Unspoken Pleasure

As I pulled my pants up, I promised, “Don’t worry Mom, you’re going to get fucked yet, and properly.”

“Promises, promises,” she teased from her knees, “your Dad used to make such promises too.”

I grabbed my cell and said, “Smile for the camera, mommy-slut.”

“How dare you call your Mother a slut?” she replied all playful, before smiling for the camera.

“You’ll always be my Mommy-slut,” I answered, pulling her up from her submissive position and giving her a careful kiss on the lips but only on the lips, not wanting to smear my recently-painted canvas.

“Promise?” she asked, with just the slightest hint of insecurity.

“Yes, I promise, Mom,” I replied. I was dying to see the look on Ellie’s face when she realized what had just occurred. “Showtime Mom, are you ready?”

“No,” Mom admitted, “but I’ll do it anyway.”

“You really are the perfect mother,” I complimented her.

“Yeah, I bet I win Mother of the Year,” she snorted.

“Well, in my eyes you’ll win that award every year,” I added.

“Thanks, baby,” Mom said, obviously nervous at what she was about to do in front of her Achilles heel Ellie.

“I’ll leave first,” I instructed. “I want to catch the look on her face.”

Mom laughed nervously. “Oh, it should be priceless.”

Timing is everything, so I instructed my Mom, “Count to ten before coming out.”

“Ok,” Mom nodded in the affirmative even as her expression screamed ‘please don’t make me do this!’

Reading her mind, I soothed her. “Don’t worry Mom, this is what you need.”

Mom’s look shifted from nervous to a trusting question, “Do you think so, Curtis?”

“I know so,” I countered, confident I was right, although still unsure what the long-term consequences of our elaborate plan might be. As the weekend progressed I’d need to keep my eyes open and make course adjustments when needed.

I opened the bathroom door and headed back to my seat.

Ellie looked up from the book she was reading while, on cue, Miranda stood up.

I surprised Ellie by sitting down beside her and giving her a grin. She returned a quizzical look just as my cum-faced Mom parted the curtain… sorry, opened the bathroom door and stepped onstage.

Miranda, I would later learn, caught Ellie’s look on her phone and it would win the Oscar for best performance of a woman in shock if there ever were such an award. Ellie’s mouth literally dropped open, her eyes couldn’t leave Mom’s face and I could see the gears in her brain spinning a million miles a second. She looked at me and saw my smug smile before returning her stare, her mouth still open, to my Mom.

Silence filled the forward cabin as Mom sat down, pretending obliviousness to the sticky son-goo all over her face. Silence continued to linger as Mom sat awkwardly, while Miranda stood forward of us near the entrance to the flight attendant station, panning back and forth from face to face to film the whole spectacular show. Ellie stared in utter disbelief and I revelled in the glory of it all.

Dana broke the silence when she walked in with a tray of snacks, oblivious to the tension, and asked, “Is anyone hungry?”

Miranda quipped, “Starving,” handing me the tray, grabbing Dana’s hand and silently leading her to the bathroom. I was as amazed as everyone else at Dana’s sudden willingness and lack of embarrassment until later on Miranda revealed to me that she and Dana were long-time friends with ‘mile-high’ benefits and that when Miranda had first stepped on the plane she’d told the stewardess to play innocent and dumb, a role she’d carried off marvellously.

Ellie watched that in stunned silence too, clearly unable to piece all these absurd moments together. The bathroom door closed and Ellie, leaning forward to look past me, finally spoke. “Alexis, you have sex with your son?”

Mom’s face went red but I spoke for her.

“Ellie, you are partially to blame for this,” I informed her, my face not triumphant, not teasing, not apologetic, not accusatory, just straight.

“What?!?” she asked, flabbergasted by such an accusation.

“Were you or were you not trying to get my Mom into bed at the Halloween party?” I asked, again not accusatory but straight.

It was her turn to go red, but only a shade. “How do you know about that?”

I shrugged, not yet revealing any of my many secrets. “Yes or no?”

“Yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to do with this,” Ellie replied annoyed at dealing with me instead of Mom.

I smiled, “Well, you had my mother very revved up that night, you know.”

She paused as if reminiscing about that night. “Yes, I thought I finally had her again.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“You almost did, but… ” I started.

“But then Ted showed up,” Ellie finished, not remotely trying to hide her bitterness.

“Did he?” I asked, my tone playful, leading the witness with a knowing grin.

“Yes, he…” Ellie began and then paused. It was only a few seconds but it happened in such sweet slow motion, it was adorable. “Oh my god, that was you?”

I shrugged. “In truth, I had no intention of doing what we ended up doing that night, I was just there to help out Mom when I learned Dad wasn’t going to make it, and she seemed so crestfallen and pissed off when she left home, but thanks to your leave-nothing-to-the-imagination harem girl outfit, plus your full assault teasing and fingering, she was so horny she was ready to do anything… or anyone… including her own son. The first thing she said to me when I arrived, and it’s been etched into my brain for the rest of my life, ‘You are soooooo lucky you showed up when you did; Ellie has me so fucking horny!'”

Ellie looked at Mom, who had remained silently blushing throughout the whole reveal. “Alexis, is all this true?”

Mom nodded, although refusing to look our way.

“So long story short, even though she’d thought I was my Dad when she said that, she soon realized that my tool was an upgrade from the one she normally employed, so nevertheless devoured me in the washroom and again after the party and she hasn’t been able to resist me ever since. Isn’t that right, Mommy-slut?”

“Yes, baby,” Mom answered, still refusing to look at us.

“I can’t believe it,” Ellie said, her stunned look Mastercard priceless.

“I also convinced her to tell me about your and my Mother’s sordid past,” I revealed.

Ellie suddenly, inexplicably, gaining a surprising confidence now that everything was out in the open affirmed, “Yes, your mother was a very good little lez slut, isn’t that right, Alexis?”

Mom nodded again.

I could feel an attempted shift in power. Trying to keep on top of the situation and remain the one controlling it, I said, “Yes, thank you for training my slut. It has been very helpful.”

Ellie countered, her smile now smug and manipulative, “So has yours.”

I recalled Mom’s warning and changed the subject, placing my hand to my ear. “I think you lost your bet.”

Ellie glanced at the bathroom door and stood up. She walked over to the door and listened before seeing it was unlocked and opening it. I couldn’t see from where I was sitting, but the moans were undeniably those of my girlfriend, as were the following words, “Care to join?”

Ellie’s face again went red, more out of anger than embarrassment, as she slammed the door and cursed, “Fuck!”