My Mother's Airport Terror

Mom and I are sitting in the holding room for airport security. She has her head in her hands and she is crying/ well she's all cried out rather since we've been in here for the better part of two hours and worse is there is no air conditioning so it's hot as fuck in here.

"I can't believe you did this to me Jack." mom said shaking her head.

"I'm sorry mom, honestly I am. I didn't have any idea that they would search your bag I swear."

She brushed back her long blonde hair and gave me an angry blue eyed glare. A look I've seen way too many times growing up. "I don't think you realize how much trouble, I can be in here, son."

I looked away, "This is Africa I didn't know they had drug dogs here." I mumble.

"That's not the point you put three marijuana joints in my suitcase young man!"

I hate it when she calls me young man, I'm a fucking eighteen year old not some child.

"Where did you get the pot, Jack?" she asked matter of fact.

I shook my head, I found it I lied. Abeni the village chief's son gave it to me. He and I are the best of friends and have been since I've been coming on these mission trips with my parents."

Twice a year my dad who is the main pastor for "The Church Of Light" schedules mission trips to Africa to help the "Wobi" tribe. We help the villagers build new huts and dig irrigation trenches you know, just different things like that. These trips last anywhere from two weeks to a month.

"Your father is going to be so embarrassed over this, Jack!" Mom snapped, pointing a perfectly manicured index finger at me.

Fuck my dad. I'm the least important thing in his life why should I give a fuck what he thinks. "Whatever!" I say indignantly.

"How dare you Jack!" she says.

"Admit it mom dad runs a religious cult, he's not a real preacher and..."

She cut me off with a solid slap to my face which stung like a motherfucker because her long red fingernails scratched my face. I place a hand to my cheek and look at her wide eyed. Mom has never slapped me before.

"You take that back young man, this instant!!" she screams.

"I will not! He's a brainwashing asshole and he's got you brainwashed as well mom!

She raised her hand again to slap me but the door to the security room suddenly opened and two men stepped in, both dressed in crisp white security uniforms. One of the men sat down behind the desk. I guess he's the one in charge. He looked at us with an angry expression on his dark face. His black skin seemed to shine under the room's fluorescent lights. He was a big man too, at least six foot eight if I had to guess with tree trunks sized arms that looked about to bust out of his short sleeve uniform shirt.

I hear my mom swallow hard and she reaches over and places her hand in mine... the same hand she slapped me with. I shove her hand away.

He leans forward and sighs heavily, "I'm officer Zola and I'm in charge of airport security. I will be handling this case. Mrs Gabby Anderson.

My mom nods, "Yes, but the drugs aren't mine officer."

Zola rolls his eyes, "Well now if they are not drugs then whose are they, Mrs Anderson?"

Mom looks at me and I'm thinking she is about to turn me in, but she stops and hangs her head, "I... I..."

"Just admit it they are your drugs and we can move forward." Zola smiles.

Mom nods, a defeated expression on her pretty face, "Yes they are my drugs."

I almost gasp and I look at her dumbfounded and it's at this moment I forgive her for slapping me.

Zola fixes his dark eyes on me, "Is she telling the truth Jack?"

I quickly nod, "Yes sir." I said feeling like such a fucking coward. Thankfully mom didn't look at me or I might have cracked.

Zola sighs again and then he looks at the second security officer who is tall, bald and skinny, "Bring Mrs Anderson's suitcase, Dakarai." The man nods and hurries out the door and in a few seconds he's pulling mom's large pink suitcase behind him.

Zola pats the desk and in great effort, Dakarai hefts the over stuffed suitcase onto the desk.

Zola stands up, "We found the drugs in the front pocket of your suitcase, Mrs Anderson." He slips a big hand in the pocket and pulls out the three tightly rolled joints.

Fuck! Looking at them now I began to feel sick to my stomach. I'd put them into two Ziploc bags early this morning before we left. That fucking drug dog has a hell of a nose on him. I shake my head.

"DO you recognize these Mrs Anderson?"

Mom nods, "Yes."

"Yes what?" He asks, slamming his hand on the desk. The sound reverberated off the walls causing mother and I both to jump. You will address me as sir do you understand! And that goes for the both of you!" he snapped raising his voice.

Mom and I quickly say "Yes sir!" in unison.

Dakarai chortled and his boss shot him a shut the fuck up look and he quickly looks away. Zola returned his attention to us, "I am now going to open your bag Gabby and inspect the contents. SO is there anything inside the bag that you want to tell me about before I open it. Because if I find more drugs this will go even worse for you."

Mom looked at me as if to ask me but then looked away, "No sir there are no other drugs inside."

"Okay then." he said and he clipped the luggage lock with a pair of wire cutters and tossed it in the trash.

I kinda noticed mom fidget in her seat a little as Zola opened the zipper to the main compartment. Did she have something to hide? He flipped open the suitcase and began removing the contents. Blouses, skirts, hose, bras and panties. He just tossed them on the floor. I was amazed at all the colorful undergarments my mother has. Some of the bras were lacy and see thru and the panties were not what you would consider granny panties either, they were g-strings and thongs.

