Mom’s Class Reunion Ch. 08

The story continues.

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Standing at the door, the man and woman had a professional, yet concerned look.

Absorbing the words just said, I stood there, speechless.

"We've received complaints from other guests of..... vibrant activities at different hours of the night," the older woman said. As they saw my son over my shoulder, Parker, now aware of the commotion at our door had come up behind me, groggily, at the door.

"Mom, everything ok?" He genuinely asked, rubbing his eyes.

Noticing an immediate contortion in the associates faces, I just realized our demise. Hearing the word, "mom", the woman at the door straightened her posture, cleared her throat at the admission and announced quietly, "I'm sorry Mrs. Benson, but being hotel management, we will not be privy to such... morally disturbing actions."

Not fully aware of her insinuations, I softly asked, "What is it you're asking?"

"You are formally being requested to end your patronage of our hotel, effective immediately," the lady forcefully stated, looking directly at me. "We expect you downstairs in 30 minutes. Any delay will result in security escorting you out."

As they turned to walk away, I closed our door. Full of shame and shock, I leaned against the door.

"Oh my God," I said, concerned. "Honey, this isn't what I had planned." Still feeling the aftermath of last night, my pussy sore, my anal cavity devirginized, I regained my bearings. "Start getting our things packed, Parker. Our flight doesn't leave till afternoon and it's now 5:15 in the morning. Let's at least try saving face before the lobby gets busy."

Being a Monday morning, the events that packed the weekend would find their conclusion. People would be catching flights home to resume their own busy lives.

20 minutes later, we had everything packed. Dressed in a simple coal colored dress, black pumps and sun beige pantyhose, I grabbed my purse. With Parker behind me, we went out into the hall where the concierge met us to put our bags onto his cart. In the elevator, now 5:40am, the silence was deafening.

Arriving at the counter, the two people from earlier awaited us. In silence, the man tapped around on his computer, finalizing our bill for the weekend.

"$795," he stiffly said. "Will that be applied to your Visa on file ma'am?"

"Yes," I answered, voice barely above a whisper."

As my payment was going through, even the chatter in the lobby of those getting an early breakfast brought forth more shame. Looking just like advertised, a woman thoroughly fucked during the night with not much sleep, I could still feel the aftermath of our intimacy.

"Here you go Mrs. Benson," the man said. "Thank you for your patronage with our hotel."

Giving a slight, forced smile, I folded the receipts, stuck them in my purse and took one of the rolling suitcases from my son.

"Let's go mom," Parker said. "We'll drop the car off at the lot," he voiced, subdued.

"Thank you, baby," I stated, quietly walking towards the exit.

"There goes the incest family!" We hear from afar. "The uppity married mother fucking her 19 yr old son!" Grace and Beth, chimed in simultaneously. Quickening my steps, I found myself outside where the valet was to bring up or rental car. Looking behind me, I didn't see Parker. When I looked through the sliding glass door, I saw Parker face-to-face with both woman. Hurrying back in, already dreading the scene, I heard them bickering.

"Mind your own fucking business," I heard Parker, voice stern. "You have no right to judge."

"Parker!" I shouted as I walked back. "Honey, can we please just get going?" Looking to his left, he saw me, shivering with shame.

"Fucking your own flesh and blood," Beth again yelped, garnering looks from other guests. "And to let everyone know of your enjoyment.. Sick."

Grabbing his arm, I started pulling my son away. "Mom, stop," he said. "I'm tired of seeing you humiliated.

Seeing the defiant, hateful demeanor etched on their faces, I wouldn't quit. "Honey, please," I voiced again, a little louder. "Let's go."

Finally allowing me to take his hand and lead him to the door where our rental car was now parked thanks to the valet, we walked with a purpose.

"Make sure they don't know you're related if you decide to join the Mile High Club!"

Stopping in my tracks at that comment, I turned on my heels and, with a purpose, beelined towards Grace.

"You bitch!" I shouted, as my hand contacted her face. As the slap echoed, Grace's demeanor turned from laughter to shock.

Turning back around, I left Grace and Beth speechless. While the valet put our bags in the trunk, my son helped me into the driver seat. As I sat, his hand brushed against my nylon clad leg. Giving him a careful gaze, I just told him to get in the car. As we left the hotel, we started to head to the airport even though our flight wasn't for several hours.

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Arriving at the airport, we returned our car. With the humiliation from the debacle at the hotel behind us, I was just grateful to, soon, be heading home. This weekend, although chaotic after we'd been outed, created a discussion that Parker and I needed to have.

As soon as we made our way through customs and then check-in, we walked through the terminal hand in hand.

