17-05-2024, 04:45 PM
Neema was tired of taking birth control pills every now and then. And since the last month, she had been using imported pills, that work for close to three weeks. The downside was the high metallic content in them, and that was what caused the body scanning machine to beep.
The officers exchanged a few words, secretly, in between them, immediately after Neema told her about her new pills. And, much to Neema's horror and delight of the passengers, the officers informed she will have to be checked inside the cabin.
The cabin was basically a small room, right next to the body scanner, and had a green curtain instead of a door. The officers conveniently left the curtain open, claiming it was airport policy when the search was not done by a lady officer.
They told Neema it is better if she cooperates, and don't force them to strip search her outside the cabin. She did not have a lot of options. Each time she thought about reacting, she was worried if the trip would have to be cancelled.
Neema was still right in front of the eager audience, and everybody, including Arun, continued watching as the officers started to 'search' her body. Basically, she was just being touched inappropriately, but with her silent consent.
Without wasting anymore time, after making her sit on the wooden table, they pulled down the straps of her dress, forcing her red colored, ultra thin strapless bra to be on display. The onlookers, who had been closely observing her body, were surprised to know she wore a bra.
Her bra made sure her boobs stayed well hung, and kept them firm. And one could not be blamed if he felt she looked more beautiful with a bra on her, than without one.
But the very next second, the officers lowered her bra, just sliding the cups down, and exposing her naked tits.
They had also raised the bottom part of her dress, unveiling her glorious moist cunt, and the only portion of her body that was covered was her fleshy stomach.
The officers groped and fondled Neema's boobs, claiming they were just checking if anything was hidden in between her ripe melons.
The junior officer, then, pushed in two of his rough fingers inside Neema's wet pussy, asking her how often she visits Goa. He soon made way for three fingers of his senior, who very gleefully asked Neema what her rate was.
"You look like an expensive slut. Your clients must be very very rich." Neema was being exploited, but deep inside she was loving every bit of it. She thought about the days, before she started having sex with her own son. The days she felt she should get back at her cheating husband, by sleeping with random men.
Neema was dripping already, moaning loudly, and had just ejaculated, when she heard the beep sound of the handheld metal detector.
"It is beeping more around her ass, Sir." the junior officer passed the information on to his superior.
"Sit on all fours!!" the senior officer instructed Neema, in a harsh tone, as the watching crowd cheered. Everybody would have thought about giving her a hard doggy, right there.
"How much do you charge for a night??" the senior officer asked her again, parting her ass-cheeks wide, and touching her brown ass-hole. Arun used to ask his mother the same question, when he talked dirty during sex. But here, Neema was almost taken against her will, and was being slut shamed.
"OOOhhhh!!" Neema let out a loud groan, as the metal detector disappeared inside her butt-hole, a few seconds later. She had her backdoor penetrated regularly by her young son, but this was totally unexpected, and the device was at-least three times thicker than his cock.
"Maybe we should replace the metal detector with somebody's fist. How about we call in somebody from the long list of happy passengers. They would love it." the officers sounded evil.
"How about we ask the young guy, in grey shorts, standing right in front of the line... He won't mind putting his fist inside this pricey meat." the senior officer asked Neema, pointing his fingers at Arun, unaware of his identity.
"He is my son, Sir. I am travelling with him." Neema replied, breathing heavily. She had climaxed for the third time in under five minutes, and was squirting on the table, now.
The officers had until then thought Neema was travelling alone, and they had things under control. But this was a problem, and they knew it was trouble. They quickly helped her put her clothes back in order, and declared her clean, much to the disappointment of the men watching.
"We are very sorry your mother had to be searched, Sir." the senior officer had a face that said he was willing to do anything, to keep this a secret, as he apologized to Arun.
"That is completely okay, Sir. I totally understand. And security is top priority." Arun said, leaving the officers bewildered. They were worried the mother & son were going to initiate action against them. But, only Neema and Arun knew how much they both enjoyed it.
Arun had heard Neema sneeze thrice, and he was aware of the fact that she sneezed each time she had a very intense orgasm. It was the first instance of another man, infact men, other than him and his dad, having their hands on his mother.
His mother was his lover, and he did feel a little angry and jealous to see her being felt up & used, and also given pleasure. But he was twisted enough to relish on it, and admit he enjoyed watching his mother's humiliation. This was after all a fantasy they had played out many times, during their lust filled, steamy fucking sessions.
