A Trip Gone Wrong – CH 1 [MF][MILF][Non-con][Humiliation][Reluctance][Voyeurism][Exhibitionism][Blackmail]

**CHAPTER ONE – SECURITY**

Come on… Move it! Airline travelling is such a pain in the ass. I wish that I could just skip all the queues and just get going already. Everyone else in the airport security lines are frustrated and impatient enough already.

Though, I should still be thankful for getting this chance for a trip to the Toki Islands, all of my classmates were so fucking jealous of my mom’s ridiculous luck to win a free one-week trip in a lucky draw. It will be really sunny there, and I can’t wait to try out all the beach activities there and relax and unwind in a sandy beach filled with white pearly sand, coconut trees, girls in scantily clad bikinis…

I awakened from my daydream as I see the line moved forward again. Stepping forward, I observed that the security checkpoint is more backed up that I thought it would be. Still, thanks to us arriving at the airport early, there is still ample time to spare. I continued to stare at the activity ahead at the security checkpoint. There was a couple of times where the detector went off and the uniform-clad security agents had them stand aside for further inspection. They waved a detector wand over their bodies routinely like zombies repeating a similar action over and over with a vacant expression on their face.

Soon, it was our turn to go through the security checkpoint. I removed my shoes, wallet, belt, cell phone, and Nintendo Switch into a grey bin. I looked behind to see my mom, take off her heels, jewellery and purse and put them into the same grey bin.

They should just fucking let us go already. We don’t look anything close to a terrorist at all. I am 15 this year, and my mom is a little over 30, typical white American citizens without a single foreign accent. Nothing flashy or attention grabbing, just your average middle class divorced single mother and son.

We’re both good looking. Kind of. I am pretty average though, crisp short brown hair, average looks and build. Overall, as average as it can get. Even my name is average sounding being a simple Adam that probably millions of others also share. I wore a navy blue hoodie over a plain white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, typical teenage fashion.

And mom, well. She is mom. As normal as it can get.

At the corner of my eye, I noticed a middle aged security agent with that total “creepy uncle” type look. He is in uniform and on his name tag, the name “Morrison” could be seen. I looked over to see that he is blatantly staring at my mom, his eyes moving all over her body, and most of all, lingering at certain intimate areas. I thought to myself, “Although mom is beautiful, still, she isn’t model tier attractive right?” Though I concede she may be more beautiful than average among other ladies in her age group but not too attention grabbing I think? Like that wholesome, beautiful but not drop dead gorgeous teacher of mine. Long and slightly wavy caramel blonde hair down to her shoulders, round and large hazel coloured eyes, thick and generous lips, about five foot and five inches, and a figure which still can be considered to be in her prime. While not model tier, her long legs are better than average I guess and her hips are what best described as “child bearing” with me as physical evidence.

I noticed that the security agent continuing to stare at my mom’s plentiful C cup breasts. I noted that since that she is wearing a white coloured blouse made of thin material, the seedy security guard can see the outlines of her maroon coloured bra, eyeing it as though he is mentally removing each article of clothing and exposing what’s underneath. “Creep” I muttered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow which seem to signal “Nothing you can do about it” as I trudged on past the metal detector.

Just as I was about to collect my belongings from the grey bin, I heard the alarm sound from the detector behind me. I turned around and saw mom frozen in surprise.

The seedy looking security agent with the name “Morrison” on his name tag approached my mom. “Please step aside for a routine inspection,” he ordered her. My mom nervously obeyed and stepped over to the right side of the security line where Morrison was waiting. I retrieved my belongings from the grey bins and similarly step aside to wait for my mom to be released.

“Raise your arms up to your sides,” Morrison ordered. My mother complied and lifted her arms into a t-shaped pose as an intimidating looking security guard approached and stood by the side as well.

I stared at mom in concern as the seedy looking security agent waved the wand methodically up and down both of my mom’s sides, from her knees to her armpits. Then, he moved behind her and proceeded to run it starting right at her calves and then brought it up closely to her body. In fact, it was too close as I stared in shock as the hem of her skirt got caught on the wand and was lifted up briefly as the audience watching got an eyeful of her glaringly pale and fleshy thighs and maybe even a little of something special deeper in between those thighs. The action made my mom jerked and yelled in surprise and bring her arms down to smoothen down the skirt.