Zola smiled like a kid unwrapping his gifts on Christmas morning. Dakarai was smiling too and looking at mom and I could tell he was picturing her in the delicate things. I couldn't blame him, my mother is still a very gorgeous woman at forty one with the ample body of a twenty year old. She was five foot even and at one hundred and four pounds the only thing big on her was her tits and ass.

Zola held up a glittering red thong and twirled it on his index finger, "Ooh la la!" he laughs and Dakarai laughs as well. I have to admit I smiled too.

Mom has turned red with embarrassment and she's starting to tear up.

"Stand up Gabby and show us what you're wearing at the moment." Zola laughs.

Mom remains seated.

He stops laughing and gives us a serious look, "That was not a request, madame. Stand up and lift your skirt!"

Mom looks at him wide eyed, "But my son... is present."

Zola shrugged, "Yes and so what?"

Mom hesitates and shakes her head, "Please I don't want to."

"Oh Okay you don't want to huh?" he says and then looks at Dakarai, "Cuff them both and I'll call the Ministry Of Police and have them picked up. I'm done with them!"

Dakarai starts to walk our way but mom suddenly stands up and she lifts her skirt all the way up. My eyes bugged out of my head at the sight. Mom is wearing a black crotchless lace thong. The garment is tied about her slender hips with the back pulled tightly between the crack of her ass. Holy fuck! I thought.

The expressions on Zola and Dakarai black faces were now filled with lust at the sight of my mother. She was totally at their will and they knew it.

"Turn around, Gabby and spread your legs." Zola said.

Mom turned around and without hesitation she spread her legs shoulder length apart.

Zola smirked and nodded at me, "Your mother looks good, son?"

Mom looked at me and I looked away.

"I bet he'd fuck her, what do you think Dakarai?" Zola burst into laughter.

I didn't say anything I just shook my head and looked down at the floor because I didn't want to meet my mother's eyes. But I could feel something stirring inside me. Something that I have never felt before for my mother... lust! My cock starts to swell. Shit and I would have to be wearing a pair of basketball shorts... and with no underwear too. FUCK!

"Of course he would, I know I want to." Dakarai laughs and tugs on his crotch.

Mom pinched her blue eyes shut at the comment.

"Take the skirt off." Zola commands.

"No boss, get Jack to do it."

I suddenly looked up, "What?"

"No... please. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't involve my son!"

"Lets leave it up to the boy, shall we." Zola looks at me, "What do you say boy? Do you want to take your mom's clothes off?"

Mom looks at me all teary eyed and shakes her head.

"If the two of you cooperate then I assure you that all will be forgiven and you'll be on the next flight home. Do you understand." he was looking dead at me as he talked.

I nodded and stood up nervously. My legs felt like lead as I walked over to stand before mom. "I'm sorry mom."

Tears streamed down mom's face and she touches my cheek and she looks down at the tent in my shorts. She closes her eyes, "It's okay Jack."

I unclip the front of her skirt and tugged on it and it slid down her legs to the floor.

"Now the blouse, take it off!" Dakarai exclaims with excitement in his voice.

I looked at Zola but he just smiled and nodded. My heart was beating out of my chest and with trembling hands I reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her blue eyes are closed and I know its because she doesn't want to look at me.

When I finished unbuttoning her blouse I pulled it open and again my eyes bugged out of my head. Mom was wearing a lacy black cupless bra. Her creamy white mams stuck straight out with a set of long pointy nipples. I have to admit that I have never seen porn actresses with a prettier set of tits than my mother.

Zola clapped his hands, "Fuck yes! Look at that Dakarai. American women always have such nice breasts."

Mom opens her eyes and looks at the two men and she shakes her head in disgust.

"How dare you. You're both perverted and sick individuals!" she screams.

Zola and Dakarai stop laughing and they look at one another. Then they burst into laughter again.

Mom glances over her shoulder at me and catches me looking at her ass and I instantly look away.

Zola suddenly stops laughing. "Now Gabby... I want you to remove your son's clothes."

Her blue eyes went wide and she shook her head, "Absolutely NOT!"

Zola, clamps his fingers together and he leans forward on his desk and he gives mom a serious look, "The Ministry Of Police frowns upon drugs coming in or out of this country, Gabby. You are a criminal madame." he said tapping the joints in front of him. "You don't want to see the inside of an African prison my dear."

"And you better hope they don't send you to a coed prison." Dakarai laughs and with his right hand he makes a circle with his thumb and index finger. Then he stuffs the index finger of his left hand into the circle and moves it in and out vigorously.

The angry and defiant expression on mom's face melted almost instantly. She looks at me "Jack...?"

"It's fine mom. You can do it okay?" I said hoping my voice didn't sound pleading.

She reached out grips my tee shirt and pulls it up and over my head. She tugged the shirt off of me and laid it on the chair. Then she drops to her knees before me and pulls my basketball short down my legs. My hard cock springs forth almost hitting her on the nose.

Mom falls back on her ass in a gasp, "Jack! Where are your underwear?!"

Zola and Dakarai both burst into laughter at the same time.