They finally got inside the plane, but just 10 minutes after take-off, the air hostess informed Neema that the pilots wished to talk to her. And she was escorted to the cock-pit, as Arun watched clueless.
The pilots asked her if she was alright, and expressed their regret straightaway. But when Neema came out, 15 minutes later, her boobs bulged out more than before. And, her long hard nipples poked out clearly off her dress. Her shiny dark brown hair, too, seemed very messy.
"What happened inside, Ma'am?? asked the air hostess in a sleazy tone, as Neema walked back to her seat.
Arun did not have access to the exact details, but he could guess what must have happened. Neema's face looked red, and she had a shy smile on her face.
"What happened??" Arun asked his mother, looking straight at her bust. Her melons, without a bra, craved extra to be sucked.
"The pilots said they had a video of me, being searched inside the cabin." Neema quickly replied.
"And I just had to give them my bra, to make them delete it." Neema continued.
"How can you be so stupid, Mummy?? You could have said no!! There was no way they could have forced you. Maybe they did not even have the video." Arun was only pulling her leg, but Neema did not get it.
"They didnt exactly blackmail me, Arun. But I just did not want any..." Neema was trying hard to explain, when she noticed the hardness of her son's erect cock.
"I was just starting to wonder why you are so worried about your mother's modesty, today!!" Neema smirked, and bit her lips, when she realized her son had in-fact been finding satisfaction from his mother's degradation.
Neema still had white cum stuck on her thick red lips, and Arun could easily imagine how far this would have gone.
"I want to know the complete details, Mummy!!" Arun was already sure his mother had to show them her boobies, when she removed her bra. He had also confirmed she cleanly sucked their pricks. But, he wanted to know it all, for his own dirty gratification.
"And they took away my bra, but made me wear a pair of panties they gave me." Neema almost finished telling what happened inside the cock-pit.
"What?? That could be a very dirty pair, Mummy." Arun shook his head, saying she should have avoided it, but also looking over to her thighs, and checking if he can catch a glimpse of it.
"Wear the panties they give me & suck their cocks OR walk with a panty-less pussy that has their hot cum leaking out, were the options they gave me. And I really wanted to save my pussy for you. The only piece of meat going inside my mature pussy has to be you, Arun." Neema looked down at her son's extremely stiff erection.
Arun did not want to know any more. He had a clear picture of to what extent things had gone, and he was already leaking.
Not bothered about the other passengers in the flight, Neema put her hand inside Arun's shorts. She grabbed his dick first, but soon pressed his balls really hard, hurting him, with a naughty smile on her face.
Arun knew his mother loved it, when he talked about other men taking her. But, now, he was seriously thinking if she had a shameless filthy cock-monger inside her.
"By the way, Ma'am, the panties you are wearing, are mine!!" the young air hostess told Neema, while she served her food. And bending down a little too much, she further let Neema know, her red strapless bra was now over her rack.
Neema and her son, Arun's, secret honeymoon trip, seeking sensual fulfillment had only begun. They wanted to feel complete as a couple, but Neema had already been showered with affection, by at-least 4 other men.
And though in ways they never thought about, both, Neema and Arun had orgasmed more times than they expected to before they reached Goa.
By the time they had reached the resort, they booked for their stay, it was well past 7 in the evening. It was the peak season in Goa, and was very crowded.
The resort was by the beach, and comprised of a 6 storey building, as well as cottages, designed in the model of a shack. The shacks were a big hit among the young couples visiting the property, and were only meters away from the sea.
Neema & Arun, though not the traditional couple, chose to stay in one of these shacks. They really wanted to be adventurous during their honeymoon, and opted for the shacks that had no fixed doors. Only a very thin transparent fabric covered the entrance, and anybody could see through. Even the bathroom, in the side of the room, had no fixed walls.
It was as if the hotel management encouraged the guests to look inside the other rooms, and anybody who wanted to, could just stand by the non-existent door, and relish at the sight of the couple, inside, enjoying their private & intimate moments.
Arun started kissing his mother the moment they got inside their room. He could not hold back after having spent hours watching his mother's body being exploited, and thinking all about it. Neema herself was waiting to be pounced at, and had started removing her dress even before she entered the room.
By the time Arun got his shorts off, his mother had nothing on her body. Her red strapless bra, was already taken away inside the plane. And the pair of brown panties, she was forced to wear, by the pilots, was taken off by her, when she sat in the reception, itself, as Arun filled the check-in form.
