It was a Friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads. I parked up aside the building and stepped out of my...car happily, with wry smile, and an upbeat swing in my step. I came to a teal-colored steel door and to the right of the door was a complex hand reader. After pressing the palm of my hand against the hand reader a few red flashes appeared from it with low hums from the reader. After a few moments, the machine lit up green and beeped as the latch. We went into the little office at the Monroe County Airport and John put in his request. He picked up a little book from the person behind the counter and handed it to me."You should start keeping a log of your time in the air," he said. What? I looked through the little book. It looked almost like the mileage book my dad kept in his car. "Now let's do the walk around on the aircraft and you can read my checklist for me."And that, to my surprise, started my first flying lesson in John's yellow. I shake mom to see if she will wake, but she is passed out cold. I examine more closly, I rub my finger on her slit and then smell it. My dick is sticking straight out making a huge tent in my boxers. I push my finger into the slit and probe around all the time watching to see any movement from mom. Her pussy is wet and warm as I push my finger deeper till it is as far as it can go. I pull it out and put two fingers in and I play gently with mom's pussy. Mom is still not moving. I have never. "Thanks darling," she said walking up to me. As if we were greeting each other, we kissed on the lips. It caught us both by surprise and we smiled at each other. "Let's see how the food has turned out," she said to break the tension.We enjoyed are meal. She was telling stories of her school days and we laughed a lot. Every time we really found something funny, she would reach over and rub my hand or arm. Eventually she kept holding my hand as the candlelight and wine put her in a good mood.When.