Chapter 2

(Tip: This chapter has green ingredients, specifically after getting on the taxi!)

After getting off the plane, I kept a mentally retarded smile on the way to the transfer area (this is what my mother told me later). I thought to myself, maybe this holiday is more exciting than winning the Mark Six lottery!

It took us over half an hour to pass the customs and another 15 minutes to reach the conveyor belt A-3, and the screen shows that it will bring our luggage over from the plane.

Unfortunately, there have been two aircraft unloading their luggage in front of us, using the same conveyor belt, which can only mean waiting.

After standing among hundreds of passengers for about ten minutes, my mother became impatient; when our eyes met, she signaled me to meet her and stay away from the crowd.

She said something in her father's ear, kissed him on the cheek, and squeezed past a large group of people.

I also slipped out of the line and watched my mother disappear behind a huge cement pillar, just about 50 meters away from the crowd.

As soon as I approached her from behind, she turned and threw herself into my arms, pressed herself on me, pressed my back on the pillar, and whispered: Hurry, kiss me!

I hurriedly kissed her cheek, and my mother was a little disappointed. She looked at me expectantly and said: Don't do this, use your tongue... Let's have a kiss.

I looked at her and said: No!

My mother was stunned. She pushed me away, took a step back, crossed her hands under her plump breasts, as if she was reminding how her breasts served me just now.

What, your conscience suddenly discovered?Where is your moral compass when you stuff your cock into my vagina, into my throat, and stimulate me with your cum?

Not that... Actually, I really want to stuff it back now!

Then why don’t you kiss me?Do you think my mouth is dirty now?Is this what it means to pull out your dick and leave?

Me, hey, it’s not that I don’t want to be intimate with you, mom… you’re not my girlfriend, you’re just… I stuttered, it just took a little too long to complete my sentence.

Just what?She snapped, looking at me annoyed.

I couldn't believe what I was saying, even when these words came out of my mouth: What do you think you are?Aren’t you just a slut who deserves fucking?

She put her hand on my chest and pushed me away, shocked and angry at what I just said, and said: Glad we clarified this!She walked towards a plastic bench and sat down, crossed her arms, a little pouted.

Thinking that if she was really angry with my words, she would return to my father, I decided to verify my hypothesis; I put my hands in my pants pockets, and my movements were obviously holding my crotch.

My mother glanced at me, lowered her head instinctively, and shifted her gaze almost immediately, but for the next minute or so, she looked at my crotch five or six times.

Slowly, I could see her attitude improve.

The next time we had eye contact, I whispered to the bathroom next to me.

She laughed at me and said: Go find your girlfriend Ah, see what I do!

I walked slowly towards her, sat next to her, trying to stimulate her like on a plane, saying flirtatious sluts in her ear to stimulate her, so I whispered in her ear: Don't do this, I know you're not really angry with me... I can see that you're bored, I know you're a cheating old incest slut... So stop talking nonsense, let's have sex!

Hearing me say let's have sex, my mother trembled for a moment, turned to me, still pretending to be angry, but I could see the suppressed joy in her eyes, she smiled and said: Get out, you little male dog in heat!

In order to test how much she can tolerate, I added: By the way, I want you to break off your relationship with your dad!

I can't do it!She stood up quickly and said angrily.

What I mean is not to let you get divorced. I mean, I want to monopolize your body, of course you can do it. When Dad looks for you, just say no and close your legs!

Not that simple...

So you can't do it?Then I won't fuck you anymore.

She looked at me for a few seconds, then shook her head, took a deep breath and looked at the direction of her father in the distance, and whispered: It's over, I can't even believe that I'm thinking about this, when will I become such a person?

When I heard her say these words, I knew she was shaken. All I had to do now was to give her some motivation. I looked at her and said softly: I want you...now!

I stood up and knew that if she followed me now, I could do whatever I wanted; but I was a little hesitant in my heart, would my mother follow me?

When I was almost twenty meters away, my mother got up and started following me.

I won!

I walked through the first group of bathrooms with a smile as they were too crowded and then walked to the more desolate place of the airport where there was no one in the toilets.

I opened the door of the men's bathroom and let my mother walk in front of me.

We walked into a compartment and I locked the door; my mother didn't waste time, so she bent down, pulled down her panties, turned her back to me, supported her hands on the wall, and raised her butt and twisted her waist provocatively.

Her body trembled with desire and her breathing became more and more rapid as she longed for my cock.