Sitting in the chair, next to him, she pulled down her dirty, yet soaked, underwear. And left it on Arun's shorts, over his crotch, greatly surprising him. He was never used to this kinky side of his mother, and it was exciting him, even more.
"Do you want to keep it?? Maybe as a souvenir for everything that happened today." Neema asked Arun, in his ears.
"Wait. I will tell you. I have an idea. Put it in your handbag, now." Arun replied. He had seen his mother with other men, throughout the day, and he was okay with it, too. But, it was only now that he thought about how much his mother would have actually enjoyed it.
He was seriously wondering if her own humiliation had bought out the slutty tease hiding inside her, and this was just the beginning of greater sultry things to come. Whatever the answer was, Arun had started to wish he could see more men crave for his hot mother.
"Give it to the room-boy, as a tip." Arun told Neema, looking at the young guy, helping them with their bags.
Neema was in a hurry to undress herself, and submit herself to her son, and already had the straps of her low neck body-con dress down her shoulders. Her boobs popped out, considerably, and the young room-boy was turning around to steal a glimpse of the hot siren, throughout their 5 minute walk, from the main building to the cottage section.
She had caught him ogle at her, and though she covered her exposed hooters, in reflex, she never really wanted him to stop giving her attention. The hardness of his young cock, pushing out through his black uniform pants, clearly suggested how much the room-boy was enjoying the sight of Neema's assets.
"Wait!!" she said, as he was about to leave, keeping their bags on the small veranda, by the shack. Neema looked at Arun, one more time, and walked towards the room-boy.
Making her yellow handbag fall, on purpose, she bent down, to pick it up, revealing her irresistible deep cleavage to the stunned youngster. Neema looked straight into his eyes, for a good 5 seconds, making sure he had an unforgettable view of her.
Taking out the dirty pair of panties from her bag, she handed it to the room-boy, who gladly accepted it. It was the biggest tip he had ever received, and worth more than any amount of money, to him, then. He just couldn't wait to smell Neema, in it.
But, before he moved an inch, Neema went further closer, and took the panties back from him. Winking at him, she put her hand in his stiff pocket, touching his hard cock, with her soft hand, as she left the thin piece of fabric inside.
The officers exchanged a few words, secretly, in between them, immediately after Neema told her about her new pills. And, much to Neema's horror and delight of the passengers, the officers informed she will have to be checked inside the cabin.
The cabin was basically a small room, right next to the body scanner, and had a green curtain instead of a door. The officers conveniently left the curtain open, claiming it was airport policy when the search was not done by a lady officer.
They told Neema it is better if she cooperates, and don't force them to strip search her outside the cabin. She did not have a lot of options. Each time she thought about reacting, she was worried if the trip would have to be cancelled.
Neema was still right in front of the eager audience, and everybody, including Arun, continued watching as the officers started to 'search' her body. Basically, she was just being touched inappropriately, but with her silent consent.
Without wasting anymore time, after making her sit on the wooden table, they pulled down the straps of her dress, forcing her red colored, ultra thin strapless bra to be on display. The onlookers, who had been closely observing her body, were surprised to know she wore a bra.
Her bra made sure her boobs stayed well hung, and kept them firm. And one could not be blamed if he felt she looked more beautiful with a bra on her, than without one.
But the very next second, the officers lowered her bra, just sliding the cups down, and exposing her naked tits.
They had also raised the bottom part of her dress, unveiling her glorious moist cunt, and the only portion of her body that was covered was her fleshy stomach.
The officers groped and fondled Neema's boobs, claiming they were just checking if anything was hidden in between her ripe melons.
The junior officer, then, pushed in two of his rough fingers inside Neema's wet pussy, asking her how often she visits Goa. He soon made way for three fingers of his senior, who very gleefully asked Neema what her rate was.
"You look like an expensive slut. Your clients must be very very rich." Neema was being exploited, but deep inside she was loving every bit of it. She thought about the days, before she started having sex with her own son. The days she felt she should get back at her cheating husband, by sleeping with random men.
Neema was dripping already, moaning loudly, and had just ejaculated, when she heard the beep sound of the handheld metal detector.
"It is beeping more around her ass, Sir." the junior officer passed the information on to his superior.