She glared in disbelief at the seedy security guard as Morrison sternly ordered “arms up”. Mom seemed brushed it off as an accident despite feeling devastatingly humiliated in front of the huge crowd that is the airport security line. Raising her arms again, Morrison continued to move on to inspect the front as he waved the wand up. Still as closely as it was before, the wand brushed against mom’s lower belly right above her nether regions which further reddened my mom’s cheek with frustration and embarrassment.

As the seedy looking guard waved his wand over her chest, the previously silent wand made a beeping noise. Morrison continued to wave his wand in a circle motion around her breast, between and under it after discovering the source of the security violation.

“Is it an underwire bra, ma’am?” Morrison asked with a loud authoritative tone that is easily heard by those around us. Mom stared at the seedy looking guard in shock of the numerous boundary and privacy violations today as she embarrassingly answered, “I-I think? Uh… yes.”

Meanwhile, I stared at mom and the security agent in shock from the insensitive questioning of such a personal and private question out loud.

“Are you guys following protocol?” I nervously asked the intimidating looking security guard next to me. The security guard didn’t even look at me as he replied, “Just doing our job”.

The seedy guard continue to run the wand around mom’s breasts even more, this time making plain contact with her surface of her blouse and breasts. Her nipples seem to protrude lightly through the bra and the thin fabric the blouse is made of as a result of the seedy security agent running the wand over, below, between and at once brushing on the protruding nipples itself. He even prodded mom’s breasts with his wand once which made the breasts jiggled. Mom looked at me with a pleading look on her face as if to tell me “please don’t look!” I could only watch as I find myself immobile and paralyzed with incredulity.

Morrison finished his wand inspection as he smirked deviously to the intimidating guard next to him. Morrison proceeded to perform a physical pat down. He ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, borderline groping her shapely waist and the sides of her ample breasts. Mom let out a gasp and her arms seem to dip briefly as if intending to shove the intrusive hands away but she held herself back. As if remembering the stern and threatening voice ordering her to keep her arms up, she trembled as it led to a mental and physical impasse.

As I see mom continuously being harassed, I feel powerless and ashamed. Ashamed that I kept my mouth shut. Ashamed that I was intimidated by the imposing security guards around me. I looked around as I see other passengers who are still in line or have already passed through security all staring at mom being humiliated. Staring at me for not doing anything.

The seedy looking agent then started moving his dirty hands to the front. Cupping my mother’s breasts with his hands under the bra, he moved them up and down as though he is weighing them. He lifted them up again slightly as her two heavy looking jugs jiggled slightly.

“H-Hey..” I wanted to interrupt as I felt that it has crossed a line. But my words stopped as I noticing the guards staring at me with an intimidating “do you want trouble?” look.

I hesitated for a second before gathering my guts and asked “C-can you get a f-female guard to do that?”

“She’s on break.” The guard impatiently replied. Morrison is now moving his hands along her waist now. His fingers, running along her waistline as he gradually approached her lower back, barely stopping above her perky wide buttocks.

I stretch out my arm as I tried to tell the guard to stop, “Can you sto-”

The guard beside me stepped forward, blocking me as he said “Don’t stop us from doing our job.”

I stared at the guard as the guard menacingly stared back. Meanwhile, Morrison began patting down mom’s lower body including running his hands over her vulnerable belly, seemingly caressing it briefly as he moved on to the sides of her thighs and her shapely ass. He then gave my mom’s ass a few pats. His palms and outstretched fingers threaded the boundary of plain groping as I stared in distress.

“That’s enough…” I weakly protested.

Ignoring my comments, the seedy security agent gave her one more pat before announcing to the other guard, “Alright, bring her in.” The guard looked at me, and then with an evil grin he smiled at my mom.

“Where is my mom going?” I nervously asked.

“No worries, it’s for a stripsearch.” He casually announced for all to hear.

The guard proceeded to grab my mother by her arm as he firmly escorted or rather, dragged her along. She looked at me with her mouth gaping like a fish out of a water as I stared at her, mouth gaping too. She stammered and failed to say anything intelligible as the guard dragged her away.