Amused by her obedience under her hunger, I took out my guy, nourished my glans with the wetness of my mother's vagina, and then inserted it into my mother's lower body without much effort. I controlled the rhythm and decided not to let her taste the sweetness immediately. I began to fuck her slowly, using my thick penis to make long and deep movements.

After a few minutes of fucking like this, my mother became very excited; she turned around and moaned and said: Fuck me quickly, and Ah, let’s talk about it... why don’t you kiss me!

Because you are just an old slut who deserves fucking!I snorted.

Oh, you bastard, um... well... OK, I'm the old slut who deserves fucking, I'm your old slut.Mom booed as she began to twitch.

Do you still have sex with your dad?Let him fuck you like me?I asked, driving my dick deeper.

No...baby, yes...I will listen to you...I will do whatever you want me to do, don't give up on me!Hurry up!Mom said breathlessly, her legs trembling, ready to climax again.

I was satisfied with myself and the achievements I had achieved, fucking her at a solid and powerful rhythm as long as possible, making her moan and gasp like a bitch in heat.

When I felt like I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out and sprayed my fresh semen on her ass; just as I leaned against the wall to take a breath, my mother turned around and squatted down tremblingly.

Without any hesitation, she opened her mouth panting, swallowed my semi-hard cock, tasted the smell of her own love juice and my semen, and looked up at me from time to time, waiting for me to praise her, or say some lewd and vulgar words to contaminate and stimulate her.

But goodbye, I don’t want to do it again. Instead of arousing my father’s alertness, I felt that my body could not withstand my mother’s counterattack, so I remained silent and did not look at her coldly.

After she licked my cock completely, we reorganized our clothes and returned to the arrival area where Dad was still waiting for our luggage and indulged in his own mobile game.

Mom was even a little angry because Dad didn't seem to notice that we had been away for a long time.

Since the conveyor belt didn't seem to be making any progress, we decided to go to the nearby bar to have something to drink instead of standing there.

At this time, my father took out his cell phone and started talking about the various activities mentioned in the apartment building, the beach and the brochures; especially the local museums were particularly interested in him. I was bored and tried hard to resist yawning. At this time, I saw my mother yawning, and we smiled knowingly, while my father was still introducing what was in the museum.

While we continued to wait for our luggage at the bar, we also hurriedly ate something... For a moment, we seemed to have become an ordinary family again, just like thousands of families passing by the same airport.

Suddenly, there was an active and commotion coming from the conveyor belt, and when Dad went to check it out, I noticed that Mom was sucking the iced lemon tea with her pink straw frantically.

She noticed my sight and started playing with straws with a smile, making various suggestive and recognizable gestures with her hands and mouth!

I jokingly shook my head and disagreed.

What?She asked with a smile.

You old slut who deserves fucking!!!I said slowly with my mouth in my voice, and my mother obviously understood it.

She was surprised by my words, but at the same time she found it interesting. She smiled and looked around, then came up to me and whispered: I know, I don’t know why, but since I was sitting next to you on the plane, I felt hot and anxious…I just wanted to be a slut and a prostitute all the time!

OK, my mom actually wants to be a slut and a prostitute!I smiled.

Don't say it out Ah... She said, and she jokingly patted my arm.

A useless incest and cheating prostitute!I whispered.

Her facial expression changed from joking to seriousness in three seconds, and she said: Stop talking...you made me wet.

A few seconds later, Dad returned to the table and announced that our luggage had arrived... We got up, packed our luggage, and walked out of the airport.

Whenever my dad wasn't watching, I openly stared at my mom's obscene tits, and we exchanged evil smiles several times.

My father called a taxi. When the driver put our luggage into the trunk, my mother and I sat in the back seat. My father was sitting next to the driver and in the passenger seat in front of my mother, so that he could not see my mother.

I looked at my mother, watching her lean over deliberately, revealing her white and soft breasts from her dress, hanging loosely in her summer clothes imaginatively. She smiled and pushed her skirt a little bit so that I could stare blankly at the dry vaginal juice on the inside of her legs.

When my dad was talking to the driver, I approached my mom and whispered: Let's see what kind of slut you can become!

She looked at me for a few seconds, then took out one breast effortlessly, pressed it against the outside of her dress, and waited patiently for the driver to look at the rearview mirror... Sure enough, a few seconds later, the driver noticed my mother's reward and turned around several times to confirm that his eyes did not deceive him.