"Sit on all fours!!" the senior officer instructed Neema, in a harsh tone, as the watching crowd cheered. Everybody would have thought about giving her a hard doggy, right there.
"How much do you charge for a night??" the senior officer asked her again, parting her ass-cheeks wide, and touching her brown ass-hole. Arun used to ask his mother the same question, when he talked dirty during sex. But here, Neema was almost taken against her will, and was being slut shamed.
"OOOhhhh!!" Neema let out a loud groan, as the metal detector disappeared inside her butt-hole, a few seconds later. She had her backdoor penetrated regularly by her young son, but this was totally unexpected, and the device was at-least three times thicker than his cock.
"Maybe we should replace the metal detector with somebody's fist. How about we call in somebody from the long list of happy passengers. They would love it." the officers sounded evil.
"How about we ask the young guy, in grey shorts, standing right in front of the line... He won't mind putting his fist inside this pricey meat." the senior officer asked Neema, pointing his fingers at Arun, unaware of his identity.
"He is my son, Sir. I am travelling with him." Neema replied, breathing heavily. She had climaxed for the third time in under five minutes, and was squirting on the table, now.
The officers had until then thought Neema was travelling alone, and they had things under control. But this was a problem, and they knew it was trouble. They quickly helped her put her clothes back in order, and declared her clean, much to the disappointment of the men watching.
"We are very sorry your mother had to be searched, Sir." the senior officer had a face that said he was willing to do anything, to keep this a secret, as he apologized to Arun.
"That is completely okay, Sir. I totally understand. And security is top priority." Arun said, leaving the officers bewildered. They were worried the mother & son were going to initiate action against them. But, only Neema and Arun knew how much they both enjoyed it.
Arun had heard Neema sneeze thrice, and he was aware of the fact that she sneezed each time she had a very intense orgasm. It was the first instance of another man, infact men, other than him and his dad, having their hands on his mother.
His mother was his lover, and he did feel a little angry and jealous to see her being felt up & used, and also given pleasure. But he was twisted enough to relish on it, and admit he enjoyed watching his mother's humiliation. This was after all a fantasy they had played out many times, during their lust filled, steamy fucking sessions.
They finally got inside the plane, but just 10 minutes after take-off, the air hostess informed Neema that the pilots wished to talk to her. And she was escorted to the cock-pit, as Arun watched clueless.
The pilots asked her if she was alright, and expressed their regret straightaway. But when Neema came out, 15 minutes later, her boobs bulged out more than before. And, her long hard nipples poked out clearly off her dress. Her shiny dark brown hair, too, seemed very messy.
"What happened inside, Ma'am?? asked the air hostess in a sleazy tone, as Neema walked back to her seat.
Arun did not have access to the exact details, but he could guess what must have happened. Neema's face looked red, and she had a shy smile on her face.
"What happened??" Arun asked his mother, looking straight at her bust. Her melons, without a bra, craved extra to be sucked.
"The pilots said they had a video of me, being searched inside the cabin." Neema quickly replied.
"And I just had to give them my bra, to make them delete it." Neema continued.
"How can you be so stupid, Mummy?? You could have said no!! There was no way they could have forced you. Maybe they did not even have the video." Arun was only pulling her leg, but Neema did not get it.
"They didnt exactly blackmail me, Arun. But I just did not want any..." Neema was trying hard to explain, when she noticed the hardness of her son's erect cock.
"I was just starting to wonder why you are so worried about your mother's modesty, today!!" Neema smirked, and bit her lips, when she realized her son had in-fact been finding satisfaction from his mother's degradation.
Neema still had white cum stuck on her thick red lips, and Arun could easily imagine how far this would have gone.
"I want to know the complete details, Mummy!!" Arun was already sure his mother had to show them her boobies, when she removed her bra. He had also confirmed she cleanly sucked their pricks. But, he wanted to know it all, for his own dirty gratification.
"And they took away my bra, but made me wear a pair of panties they gave me." Neema almost finished telling what happened inside the cock-pit.
"What?? That could be a very dirty pair, Mummy." Arun shook his head, saying she should have avoided it, but also looking over to her thighs, and checking if he can catch a glimpse of it.
"Wear the panties they give me & suck their cocks OR walk with a panty-less pussy that has their hot cum leaking out, were the options they gave me. And I really wanted to save my pussy for you. The only piece of meat going inside my mature pussy has to be you, Arun." Neema looked down at her son's extremely stiff erection.
