Last February my dad arranged a trip to Positano for him and my mum to celebrate their wedding anniversary. He booked a top floor suite in a local hotel with a 360 view terrace, a personal photographer and a small pool. A few days before the trip however, he landed his most profitable business deal for his insurance company so he had to stay back home. He insisted though, that me and my mum took the trip because it would be an unforgettable experience (little did he know)
My mum is a classy, elegant lady with a voluptuous body and a feminine beautiful face. She doesn’t work because my dad is wealthy enough to support our household, and her main interests are fashion and social events.
A few days later, me and my mum got to the airport. As soon as we arrived at the plane our roles had changed. I was no longer her son but her strong man, capable of taking care of her. She adopted a submissive role and followed me, treating me as the masculine figure I am. We got really touchy inside the plane to the point that people around us stared at us because her feet were all over my crotch.