Mom smiled at him like a slut, pinching her naked nipples with her thumb and middle finger, and gently turning to seduce him.

Soon, the driver spent more time looking at the rearview mirror than he spent looking at the road or listening to his father talking, which scared me, but fortunately there were not many cars on the road.

A few minutes later, my mother took out another breast and stared out the window, acting casually…even when I put my hand on her nipples and swayed up and down in a derogatory way, she just continued to stare out the window, biting her lips greedily, and making a soft whimper in her mouth.

This lasted for a few minutes...

Mom then slid off her seat like a slut lifting her skirt and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to the driver, who now glances back every few seconds, staring at her almost completely exposed body.

My father was unaware of all this, immersed himself in books, roadmaps and booklets, and asked questions occasionally, and he was more of a self-questioning question, not caring about what I answered... Whether this question was aimed at me, my mother or the driver, the answer was always unmotivated because the three of us had better things to do!

I could feel my cock bulging as I watched my mother put one hand between her legs and perform a live sex show for me and the driver, stroking herself in front of us as if she had already made up for being a prostitute.

About five minutes later, I noticed a gas station on the right side of the road, and I said to the driver in English: Sir, can you stop here for a while? I need to buy some batteries for my camera!

The driver quickly changed lanes and parked next to a large delivery truck, separating us from the others in the parking lot and the shop.

Dad, can you go with me? I have no money.I said, blinking at my mother. When she realized that I was going to leave her alone in the car and was alone with the taxi driver she had been stimulating for the past ten minutes, she obviously predicted what might happen, and was suddenly a little panicked. She begged to reach out and pull me, but I threw it away. I motioned her not to say anything. She drew her thumb in the direction of the driver, shook her head gently, but I snorted coldly and told her with my mouth.

Stay still and don't move.

let's go.Dad grabbed his wallet and got out of the car.

Mom quickly slid back into her original sitting position and reorganized her clothes to cover her nipples and pussy, which was done almost in a flash, just the time!

Dad knocked on her window and asked if she needed anything.

no thanks.She replied with her head down.

My father turned around and walked away from the car, waiting for me a few meters away from the car.

Before getting off the car, I put my hand on my mother's cleavage, grabbed the fabric, and cruelly tore her skirt in half from the top, revealing her breasts and belly, and deliberately yelled in English: This is what the prostitute should look like now!

Before she had the chance to react, I jumped out of the car and left her alone with the lustful driver.

My dad and I walked side by side until we got to the other side of the truck and said: Wait a minute, forget my camera...come back soon.

I ran back to the car, opened my mother's door, and found that the driver had taken out his cock. He really thought that my mother was the prostitute, and when we were away, he wanted to rape my mother, and he grabbed what was left of her clothes, tore it off her, and pushed her panties to her knees. Mom pushed the driver's hand away and silently expressed resistance, so fast and so cruel, they were tugging silently, exposing her almost completely naked body, which made the driver even more excited.

My mother asked me for help with her eyes, but I continued to ignore her...I grabbed the camera next to her, closed the car door, and quickly returned to my father's side, and walked to the store with him.

I stayed there for a few minutes, pretending to be looking for the battery and wondering what the driver wanted to do to mom, while dad was browsing some local tour manuals.

I slipped out of the store and hurried back to the car. My mother had rolled down the window... I leaned over and saw the driver kneeling in the back seat, sitting next to my mother. My mother was helping the driver with a chance to masturbate, letting one hand on his nipples and the other hand between my mother's legs, and whispering something in the driver's ear.

The driver squinted his eyes, his face full of relaxed expressions...

He masturbated wildly, moaning, right in front of me, he ejaculated long and thick cum on his mother's thighs, abdomen and nipples.

It was so irritating to see my mom being sprayed like that, so I quietly took out my hardened cock and rubbed it up and down... Not sure what my next step would be.

The driver got out of the car, looked at me, and asked me in surprise in English: Do you want it too?

But my boss will be back soon.This is the prostitute he called.I replied.

He smiled with a understanding and said: Bosses are all stingy, I will deal with it... You go, you go.He pointed seductively at the car and hurried to the store, without a doubt he was going to let my dad leave the car for a few more minutes.

Without hesitation, I placed my hard cock on the rolling window, through the window, pistoling frantically, longing for another release.

Mom looked at me and wiped the driver's semen off her skin with a wet tissue, while looking at my dick and said: So, that's how you treat you... Just a prostitute, letting men play with me one by one?