Getting glances from passersby, yes, I do harbor negative worries. Heck, the hotel chaos featured everything. I mean it's logical to look inquisitively when you see an older woman (43 years old, in my case), with grey streaks in her hair, and currently walking bow-legged from the numerous poundings I was given. Then, beside her, the young male who snagged a "cougar MILF". But in reality, what they didn't know, the better.

Finding a little coffee place, I pointed at it. "Honey, Mama's famished from last night," I whispered as I leaned into him. "I'm sure you worked up quite the appetite as well."

As we sat there, my son was eating a breakfast burrito and drinking a large orange juice. In front of me sat a small cup filled with green tea. A raspberry danish sat on a plate beside me awaiting its' consumption. Looking out the window, a smattering of people walked by as the airport was slowly busying.

"What happens now," Parker spoke, waking me out of my reverie.

Snapping my head toward his words, I hadn't registered his words. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. What did you say?"

"I said, what happens now?... Us," Parker repeated.

"Honey, I know where you're going with this. Bottom line is I'm married to your father. Theres no changing that," I said, as I searched his gaze. "I'll admit, I was foolish to believe our... new relationship would culminate into your admittance that you're in love with me." Reaching for his hand, I caressed it gently.

"I don't know mom," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "These last couple days, even yourself have acted differently."

Shedding an exasperated sigh, I looked away. "What do you expect from me, Parker?"

What he proceeded to say next, blew my mind. "I want a baby with you, mom."

Turning my head from the window, I just sat there staring. Speechless, I had to let his last statement register.

Unknowingly beginning to gently rake my nails over the top of his hand, I finally found words. "It's not that simple. Your father had a vasectomy. How, then, do I explain a pregnancy to your father?" Listening to my words, Parker stayed quiet. "Do you understand the social stigma we would be subject to? What you and I have, I should have never allowed."

With a sudden concern quickly appearing on his face, I raised my hand. "No. No. I'm not saying what we have will be stopping. I'm purely stating that you're 19. I'm 43. Your father believes me to be the faithful wife. If he knew of... this," gesturing between us, "He'd be absolutely crushed. A divorce would be in our immediate future."

Over the next few hours, as we sat in the airport cafe, more and more travelers began to appear. Calling my husband, now 11:15am, I informed him we were at the airport awaiting out flight 2 hours from now.

"I'll just see you two at home. Enjoy the flight and I'll have dinner waiting you both," John said, as our call finalized.

Putting my phone away, I looked at Parker. Seeing him staring off out of the window at the other planes at their respective ramps, I snuggled closer to him. Looking at the promise ring I said I'd wear during the flight, I began to rake my fingers on his neck and in his hair.

"Sweetie," I started, my mouth close to his ear. "We will make it work. Yes, our relationship has unequivocally changed during this trip. I just need you to trust me."

Taking his hand, I placed it under the coat on my lap. Moving the hemline of my dress up over my knees, I felt his hand spread my legs. Opening them a little, his hand rested on my inner thigh. Staring intently at him as he was looking out the window, I could tell we had a lot to consider.

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"Flight 2247 to Minneapolis is now pre-boarding 1st class passengers and those with special accommodations," the voice blared over the intercom.

"That's us," I said, patting Parkers' arm. Feeling his hand leave my thigh, I subtly stood, allowing my dress to fall back over my legs. As my son gathered our bags, I stood off to the side of him and quickly adjusted my pantyhose taut. Reaching into my purse, I fished out our passports and tickets as we stood in line to board. As we walked down the rampway, the anxiety I'd been feeling had dissipated. Just happy to be heading home, we could put this disaster behind us.

"There's 3A and B mom," Parker pointed out. As I took a seat, Parker put our carryons overhead us, them took his seat beside me.

"I love you, Parker," I whispered. "Thank you for.... everything," I said.

"Mom, I..." Parker tried to interject.

""Honey, no," I rebutted, putting a finger over his lips. "I loved everything we did. As humiliating as our last evening was, I wouldn't change what we did, prior."

Seeing him relax a bit. I put the large coat over my lap. Taking his hand, I guided it back to his favorite spot, my nylon clad inner thigh.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Benson." They flight attendant in charge of the 1st class passengers announced herself as others were boarding. "My name is Carol. May I offer either of you a beverage?"

Before I could speak, Parker gave me that look he always gives me when people confuse us. "Yes, I'll take a glass of Moscato and my.... son, will have a Diet Coke. " The toothy smile the flight attendant had shown, faltered slightly from my correction.

"Yes, my apology madam," She said, blushing from embarrassment. 20 minutes later and our beverages in front of us, our flight backed out of the gate. Taking off, we were officially headed home.