Arun did not want to know any more. He had a clear picture of to what extent things had gone, and he was already leaking.
Not bothered about the other passengers in the flight, Neema put her hand inside Arun's shorts. She grabbed his dick first, but soon pressed his balls really hard, hurting him, with a naughty smile on her face.
Arun knew his mother loved it, when he talked about other men taking her. But, now, he was seriously thinking if she had a shameless filthy cock-monger inside her.
"By the way, Ma'am, the panties you are wearing, are mine!!" the young air hostess told Neema, while she served her food. And bending down a little too much, she further let Neema know, her red strapless bra was now over her rack.
Neema and her son, Arun's, secret honeymoon trip, seeking sensual fulfillment had only begun. They wanted to feel complete as a couple, but Neema had already been showered with affection, by at-least 4 other men.
And though in ways they never thought about, both, Neema and Arun had orgasmed more times than they expected to before they reached Goa.
By the time they had reached the resort, they booked for their stay, it was well past 7 in the evening. It was the peak season in Goa, and was very crowded.
The resort was by the beach, and comprised of a 6 storey building, as well as cottages, designed in the model of a shack. The shacks were a big hit among the young couples visiting the property, and were only meters away from the sea.
Neema & Arun, though not the traditional couple, chose to stay in one of these shacks. They really wanted to be adventurous during their honeymoon, and opted for the shacks that had no fixed doors. Only a very thin transparent fabric covered the entrance, and anybody could see through. Even the bathroom, in the side of the room, had no fixed walls.
It was as if the hotel management encouraged the guests to look inside the other rooms, and anybody who wanted to, could just stand by the non-existent door, and relish at the sight of the couple, inside, enjoying their private & intimate moments.
Arun started kissing his mother the moment they got inside their room. He could not hold back after having spent hours watching his mother's body being exploited, and thinking all about it. Neema herself was waiting to be pounced at, and had started removing her dress even before she entered the room.
By the time Arun got his shorts off, his mother had nothing on her body. Her red strapless bra, was already taken away inside the plane. And the pair of brown panties, she was forced to wear, by the pilots, was taken off by her, when she sat in the reception, itself, as Arun filled the check-in form.
Sitting in the chair, next to him, she pulled down her dirty, yet soaked, underwear. And left it on Arun's shorts, over his crotch, greatly surprising him. He was never used to this kinky side of his mother, and it was exciting him, even more.
"Do you want to keep it?? Maybe as a souvenir for everything that happened today." Neema asked Arun, in his ears.
"Wait. I will tell you. I have an idea. Put it in your handbag, now." Arun replied. He had seen his mother with other men, throughout the day, and he was okay with it, too. But, it was only now that he thought about how much his mother would have actually enjoyed it.
He was seriously wondering if her own humiliation had bought out the slutty tease hiding inside her, and this was just the beginning of greater sultry things to come. Whatever the answer was, Arun had started to wish he could see more men crave for his hot mother.
"Give it to the room-boy, as a tip." Arun told Neema, looking at the young guy, helping them with their bags.
Neema was in a hurry to undress herself, and submit herself to her son, and already had the straps of her low neck body-con dress down her shoulders. Her boobs popped out, considerably, and the young room-boy was turning around to steal a glimpse of the hot siren, throughout their 5 minute walk, from the main building to the cottage section.
She had caught him ogle at her, and though she covered her exposed hooters, in reflex, she never really wanted him to stop giving her attention. The hardness of his young cock, pushing out through his black uniform pants, clearly suggested how much the room-boy was enjoying the sight of Neema's assets.
"Wait!!" she said, as he was about to leave, keeping their bags on the small veranda, by the shack. Neema looked at Arun, one more time, and walked towards the room-boy.
Making her yellow handbag fall, on purpose, she bent down, to pick it up, revealing her irresistible deep cleavage to the stunned youngster. Neema looked straight into his eyes, for a good 5 seconds, making sure he had an unforgettable view of her.
Taking out the dirty pair of panties from her bag, she handed it to the room-boy, who gladly accepted it. It was the biggest tip he had ever received, and worth more than any amount of money, to him, then. He just couldn't wait to smell Neema, in it.
But, before he moved an inch, Neema went further closer, and took the panties back from him. Winking at him, she put her hand in his stiff pocket, touching his hard cock, with her soft hand, as she left the thin piece of fabric inside.
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