This was absolutely embarrassing, even my mother was red faced. I can't count how many times my mother has told me to wear clean underwear... and heck now here I wasn't wearing any at all.

When Zola and Dakarai finished laughing the small room fell deftly quiet and I was suddenly aware of my mother looking up at my cock. I didn't want to hide myself. Because it was way too late for that.

She looks up at me and there was a weird look in mom's eyes now. It was a look I've never seen on her face before.

"Suck your son's cock, Gabby and you better do it like you mean or you'll be sucking mine!"

"And mine too!" Dakarai snapped.

Mom nodded leaned forward and braced her hands on my thighs. She looks up at me and engulfs me with her warm wet mouth.

"Oh she's sucking him, Boss."

Zola chortled.

Mom went down on me, her head bobbing back and forth and all while she stared up at me with loving and lust written in her expression. I couldn't help but wonder if her mind was on dad as she deep throats my eight inch cock. And she does it like she done it so many times before.

"Oh fuckkk!" I moan and she turns up her pace. I lay my right hand against the wall to steady myself because my knees are growing weak. "Oh shit... ohhhh... MOM!" I'm so close to cumming. I try to hold myself back. I don't want to cum in my mother's mouth!

She slides her hands around me and cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard. Saliva is dripping off her chin. She pulls her mouth from me and says softly, "Cum inside my mouth sweetie." and with that she is right back on my cock with more gusto than before.

"Ohhhh Ohhhh SHHHHITTT!!!!" I'm trying so hard now not to. It wouldn't be right!

Mom spreads the cheeks of my ass and forces a finger inside my ass.

My orgasm hits me almost immediately and I ejaculate like a boss. She thrusts her head forward lodging my dick deep inside her tight throat and she accepts every drop of me. She holds me inside her throat until I go soft and only then does she take her greedy cum covered lips from me.

She sits back on her heels and looks up at me and smiles, "Are you okay Jack?"

I'm so out of it I can only nod.

She stands up, brushes back her long blond hair and looks at Zola as if to say what's next.

Zola looks at her as if he's in awe and he gives her the come hither finger. Mother doesn't move and Dakarai steps forth and grabs her arm and forcibly guides her over to the desk. With one hard shove he shoves the suitcase off the desk. Mom is pulled around to the side of the desk and she's forced to bend over.

Dakarai walks around to the opposite side of the desk and takes her hands and pulls her arms until her belly is flat on the desk top and her ass is sticking out.

They are going to fuck mom I know they are and there is nothing I can do to stop them. She just lays there as Zola steps around behind her. Mom turns her head to look at me as Zola unfastens his belt and pulls his trousers down. His black cock is enormous, at least ten inches and thick!!

He tears away the little black thong she's wearing. He grins and tosses the garment at me. Then he grips my mother's hip and he sticks it to her. Mom gasps and her eyes go wide as inch by painful inch, he guides himself all the way to the hilt inside her. A pained look crosses mother's features as she looks at me.

Zola is fucking her hard, so hard that she's on the tips of her toes. He grinds himself inside her twisting and thrusting.

A warm smile replaces her pained expression and it's as if she's enjoying his cock now. She licks her lips and then mouths I love you Jack.

Is she thinking of me I wonder.

"She's enjoying it, boss!" Dakarai laughs. "Give it to her like the cunt she is!" he cheers.

Zola suddenly slams himself to the hilt inside mom and he gasps, "AHHHHH! Ooooooh!" He's cumming inside my mother!

Zola pulls out of mother and a glob of white sperm drizzles from her swollen and battered pussy.

Dakarai hurries around for his turn at mother unfastening his belt as he does. He drops his pants and positions himself behind her. But he is way smaller than Zola and shorter. Mother barely pinched her face as the thin man entered her. In fact she winked at me and smiled.

Dakarai lasted about two minutes inside mom before he blew his load. He whimpered like a puppy as he laid down across mother's back. I stifle a laugh and look away when he looks at me. I know he's embarrassed. So embarrassed that he pulls his pants up and hurries out of the security room.

Zola laughs and he reaches into the top drawer of his desk and takes out a lighter. Mother and I both look at him as he takes one of the joints from the baggie. He lights it and places it to his lips and inhales deeply. Then he uses the joint to point at us, "If I were you two I would get dressed now." then he looks down at his watch, "Your flight leaves in twenty minutes."

Mother and I hurriedly dressed and we left the security office and ran across the busy and congested airport like our asses were on fire. Thankfully mom had time to clean herself up in one of the restrooms before we boarded the plane and when we finally found our seats we collapsed into them. The plane was well into the air before we spoke again.

"Mom are you okay?" I asked.

She stared out the window and nodded, "Yes Jack I'm fine."

"Are you going to tell dad about this?"

Mom suddenly looked at me, "Fuck that! Are you?"

"Hell no!" I smirked.

She took my hand, "We are never to speak of this... EVER! Do you understand, Jack?"

"No ma'am!" I said quickly. "But can I remember it?" I don't know why I asked that stupid question but I did.

She squeezed my hand and nodded and returned to staring out the window. I just smiled and closed my eyes.

The end :-))