I was rooted to the ground in shock. “A s-strip search?!” A guard went to the bin and took my mother’s belongings like her purse, jewellery and heels. Looking at the backs of the departing guards, I ran and caught up to them and nervously asked, “w-who’s doing the search?”

The guard looked ahead, and answered “Hah, you’re lucky, there’s Valerie. She will be the one to search your mom.” As tall as the other guards around, Valerie was unlike most women with her imposing height and broad shoulders. The uniform only served to enforce her image as a tough, no nonsense kind of person. She would’ve been mistaken for a man if it weren’t for her bust and long blonde hair in a ponytail.

We did not walk far before we arrived in a hallway with an indentation and curtained partitions around that is similar to that of a hospital ward.

Valerie led my mother in through the entrance. My mother gave me one last terrified look before the curtains were promptly pulled shut. Still, not sure if it was the flimsy material of the curtains or the guard’s devious intentions, the curtain wasn’t fully shut. There was a 3 inch gap where I could see through into the room. There was a table at one side of the room where the guards placed my mother’s belongings on it. The two guards stood right next to the entrance, witnessing the entire procedure.

“Are you even allowed to be here?” I protested against their presence to what will most likely happen next. The two guards looked at me in contempt as one said “Kid, we go anywhere we want here.” The other guard continued and added “and if you don’t shut up the only place you’re going is the lockup room!”.

Their attention was then drawn away as I heard muffled voices while Valerie’s lips moved. Soon, I saw my mom starting to unbutton her blouse, I averted my eyes knowing what comes next. But with every second I try not to look, the nagging feeling of curiosity and worry coursed through my mind. Dominating my thoughts with tempting notions to watch.

This is for making sure that they do not hurt mom, I tell myself. But deep down, I know that this is just a lousy excuse for what I am about to do. I peeked into the gap and saw my mother handing over her blouse to the guard. My jaw slacked as my eyes were locked onto a scene that I will never forget as it burned into my eyes. My mom, wearing only a skirt and a maroon coloured bra, half naked in front of an audience.

With trembling hands, she began to unzip her skirt slowly with great reluctance. She had to wiggle it off her wide hips a bit, prompting a series of whispers among the two spectating male guards. My mom lowered her head as if not wanting to know what they were whispering amongst themselves and quickly handed over her skirt to get this ordeal over with.

I broke out of my stupor from watching mom in her underwear as I looked around to see if anyone was watching. There were other people walking by in the hallway. While they only walked by, the gap in the curtain must have allowed to see something even if it is just a little. It was even obvious that some of them slowed down as they neared the curtain gap.

I fidgeted nervously as I looked at the two guards who are shamelessly and lecherously staring at my mother stripping. Apparently enraptured by the strip show in front of them, the guards did not notice my presence right behind them. The seedy looking guard softly and jokingly said to the other, “Smile, you’re on camera,” and gestured toward the corner of the ceiling. Following his gesture, I saw a security camera with a bird’s eye view of the scene below.

“Are you recording this?” I confronted the guards.

They looked at me. “Uh, no?”

“You just said about being on camera!”

“Did I?” The guards shamelessly denied.

“There’s one there!” I pointed agitatedly at the CCTV camera above.

“Oh, it’s broken.”

The guards then ended the conversation there to focus on what was happening next. Mom was reluctantly pulling of her bra straps off her shoulders. An unspeakable force of attraction made my eyes glued upon the sight, unable to turn away as mom slid of the strap bit by bit. I felt useless. I allowed strangers to molest my mother as I watched and did nothing. Then, it was those same strangers who made my mom strip naked as I once again did nothing. I feel angry, shameful, and yet, a taboo feeling arose from my crotch as I feel a sense of tingling and my boxers tightened from the prospect of watching my mother’s naked strip show in front of strangers.

Softly lowering her bra cups, she shifted her bra around till the back clasp is right in front and unhooked it. She handed over her bra to Valerie. The reflection of the well lit room on the jiggling surface of my mother’s ample breasts hypnotized me. Unable to take my eyes of the soft tender orbs and the dark puffy areolas, I felt my dick harden like never before as I relished in this sinful and taboo sight.