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An hour into the flight, as my sons hand was resting on my inner thigh, I was working on my sudoku game. Every so often, I'd feel his fingers traipsing along the gusset area of my nylons. I mean, ever since we began our sexual relationship, I'd learned quickly his fetish for the nylons I wear. I do blame myself for his fetish, as I've always worn them. I had been wearing them since I was a teenager and so I continued as such. Putting my pen down. I slipped my hand under the blanket I've since put over my lap, on top of his.

"Honey, can I ask you a question," I softly started, as I begun to rake my fingers over his hand.

"What's up, mom," he responded.

"You said you wanted to... put a baby in me, right?" Seeing him nod, I continued. "Why?

"As I said, I'm in love with you. I know I shouldn't be, but I am," He said, quietly.

"What about our family? Your dad? Steph? How would I explain that to them?" The question, genuine. Seemingly deep in thought, I could feel the tension.

Putting his fingers under my chin and staring into my eyes, my son told me in a quiet voice, "I don't care mom. If you get pregnant, so be it. I plan on pumping as many babies into you as I possibly can. The only way that doesn't happen, is if YOU end what we have." Sitting in my seat, I could only stare in disbelief.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we ask that you remain in your seats as we are preparing for arrival." Awakening me from my nap, the voice from the cockpit had captured my attention. Sitting next to me, earbuds in his ear, Parker was focused on his music. Regaining my senses, I realized his hand was still between my slighltly opened legs, resting on my pantyhose. Ever so slightly, I'd feel his fingers traipse up and down my inner thigh. Thankfulky, his coat was covering my waist as he thoughtlessly enjoy his possesions. Sitting up straight now, I had acquired his attention. Removing his earbuds, he turned his attention to me.

"Have a good nap mom?" He softly asked.

"I.. I did," I mumbled, trying to regain my senses. "You really wore me out this weekend, sweetheart," I added, a slight smile, now, on my face.

Keeping my voice low, we made small talk.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing shortly into Minneapolis- St. Paul International Airport," the flight attended stated. As our flight docked at our gate, people around us began gathering their things. After removing his hand from under my dress and his coat, I discreetly smoothed my nylons back over my waist and promptly removed his coat. As he stood to get our bags from the overhead bins, I retrieved my phone to alert John of our arrival. After sending my text, I joined Parker in the aisle as people began to deboard. Once we retrieved our other bags, my son and I proceeded to the parking garage.

"I wish this weekend lasted longer mom," Parker spoke. "I'm sorry everything imploded back there."

"Yea, well, what's done is done," I said, flatly. "All I know is, I can never show my face back there again, sweetie."

After reaching the car, I stood with him as he began placing our bags in the trunk. Once ye accomplished that task, he went to open my door on the passenger side. As I turned to move, I noticed a tent in his pants.

"Parker!" I gasped. "Oh my goodness!" Moving closer to him in a paranoid fashion, I was intent on blocking the hard-on I've grown accustomed to over the course of our new relationship.

"No one's around, mom," he pointed out, seeing a few other people absentmindedly making their paths to their own vehicles.

"Well, we can't show up at home with you on that..... state," I exclaimed, cupping his manhood.

"Well, unless it goes down on its' own, mom, I might just have get to my bedroom quickly when we do get home," he chuckled. "Or........," He added, that undeniable lust returning to his eyes.

"Parker!" I screeched, a little too loudly. "Just get us home." Shaking my head I slid into the passenger see, waiting for him to drive us home.

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15 minutes later, we were on the freeway. Seeing his him squirming ever so slightly, yet noticeably in the driver seat, I sensed his duscomfort. Surveying the area in front of us, an idea had sudden appeared at the forefront of my mind.

"Honey," I started my voice, tender, "Do you remember that overlook we went to a few weeks ago?"

"Yea, why?" He asked, trying to focus on the road in front of him.

"At exit 31, how 'bout we...... take care of this begore we get home?" My hand caressing his manhood.

"Say no more," He simply announced, his eyes never leaving the road.

10 minutes later, and after a 10 minute detour, West, he was turning off a side road that very few, if any vehicles come down, unless its' a Friday or Saturday evening. Being it only Monday, any anxiety or worry I might normally feel, was not prevalent. Finding a spot that he could back my SUV into, he parked in a way that potentially blocked the full view any vehicles that might want to travel down the road, might otherwise have.

Coming around to my door, my son opened my door. Without a word, I took his hand and he helped me out of my seat. As we walked around to the back, he was guiding me as I stood in front of me, unzipping his slacks. With tension in the midst, I has his zipper undone, and his enormity aching to achieve its' freedom.

