She was grinning at me and pinching and twisting my nipples and telling me how much fun it was to fuck over a man with me. Mother and son fucking toge...her she laughed. Just the way Mommy does it with Daddy she giggled. Hearing her laugh like that, hearing the pure wickedness and the pure delight of Mommy cruel laugh worked me up into a frenzy of sex crazed need. I raped that guy’s throat hard than I’d even fucked a boy’s mouth before. Mostly I did it for Mommy. But some of it was for me. I may. I just hoped it won’t be some old, gassy Indian Uncle. No offence, but Indians tend to fart on flights a lot, and I hate it.But my luck was about to change. Along came this 6 foot tall, lean Englishman. He was adorable. I gave him a broad smile and he nodded back. It was an 8 hour long flight, and I really hoped he would talk to me.He sat down next to me, took out his Bose headphones and started watching something. Disappointed, I looked out over the wing as we prepared to take off. 20 minutes. I was in complete shock and couldn't move an inch. After a while I relaxed and mums legs opened slightly as she slept. My hand slowly moved between her legs and onto her pussy. My mum started to moan and gently grind her hips. She was definitely still sleeping because she was gently snoring. Growing up me and my sister had experimented a lot together and with my cousin and some other friends in the neighborhood. I had touched and licked pussy many times (my sister, cousin and some other friends. We were canvassing in a good neighborhood with large lots, some pools, nice groomed hedges. I was dressed for the hot weather. Our dress code is conservative, but a sleeveless top over slacks is fine, and nobody does a bra check (I mean, sure my manager checks me out but he never says boo).This was my fifth stop, maybe 4:30 in the afternoon. We work in teams of two for safety, on opposite sides of a street, but you can't always stay in sync and my partner of the day was several houses ahead on.