With a security baton, Valerie parted my mom’s breasts down the middle as if checking if she had hidden anything in her cleavage. My eyes widened at the action as I see the phallic security baton nestled in between her breasts. But it did not end there, Valerie then lifted up my mothers breasts with the baton and lowered her body as if to see if she is hiding anything in her underboob. With a smirk, Valerie commented “how heavy,” as she retracted her baton. My mom lowering her gaze and reddened from the comment as I continued to stare, blood rushing to my crotch.

I was brought back to the world of the living when I heard a conversation just by me. I turned to see the airline pilots from before and the guards inaudibly speaking as they all stared through the gap of the curtains. A pilot picked up our plane tickets of the table as he began reading it.

My attention soon returned to my mom as I saw her sliding down her panties down her hips and legs. As she bent over to step out of them, I got a good glimpse of her heavy bosom dangling down and swaying like a pendulum. My mom then got up and handed over her panties to Valerie but as she got up, I got an eyeful of her dark, dirty blonde coloured pubic mound. It wasn’t exactly neatly trimmed but with some trimming I think. The dark shades from the pubes contrasted greatly against the pale, baby smooth flesh of her inner thighs and mons pubis.

Mom moved her hands to cover up her bare naked pussy. Valerie noticed my mom’s actions raised her voice. “Stop covering yourself up! The search is not done yet!” The sudden forceful voice caused mom to jerk a bit in fear. Hesitating a bit, mom had no choice but to let her hands loosen and hang around her sides.

The men outside silently crowded by the gap of the curtain, some of the passer-bys slowed to a crawl to get a good look of the exhibition in the curtain gap. Inside, my mother had her back turned to Valerie and the rest of the spectators, giving everyone present an image of her firm, au naturel buttocks. She was then ordered by Valerie to make a full turn around. My mother complied and did so. Unknowingly giving all the new spectators a full view of her body. Furthermore, she was then asked to bent at her waist, and place her hands on the table for support in the front. Mom slowly and reluctantly did so. Her curvy body leaning forward, her breasts dangling from the posture while the barely hidden sight of her hairy pussy was exposed to everyone watching.

“Spread your legs further.” Ordered Valerie. Mom tensed before begrudgingly following her orders. But by doing so, she involuntarily mooned the group of men. Offering a view of her dainty, puckered anus and pussy lips as something to remember by!

My dick twitched at the sight as I suddenly became much more conscious of my bulging erection signalling the world that I was aroused by watching my mother strip for strangers. I looked at the men around me and noted they were all looking at my mom rather than some random kid with a stiffy. I shifted my pants and bent my back slightly to hide the erection as my attention was brought back to the “broken” camera. Was it really broken? And if it had recorded anything, who will watch it? Or even worse, make copies of it?

Valerie then put on a pair of disposable latex gloves as she approached my mom. I saw my mom’s muscles tensed up in fright at the sight of Valerie and her latex gloves. With one hand on my mom’s lower back, the other hand reached for my mom’s pussy lips and spread them open. A pink fleshy sight glistened under the brightly lit room as I could feel the atmosphere become hotter all of a sudden. After confirming the absence of contraband there, Valerie then moved on to my mom’s quivering and twitching anus. Her fingers made contact with it and spread it around before declaring, “It looks tight! Bet nothing has ever entered there, huh?” I couldn’t see what my mom’s facial expression was like but I imagine it must not be good.

My mom then began to lower her body and squatted as commanded by Valerie as she finalized and concluded her search. I stared at her smooth, bare thighs and trembling butt as she shivered slightly against the cold air conditioner and the tensing of her muscles from the stress of the entire ordeal. Valerie announced that the search is over as she allowed my mom to dress herself up.

As mom started to put her panties back on, the two pilots swaggered away seeing as the show’s over as did the other unrelated men who joined the audience later on. Some of them gave me dirty smirks or chuckled in amusement. My face burned red and so did my mom as she quickly buttoned her blouse and pulled up her skirt.

I looked at my phone to distract myself from the others and noticed that we are nearly out of time for our flight!

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