Mom and son are stranded at the airport

Please complete the required fields.
Thank you for taking the time to report this Report submission to the webmaster. Please let us know why you are choosing to report this Report submission and then click the submit button at the bottom of the page



Mom and son are stranded at the airport.. Allow me to tell a little story. It happened a few years back and has since been a dark secret between me and my mom– I guess you’ll be on the secret too.

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 in love with my mother. Under the influence of my raging hormones, I jerked off countless times while thinking of plunging my penis into her vagina. I would steal her undergarments at every chance, daring little devil that I was, and rub them on my dick until I came.

The strange thing is, she knew about this naughty business, because she removed many of her cum stained garments from hiding places in my room. She never said or mentioned anything about it though, never gave a hint that she was disturbed or mad, or much less even cared. So I carried on with my adventures.

More than once I tried to get glimpses 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, tall at 5’7, about 130 pounds, 38C breasts, with brown eyes and black hair which she liked to keep at a length just 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 just turned eighteen at the time, but my frame still looked that of a fourteen year old due to the unfortunate delay in my growth spurt. Merely 5’4 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, with no clothes packed. Mom and I would follow in two days. 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 day. He offered to book a room for us in case it 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.”

3.4 11 votes
Story Rating
Spread the love
Pages ( 1 of 6 ): 1 23 ... 6Next »
1 Comment
Most Voted
Newest Oldest
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments