family Christmas Part 1“We can’t wait to see you all!” My mother said into the phone as she walked around the kitchen. “It will be so much fun.” She paused and looked at me for a second. An odd look crossed her face and she said into the phone, “Nah, it will be fine. Joey’s only thirteen.”My ears perked up to the mention of my name. But she looked away and continued to chat with her sister in Toledo. Aunt Mary lived there with her husband, Jake, and their three k**s. They are all girls, I think. I hadn’t seen them in nearly six years. She and my father had been planning this trip for the holidays since June. Frankly, I didn’t understand why anyone would want to go to the god-forsaken cold of Ohio in December when they could all come down here to Florida and stay with us. The whole white Christmas thing didn’t register very high on my must-do list.Mom hung up the phone and absolutely beamed with joy. “Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you…. Which you wanna hear?” She asked me.I shrugged my shoulders and grunted in a way only a teenager can. “I don’t care, whatever.”“The good news is they got nearly a foot of snow yesterday!” She paused and looked at me. “That’s the good news?”“Yep! It will be so great. family, snow, sledding! All of it.” She gave me a look that mothers are so good at giving, making me feel like an infant. “Awwww, you can even make snow-angles with your cousins!” She reached out and plucked at my cheek. “That will be so cute!”Lovely, I thought. Just what I need now, a mother that thinks I am cute and wanting to pinch my cheeks! “So, what’s the bad news then?”“Well, you’re gonna have to share a room with your cousins while we’re there.” gümüşhane escort There it was, the last act of making me feel completely like a c***d. “The two younger girls are going to team up in one room, you and Hailey get one, and your Dad and I will take the last. It will be a little cramped with all of us there, but it shouldn’t be too bad.”I let out a sigh. “Whatever.” And walked from the kitchen. There really wasn’t much I could do about it anyways. Its not like my opinion mattered in all this.*******************************I hated to admit it to myself and certainly wouldn’t admit it to my Mother, but I was excited to get on the plane itself. It was the first time I could remember being on a big plane. The big crowds at the airport were a hoot, the strangeness of people, and the weird things that I seemed to be the only one on earth to notice. There was this older couple, not as old as Mom and Dad, which were in the line to get through security just in front of us. We were all pressed in tight, pretty close as we waited for our turn at the scanners. Being a couple of days before Christmas, the line seemed to never end. And, it didn’t move very fast either. The woman kept swatting at his hand as he would casually slide it from her back down into the back of her pants and let his fingers just go inside. His eyes stayed forward seemed to be doing it almost advertantly. After two or three times of repeating this, she clearly gave up and just let his hand stay there. It really wasn’t very far down at first; I didn’t think he could have gotten too far inside the skin-tight jeans she was wearing. But, wow, was a wrong. He wiggled his hand and fingers; slowly gümüşhane escort bayan they managed to completely disappear behind the denim covering her ass. And, what an ass it was too. Tight, rounded, a little bit of a bubble to it, but enchanting to my young eyes.He paused, clearly waiting to see if she was going to stop him or forcibly remove his hand. She didn’t though. He took this as a sign to proceed. I could see his fingers slowly massaging the firm cheek. His hand clearly outlined under the denim.What she did caught me off guard. Stepping sideways and moving just a little in front of the man, her legs parted and allowed his hand much more access to her backside. He fully took advantage of this new position and up to and beyond his wrist disappeared as she sagged against him. I could see his hand massage one side of her ass then the other. I watched as her hand moved from the baggage on which it was resting and go towards the front of her pants. Obviously, she’d loosened a button or two because there was now plenty of room in back for the man to explore with his hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed it, but there wasn’t a single eye looking at them. Most of the people were in conversations about this or that holiday thing they were doing and were oblivious to these two enjoying themselves. A light gasp, barely audible from the woman jerked me back to them. My eyes were riveted as her man’s hand was clearly now between her legs. I could see the movement of his fingers inside the denim jeans. She lewdly maneuvered her ass, sticking it out just a bit more and spread her legs a bit wider. His escort gümüşhane fingers were clearly moving in and out of her. She was lost in her pleasure and he never wavered, never looked anywhere but forward. Her knees shook slightly as his hand pressed deep into her. He held it there waiting for the waves of passion to cascade over his woman. I did notice a small, wry smile come to his face as she quivered. While the intensity by have passed, they didn’t stop playing until we were almost up to the security check point. When he finally removed his hand, I caught the first smell of my life of a woman’s sex. The aroma was coming from his clearly wet, clearly sticky fingers. She gave her man a slight kiss, and whispered something in his ear as she grabbed his hand. He gave her a big smile, a knowing smile as the woman licked her juices off his fingers. Giggling, she let go of his hand and looked around to see if anyone had noticed them. She looked behind us and around us until her beautiful, blue eyes dropped down a bit and locked on mine. A brief look of horror crossed her face as she realized that I had seen everything. She glanced down, quickly and a small smile curved the edges of her lips. I did the same and then it was my turn for a moment of horror. Tenting my baggy sweatpants, I was standing in line at the airport with a raging boner.She winked at me and a turned back her attentions to her man.It wasn’t much, but it was definitely enough to be noticed. At first I just tried to ignore it as we inched closer to the security. But each time my eyes drifted to the ass of the woman who had caused this and if any life had left my short cock, it miraculously came back. I didn’t dare turn around and talk to Mom or Dad; the damn thing would poke one of them. So, I tried thinking of anything and staring off into space as we moved nearer the men in uniforms. Thankfully, it had subsided as we walked, individually through the scanners.