Lifting me up, Parker sat me on the back flooring. Removing 2 of our suitcases, he bunched up the coat we'd used earlier to rest my head on. As I moved to lie back, our eyes never left the others'. Seductively taking the hemline, I moved it slowly over my waistline, thus exposing the sight my son loves. As the sheen of the nylons on my legs came to view, Parker began lowering his slacks. A quick glance down, I saw his underwear releasing the fleshy tool that would soon reacquaint itself with my tunnel. After setting my dressing over my waist, I said three words that would determine our immediate future, "Hips or hole?" I said, elegantly licking my lips.

"Hips. We're going home remember?" Parker breathlessly said.

After lowering the hosiery to my hips, I opened my legs and, instinctively, lifted my legs. "How 'bout we relieve this... inconvenience Sweetheart."

Stepping forward, Parker took hold of my ankles and placing them in a "V", he said, "Let's do that." Pushing his whole length into me, inch by inch disappeared into my sodden cunt, accepting the incestuous sledgehammer that would soon to be sluicing in and out of me.

"Fuck me," I said, sultrily. "Love your mother young man."

Not needing further instruction, Parker leaned, forward above me, planting his feet on the pavement of the road and began thrusting.

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10 minutes later.......

"CREAK! CREAK! CREAK! CREAK!"

As my son were lost in the throes of our incestuous sin, the shocks under my vehicle were straining under the assault my pussy was enduring.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Par.. Parker! Oh.. Oh God.. yes.. oh ba.. baby.. Yes!" As my eyes rolled behind my head, the animalistic nature of the fucking I was weathering, I vainly tried gripped my sons legs.

Not successful, my hands soon balled into fists, thumping the flooring of the vehicle I was lying on. "Yes!! Oh.. Parker....." As the dreariness in my demeanor plateaued, my laborious breathing was front and center. "Yes!.. Yes!.. Yes!," I yelped, feeling every plunge into my womb. Soon, the hoarseness of my voice was coming back.

Switching the position of my legs, I soon found them piinting upwards as my son leaned forward on top of me. On instinct, my hands clenched on to his shoulders, temporarily satisfying my need for an anchor.

"Fuuucckkk, mom.. god yes!" Parker shouted, through gritted teeth.

"Cum.. cum in me, Par.. Parker," I mewled, now running my wedding ring laden fingers through his hair. "Fill me," I encouraged.

Slamming forward, one.. two.. three more hard thrusts, Parker sealed our lower regions together.

"Mooooommmmmmm!" He shouted, as wave after incestuous wave exploded in me, painting my battered cervix.

"Oh baby......." I quietly said, panting heavily during the climax. Now, running my hand over his sweaty chest, he stared down at me, a mix of relief and joy plastered on his face.

With a few more thrusts, ridding himself of the last vestiges of semen, his movements ceased.

Resting above me, both hands flat on floor surface of the SUV, my son desperately fought to regain his breath.

"Ho.. holy shit, mom," He'd cordially pant, pleased with his latest conquest. As he gently removed my legs, now resting on his lower back, Parker began to pull out.

"Slowly," I softly said. "You fucked my brains out honey."

Slowly removing his rod, it left my tunnel, still semi-hard. Bouncing around, the combined juices from our latest rendezvous, glistened off his deglating penis. Reaching my hand out to him, he helped me to stand on the pavement behind the vehicle. On weary legs, I steadied myself enough to pull my nylons taut over my waist, then smoothing my dress back down. Helping me back into the vehicle, we proceeded home. The final 25 minutes of our ride, was in pleasing silence.

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Pulling into our driveway, I saw John's car. Out in the street, parked on the side, Stephanie's Honda Accord sat. Reaching gor my phone, I texted John to have him come help with the bags. Seeing the text I had sent him earlier when we landed at the airport, I noticed it hadn't been read yet. Sending another text, Parker and I started retrieving our bags from the back. Expecting someone to come outside and help us, I became impatient.

"He must be dealing with something from work, Parker," I sarcastically said. "I don't know why he hasn't answered my texts."

Quickly sending Steph a text, "Hey can you come help us with our bags. Your father isn't answering my texts."

As we walked up the porch, the blue skies were turning to dusk. As we got closer, Parker and I stopped. Frozen. we heard what could only be described as soft moans and grunting. Curious, I reached into my purse to fetch my keys. Just as I was about to insert the key into the slot, we heard, breathlessly, "Omg, Daddy! Pullout! We lost track of time! Mom and Parker just got home!"

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Chapter 9 is in the works.