Frustration and Delay

The next few days are uneventful. Your escapades of the prior night seem to have been unnoticed, but at the same time, no more opportunities present themselves to you and Anne. Your mother seems to be around constantly, and to sleep with the door open. As such, you are **** to satisfy yourself with what you can, and get yourself off. Your masturbation seems somewhat empty though, and you do it no more than the first time. Better, you think to yourself, to really prepare yourself for your next opportunity.

Eventually, the day arrives for your father to return home. Upon coming home from school, you hear the shower running. Remember that your sister is at her soccer game, from which you will have to later pick her up, you know that your mother must be in the shower. You sneak upstairs to try and get a peak, but the door to her bedroom (and thus the attached master bath) is locked. Disappointed, you head downstairs and watch television.

When your mother finally comes downstairs, your breath is taken away. She is wearing a black turtleneck and black slacks. The clothes hug tight against her skin from her neck down to her hips, and then the pant legs flare out slightly. The choicer areas of the chest and ass leave little to the imagination. If she is wearing a bra or panties, you can't see any lines, which means she is wearing a thong, at the most. Her hair hangs loosely about her shoulders, and she smells lightly and pleasantly of flowers.

She gazes at you for a moment, then beckons simply with a crook of her finger for you to follow her. She turns and saunters out of the room, her ass swaying pleasantly as she departs. You quickly get up to follow her. She walks over to the garage door, and stretches out, her arms high above her head, further accentuating her tits, and lifting the hem of her turtleneck, exposing her stomach. You feel like you're about to burst.

Your mother yawns cattily, then lowers her arms, straightening out the hem of her shirt, then adjusting her breasts to lie evenly inside the shirt. "Let's go," she says, then curtly walks into the garage. You want very badly to release your semen somewhere in or on her body, but you can tell that she is currently just playing with you. You follow her out into the garage, and see that she is sitting in the passenger seat. You get in, and drive to your sister's soccer game.

Watching the soccer game turns out to be even more painful. Sitting next to your mother, who occasionally "accidentally" brushes her leg or chest against you when she turns to look down the sideline, only accentuates the hot girls running up and down the field. You have to sit very carefully and somewhat awkwardly to keep your erection from being visible to anyone that bothers to look. By the time the game finishes, you have the dull ache in your cock and balls that comes from a prolonged erection.

You all hop into the car, and head out to the airport. Your mother and sister are very chatty during the drive, but at least you have the road to distract you. Arriving at the airport, you park, and go inside.

Once inside, you find out that your father's flight has been delayed. The last leg of his flight is on a small plane, so it did not have very high priority at the departing airport. After a discussion, the three of you decide that it's too long a drive to go somewhere else, and that you'll just have to kill time at the airport.

The airport is somewhat local, and not the largest one in the world, so there are very few people around. One or two people are in one of the lounges, sleeping on couches, but the baggage claim area is entirely empty. The three of you walk around the airport, and find a few places open that are serving food. You are about to sit down at a place and order, when your sister notices some public showers. Not having had a chance to clean up after her game, she says that she wants to take a quick shower before you all eat. Your mother shrugs, and tells everyone to meet back at the restaurant you stand in front of in 30 minutes. Your sister trots off towards the car to grab her gear bag. Your mother walks further down the concourse, to see what shops are open.