Cool!Sticking your face out the window, slut!I snorted.

My mother reached out to help me, but I asked her to sit down and just rub her breasts. This time I want to do it myself. You put your face over and I want to ejaculate on your face.So my mother obediently stuck her head out of the window, looked at me with her face raised, sighed, and closed her eyes. My cock was only a few centimeters away from her forehead...

I kept masturbating, she kept playing with herself until I cumed on her face...There weren't many, but I aimed it - shot it between my mother's eyes, forming a small ball that slipped into her left eye.

My mother pressed her eyes and found the position of my cock based on her sense of smell. She licked my sensitive head for a few seconds. Until she got my eye contact with me, she curled up and got out of the car with her hands, squatted behind the car, wiped off all the semen with her remaining clothes.

I helped her open the suitcase and took out another summer suit from the suitcase to replace the torn one. I hesitated for a while if I wanted my mother to wear underwear, but finally decided not to give her new underwear. The one with semen must be more fun. While my mother was waiting to look at me, I still closed the suitcase with a slam.

My mother had to continue squatting, changed her clothes awkwardly, and asked me to get her a makeup box to make up for her. When she was still putting on makeup, the driver came back with a whistle, blinked at me, and competed behind her, meaning that my boss, my father, was back, and then my father followed and shouted at me excitedly.

Check out this, we have free pizza and soda...the taxi driver and the guy running this gas station are cousins, you and I think the trip was amazing!Dad said.

You all can eat and drink here...I'll wait, no extra charge.The driver smiled at me.

When my dad asked me about the battery, I said they didn’t have the right battery and I would buy it in the future.

Mom, dad and I stood under the shade of the roadside, leaning against the trees, eating and drinking our free food, while chatting about life in the Philippines with the driver, especially as a taxi driver’s daily life.

Dad, not a talkative person, but he ate very quickly. He finished eating first and said: I want to pee... and walked to the nearby bathroom.

As the driver continued to talk about the interesting things that happened on one of his rides, I reached under my mother's skirt and scratched her wet pussy. My sudden move scared the driver.

Mom looked at me and turned her head, while she continued to eat her strawberry yogurt, and the driver quickly lost interest in sharing his own riding story with us, just staring at us without realizing that he was talking about how he was riding a rented cow on a roadside bike to avoid a tree that popped up.

When I heard my dad come back, I quickly pulled my hand back.

It turned out that this was a waste of time, because he didn't even look at us. He walked straight past us, walked to the taxi, stopped to browse his backpack in the passenger seat, took out a map, opened it on the hood of the cab, studied it carefully, and was still muttering.

Realizing that Dad wouldn't be back in the next few minutes, I signaled the driver to get closer, hold his hand, and place it under my mom's skirt.

When she put the last spoonful of strawberry yogurt into her mouth, she spread her legs wider, making him more accessible!

I can't believe she has become a complete slut!In extreme excitement, the driver immediately tried to stuff two fingers into his mother's vagina, which made her retreat...

Be gentle, good person!I'll do it.She whispered in English, and she took his hand, stepped on a short branch next to her, then pulled his fingers toward her entrance, saying: Be gentle, okay?

The driver couldn't believe his luck. He nodded like a fool and slowly inserted his hand into my mother's body. It was obvious that it required all his restraint to not stuff his entire hand in.

Once his fingers gently penetrated her lower body and reached a place where he and my mom felt comfortable, mom relaxed a little, opened her soda, took a sip, and endured the taxi driver slowly fucking her with his fingers...

Well, I want to play with him for a while, and you can go around and help us watch. Is it OK?My mother looked at me teasingly, as if she wanted to make me jealous. I smiled and felt that I could not indulge my mother's childishness, so I agreed.

OK, I will keep the wind for you, but don’t let him fuck you, be careful not to get sick.I said.

My mother looked at me in surprise and was about to say something, but the driver's finger movements might have become heavier. My mother frowned and screamed softly, then quickly covered her mouth, and slapped the driver's shoulder with her other hand. I walked away at this time and gave them some privacy.

I walked up to my father and asked: So, do you know where we are now?

As I let him focus on his maps and booklets, I glanced at my mom and the driver as much as possible… As he continued to fuck her with his fingers, mom casually sipped her soda with one hand, pulled his pants away with the other, pulled out his dark cock and played with it, making it thick and hard.

A few minutes later, I saw my mother squatting down, put the driver's dick in her mouth, and sucking it!

