Part I: The Cab Ride
I kept on smiling all the way to the transit area, thinking that maybe this holiday wasn't going to be so bad after all! It took us a little over half an hour to get through customs and another fifteen minutes to get to conveyer belt A-3 which the screens indicated would be bringing our luggage in from the plane. Unfortunately there were already two more planes unloading their luggage in front of us, using the same conveyer belt and taking their sweet time in doing so. After standing amongst hundreds of other passengers for about ten minutes, mom was getting impatient; when our eyes met, she signaled me to meet up with her, away from the crowd.
She whispered something in dad's ear, gave him a peck on the cheek and squeezed through the enormous bunch of people. I slithered away from the group as well and I met up with mom some fifty meters away, behind a huge concrete pillar. She pressed herself against me, pushing my back against the pillar and whispered:"Kiss me!"
I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, which prompted her to say:"Not like that, use your tongue... make out with me."
I looked at her and said:"I can't do that!"
"What, you're suddenly growing a conscience? Where was your moral compass when you were shoving your cock up my cunt or down my throat and plastering me with your cum."
"It's not that... I'd gladly shove it back in, if you'd let me!"
"Then what is it?"
"I don't wanna make out with you mom... you're not my girlfriend, you're just..." I stammered, taking just a little too long to complete my sentence.
"Just what?" she snapped, looking at me irritated.
I couldn't believe what I was saying, even when the words were coming out of my mouth:"You're just a cunt!"
She put her hands on my chest and pushed me away, shocked and infuriated by what I'd just said and stated:"Glad we cleared that up then!" and walked toward a plastic bench, where she sat down and crossed her arms, kind of pouting. Figuring that if she was truly mad or offended by what I had said, she would get back to dad, I decided to test my hypothesis; I crossed my arms in front of me, cupping my crotch with both hands. Instinctively mom looked down, averting her eyes almost immediately, but over the next minute or so, she glanced at my crotch another five or six times. Slowly I could see her attitude changing for the better.
The next time we make eye contact, I signal towards the lavatories.
She scoffed at me and said:"Yeah right!"
I slowly made my way over to her, sat down next to her and whispered:"Come on, I know you're not really mad at me... I can tell you're bored out of your skull and I know for a fact that you're a cheating incestuous little slut... so cut the bull and let's go fuck!"
Mom turned towards me, still feigning anger, but I could see the arousal in her eyes as she whispered, fighting a smile:"You impudent little brat!"
Testing how far she was willing to take this, I added:"By the way, I want you to cut off dad!"
"I can't do that!" she stated outraged.
"Sure you can, just say no and keep your legs closed!"
"It's not that simple..."
"So you agree on the principle, you just don't know how."
She looked at me for a few seconds, then shook her head to stop her current train of thought and whispered:"God, I can't believe I am even considering this, when did I become such a whore?"
Hearing those words coming out of her mouth, I looked at her and whispered:"I want you... now!"
I got up, knowing that if she followed me now, I could get away with murder; when I was almost twenty meters away, mom got up and started to follow me. I smiled as I walked past the first series of bathrooms - as they were too crowded - and made my way to a more desolate part of the airport. I held the door open to the men's room, letting mom walk in ahead of me. We entered one of the stalls and I locked the door; mom wasted no time and bend over the toilet, pulled down her panties and put her hands against the far wall. Her body shuddered with lust and her breathing became more shallow as she yearned for my cock. Amused by her submissiveness, I took out my dong and lined it up with her moist opening, penetrating her and started to fuck her ever so slowly, making long and deep runs with my thick cock. After fucking like this for several minutes, mom was getting really randy; she looked back and whispered:"Tell me again... why you wouldn't kiss me!"
"Because you're just a cunt!" I grunted.
"Oh god, oh god yesssss." mom hissed as she started to convulse.
"Are you going to cut off dad?" I asked, driving my cock deeper.
"Yes... god, yes... I'll do it... I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop fucking me!" mom panted, as she was shaking on her legs, getting ready to have another orgasm. Pleased with myself and with what I had achieved, I kept plowing her at a solid powerful rhythm for as long as I could, making her moan and pant like the bitch in heat that she was. When I felt myself getting off, I pulled out and sprayed my fresh cum on her butt; while I was leaning against the wall to catch my breath, mom turned around and squatted down. Without any hesitation, she opened her mouth and engulfed my semi-hard cock, tasting her own juices. After she'd cleaned me thoroughly, we rearranged our clothes and headed back to the arrival area where dad was still waiting for our luggage.
Because there didn't seem to be any progress with the conveyer belts, we decided to go and have a drink in a nearby bar instead of just standing around. Dad took out his brochures and started talking about the apartment complex, the beach and the various activities mentioned in the brochure; especially the local museums had caught his eye (yawn). We also had a quick bite to eat while we continued waiting for our luggage... for a moment, it was as if we were a normal family again, just like the thousand of families passing through that very same airport. Suddenly there was a lot of activity and commotion coming from the conveyer belt and when dad went to check it out, I noticed mom furiously sucking her soda through her pink straw. She noticed my amusement and smiled as she started playing with the straw, making all kinds of suggestive and recognizable gestures with her hands and mouth!
I grinned at her and playfully shook my head disapprovingly.
"What?" she asked, grinning.
"You're such a whore!!!" I whispered.
Surprised at my choice of words, but amused at the same time, she smiled and looked around, then whispered:"I know, I don't know why, but ever since I sat down next to you on that plane, I've been feeling so damn hot and nasty... I just wanna be a slut and a whore all the time!"
"Cool, my mom is a slut!" I smiled.
"Knock it off..." she said as she playfully slapped my arm.
"A good-for-nothing incestuous cheating whore!" I whispered.
Her facial expression went from playful to serious in just three seconds as she said:"Seriously, stop it... you're making me wet."
A few seconds later dad came back to the table, announcing that our luggage had arrived... we got up, collected our bags and made our way out of the airport. Whenever dad wasn't watching, I openly stared at mom's obscene rack and we exchanged several wicked smiles. Dad hailed a cab and as the driver put our luggage in the trunk, I got in the back seat with mom, forcing dad to take the passenger's seat next to the driver and in front of mom, making her virtually invisible to him. I looked at mom and at her saggy tits, obscenely hanging loosely in her summer dress and pushed her dress a little out of way so I could gawk at the dried up cunt juice on the inside of her legs.