped, thinking I did something wrong.

“Keep going!” she said in a desperate voice. And so I resumed and kept my pace with renewed energy. She was thrashing and moaning louder now, had her eyes closed and mouth open.

“Fuck, so good… Oh god, yes! Make me cum!”

Then finally her orgasm arrived. Her whole body shuddered, her head drew back and she moaned her heart out in complete ecstasy.

I felt proud of myself, as though I got all A’s in school. Shortly later she sat up, panting, still recovering from her orgasm, and looked at me with adoration.

“Oh baby… you make me feel so good. Come here.” I was pulled up for a kiss, a deep open-mouthed, tongue-filled kiss that sent my head flying to the clouds

“Now tell me what you want,” she hissed, a woman in heat. “I’ll do anything.”

I searched her face and thought about it; my stare went towards those luscious lips, then straight to her eyes, burning with desire. “I want to fuck your mouth,” I said in such vulgarity that even surprised me.

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