My mother looked at me teasingly, hoping that I would be angry or come over to stop her, but I continued to smile. My mother was a little angry, so she spit out the driver's black cock and said something to him. So when she continued to stuff the driver's cock into her mouth, the driver helped her move into the grass behind the tree, blocking my dad's and I.

Although blocked from us and the rest of the parking lot, any car passing by on the road was clearly seen by Mom kneeling in front of our taxi driver… Several cars even slowed down or honked their horns as they passed.

I was curious about what dirty things my mom was doing now, so over the next few minutes I slowly moved my position while maintaining a conversation with my dad until I saw my mom and the taxi driver clearly again.

Mom completely forgot what I said to her, she was struggling to stand, bent down completely, wrapped her ankles, and raised her ass high, the driver inserted his cock into her vagina, slowly but deeply pushing her… My cock was hard all of a sudden, almost through my shorts because I saw her in this very lewd and submissive position.

When another passing car whistled and the people in the car waved and cheered, Dad looked up for a second and waved happily, completely ignoring that he forgot that they were cheering for the taxi driver who fucked his wife... I quickly used some stupid questions to lead Dad back to his map and booklet, and at the same time I continued to glance at my mother whenever I had the chance, and they gradually moved to the depths of the grass, so that they could avoid being seen by vehicles on the road and reduce traffic risks.

I thought that what my mother said was true. She had a lewd heart since a long time ago, working day after day, taking care of my father and I, and playing a working woman in front of colleagues, family and friends, a competent wife, a gentle wife, a careful mother, and a reserved best friend. These illusions must have put a lot of pressure on my mother, and she endured it too tired.

Since my mother was fucked by me on the plane, her inner self was like a violent prisoner who had escaped from prison. She began to release her desires unscrupulously. Now she ignored what I said and volunteered to let the driver fuck her. On the one hand, it was a revenge on me, and on the other hand, it was a revenge on her before.

Mom seemed to have no reservations about her behavior; in fact, the more she was, the more she seemed to be happy... I couldn't believe how hungry I was, just watching her beating by our taxi driver, less than five meters away from Dad, and nothing but the trunk.

Suddenly, the driver snorted, moaned in Filipino, pulled his cock out of his mother's vagina, and squirted it wildly at her back.

The driver gasped and pulled up his pants, mom stood up straight, pulling down her skirt, trying to look decent and elegant again.

The driver walked past me, blinked, and started talking to dad, and when I walked towards mom, he exchanged positions with me...

You are so fucking despicable, let strangers fuck you!I whispered, smiling at her.

My mother deliberately did not look at me. She sneered and put her hair together with her hands, saying: Isn’t this exactly what you want me to become!Besides, he is not a stranger, his name is Jose.

I replied with a smile: Fuck, you have made friends, so... Damn, I want it too?

Mom: OK, if you don’t mind the mess below me... Come on.When she bent down again, she lifted her skirt and grabbed her ankle.

Oh mom!I whispered, because I can't believe that I created a whore.

I quickly unzipped the zipper, grabbed her ass with both hands, and stuffed my cock into her slippery vagina.

This time it was too slippery inside, and my cock almost slid out of the hole. My mother even made a soft laugh and asked me if I could do it.

This made me very excited. I thrust her hard. My mother was almost unsteady when she was hit by me. She was half complaining and half excitedly saying things that the driver Jose was better than me and made her more comfortable. But after realizing that my movements slowed down, my mother was worried that her words would make me angry, so she asked me softly if I was unhappy?

If you said no, I wouldn't let him touch me. When I was fucked by him, all I thought of in my mind was you, you bastard, AhAhAhAh, stop, be gentle, be gentle, I'm going to fall.

Finally, I felt my climax approaching, so I quickly pulled it out and shot a small amount of semen into the grass. My mother hummed and slowly stood up straight, looking tired, her hands tremblingly stretched towards my penis, bent down to lick my cock clean again, but I helped her up.

Mom, I love you.

My mother looked at me in surprise, leaning on me like a little girl, her soft breasts rubbing against me.

I love you too, baby, I am willing to be your woman, your slut, no matter what you ask me to do, mom just wants to make you happy.

We hugged this for a few minutes until both of us slowly recovered our strength. We adjusted our clothes and slowly walked towards the front of the car to make a round with our dad and the driver Jose. The four of us talked about shopping nearby for a few minutes, and then continued to take a taxi to the apartment we booked.