From the author: This, like Part I, is a sequel to the Double Trouble story. It is not a requirement to be familiar with that story in order to simply enjoy this one for what it is. However, this may shed more light on some of the other character's motivations. I would suggest reading Part I before reading this, though, as some of the references may not be clear otherwise.
The incest/taboo categorization for Part II has to do with a mother/daughter relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.
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Back Home for the Holidays
A Double Trouble Adventure
Part II : Miami
The Fort Lauderdale airport was packed. There were people everywhere, coming and going, trying to get home after Christmas. It had me feeling a little claustrophobic. I was already anxious about John meeting my mother and the hustle and bustle of getting through the airport only intensified it.
Following John through the crowd, we finally made it out to the street. It was nice to breathe the air, though hot and humid, despite it being the last week of the year, at least it was fresh. I don't mind the press of bodies, heat, and wetness if it were in the context of an orgy; but this was just unsettling. Thankfully, my thin green blouse and short green skirt helped a lot with the temperature. How John managed in his plaid shirt and jeans was beyond me. I had learned my lesson in Louisiana.
I still had not told John everything he really needed to know about my mother. By not sitting him down I had, by default, decided to let him experience her on his own. This made my anxiety ten times worse and I could feel myself about to snap. I concentrated on holding it together.
We found that we had emerged in the bus pickup area, so we made our way to the normal pickup area. I didn't recognize the car, but when the sun struck a mass of orange hair as a woman got out of a new Toyota Prius, there was no mistaking that it was my mother. Few women have hair like ours.
"Robin!" she called to me.
Exhausted from the trip, my mother's enthusiasm made me feel even more tired, but I smiled at her despite my fatigue. My mother is a bit taller than me and her tits are a little smaller than mine, but other than that we could have been twins. I noticed that the Florida sun had intensified her freckles as she came towards me. She wore nothing but sandals and a leopard-print bikini, her pale skin glowing in the waning afternoon sunlight.
I also noticed a man getting out of the passenger side of the Prius just as my mother blocked my view of him. Was this her boyfriend of the week or was he more permanent than that? I also realized that things could get a bit more complicated faster than I had anticipated. It made me doubly regretful that I had not already told John about my mother.
She came up to me as I dropped my bags at my feet. Without a word, and with tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me for a long time.
"Hi Mom," I said softly.
She pulled back and looked me in the face. She had that disapproving look that she got whenever I called her 'Mom'. "What the fuck happened to 'Kate'?"
I smiled at that. My mother got pregnant with me when she was fourteen, so, after Dad left, she decided that she didn't like me to call her 'Mom'. I said, "Sorry. Hi Kate."
She kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss. Then she kissed me again, this time softer and longer.
Aware of where I was and knowing how it looked I wanted to pull away, but I also enjoyed the kiss. Kate and I have always had our differences. We've always fought, but we've also always been close. You only really fight with someone you are close to.
She pulled back and looked at me. Then she kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth to her and let her press her tongue inside. Her hands roamed down my back and to my firm ass. She gave it a squeeze.
I moaned up into her mouth. I loved Kate. We hadn't seen each other in over a year and we only talked on the phone every other week, but I knew this woman. I thought I knew her better than anyone else in this world. Returning the caress to her back, I could feel her bare skin, smooth and soft, under my hands.
"Wow," I heard John whisper to himself beside me.
Breaking the kiss, I looked at her. She was smiling at me though tears still welling in her eyes. She breathed, "I've missed you so fucking much."
We often fought over the phone about my moving back to Boston, or now to Miami, to be closer to her. "I've missed you too, Kate," I told her. It was true. When we were together there was a different sort of energy between us than when we were on the phone. We still fought, but we rarely left issues unresolved in person.
"Felix will be happy to see you," she commented, almost in passing, as she turned to look at John.
I smiled. Felix was the name my mother gave to the strap-on dildo she used to fuck me with when I turned eighteen. I had fond memories of Felix.
Now, I knew we were freaking John out and my anxiety was still present over that issue. I knew there was no getting around it and he was going to find out everything about me on this trip, except, of course, my biggest secret which I had sworn my mother to confidentiality on threat of never speaking to her again. Beyond that, the chips would just have to fall where they might. I may be a control freak but I also knew the inevitable when I saw it.
I also saw the way John was looking at Kate. While his mother was showing her age, mine was just as sexy as she had ever been. She looked just a little older than me, instead of the fifteen years it really was. He was trying not to look at her body but she was nearly naked in front of him and her pale svelte frame, as well as the earlier kiss that we had shared in front of him, were playing havoc with his mind. I saw the bulge in his jeans and knew he was losing his battle to control the swelling of his big cock.
"Kate, this is my boyfriend, John. John, this is my mother, Kate."
"Pleased to meet you Miss Nelson," he said as he put out his hand to shake hers.
I cringed. Before I could say anything, Kate said, "It's Miss Kirkpatrick. That no-good-miserable-son-of-a-bitch-asshole who got me pregnant with my sweet little Robin is Nelson. My name is Kaitlyn Kirkpatrick. You call me Kate."
My last name was still Nelson, which was another source of friction between us, but I didn't want to get into that right at that moment. I tried to intervene but, before I could, John replied, "Sorry. Nice to meet you, Kate."
She still didn't shake his hand. Instead she looked back at me and asked, "So this is the John that you broke poor little Angela's heart over?"
I was a little stunned at Kate's rudeness and anxious that maybe she would not hold her tongue regarding my big secret as she had promised to do. As for her comment about Angela, I reflexively snapped back, "I broke her heart? She hurt me!"
Kate rolled her eyes and said, "You two have been like sisters ever since she moved in with us. She fucking loves you. How can you push her aside for this... man?"
