Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 02

Jemma blushed but did not make a move to lower her skirt.

He bent down and retrieved her panties, brought them to his nose and sniffed them. "Jemma, you smell divine. I bet you scream while you make love. Am I right, Jemma? When a man is deep inside you, you scream to let your passions flow?"

She blushed, talking to a stranger about her sex life, but nodded, "Yes, sir, I am very vocal."

He balled the panties up, and forced them into her mouth. He put a finger in front of her mouth, and told her to be quiet. He pulled her legs on to the seat, and brought her shaved pussy into view.

"Beautiful Jemma, it is just beautiful. I think I will use it now." He undid his belt and zipper and lowered his trousers. He took out his distended prick, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and plunged into her."

She was so wet; he had no problem bottoming out. She yelled, but thanks to her panties, it was muted. She grabbed onto his forearms for balance as he pummeled her into the bottom of the seats. He was turning her into liquid fire. She came once, and almost immediately, it was followed by another stronger orgasm. After her third orgasm, she realized it was due to his long, rapid strokes. Unlike many of her younger boyfriends, he did not come quickly. With them, it was a sprint to the finish. With this man, it was a marathon.

He looked her in the eyes and asked, "Are you protected?"

Jemma's eyes opened with fright when she realized he was not wearing a condom. She shook her head 'No.'

He smiled at her, and said, "I will give you the opportunity to finish me in your ass, or with your lovely mouth, instead of getting you pregnant."

She shook her head no again.

He pulled the panties from her mouth and asked her what she meant, "Where do you want me to finish Jemma?"

"You have to pull out and come on my stomach, please. I do not do oral sex."

"It seems you have a problem, Jemma. I either come in a woman's pussy, ass, or mouth. I do not waste my semen on a females' stomach. Where do you prefer it, and make your decision soon, because I do not know how much time I have left. How far into your cycle are you?"

"It has been two weeks since my last period."

"In that case, Jemma, I think you should start giving careful consideration to your other two choices. You should be ovulating around now, and if I cum in your pussy, you could be pregnant by the time we land. Hurry, make your decision, because I am getting ready to burst."

"Pullout Mister Neeson, please pullout. I do not want to get pregnant. I will take you in my mouth."

"Okay, Jemma, but do not leave a mess."

He pulled out of her and helped her into a sitting position. He pulled her down to his engorged dick, and then let her go at her own pace. She opened her mouth, and her tongue snaked out, while her eyes grimaced.

"Be a good girl, Jemma, and do not make me force your head down on my prick. It could wind up in your throat and you would not be happy about that."

She moved her head down and put the head of his dick into her mouth, and closed her lips around it. She started sucking it, and moving her head down further, until she had three or 4 inches of his turgid cock in her mouth.

"Deeper Jemma, do not play with me."

Jemma was unhappy with her situation, but she went deeper, until she felt him hit the back of her throat, and she choked. She pulled out a little, and started moving up and down a little faster and tightened the muscles of her mouth around him.

"Use your tongue, Jemma; lick my dick, and keep it wet."

She did as he asked, and continued working on him for five or six minutes, until he said, "Jemma, I am getting ready to cum. Do not back away; be ready to swallow it all."

She was sickened by this thought, and wanted to cry. However, she was more frightened by the thought of what he could do to her, if he told her superiors what she was doing on the airplane. She closed her eyes, and hoped that she could get through this debasement. Then, she felt the hot liquid spurt, and hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, and then felt another larger load of semen hit the same spot. It seemed to her that he would never stop shooting that stuff into her mouth. She kept swallowing and swallowing.

When he finished ejaculating, he said to Jemma, "Keep sucking on it like a pacifier, and get it totally clean. I will tell you, when you can stop."

Jemma followed his instructions and continued playing with his dick in her mouth. Though it had deflated, after he had ejaculated, she felt it starting to grow, again. She began to take pleasure in the powerful feeling she had making this area of a man's body react so forcefully to her attentions. She did not understand this newfound feeling. She never liked kissing a boy's dick, no less thought about putting one of these things into her mouth. However, this powerful man made her do things that were changing her attitudes towards sex. He had her perform sex in a public place, and she found it thrilling. He made her have oral sex, for the first time in her life, and she liked it, which confused her. Now she was doing it of her own accord, and she did not care who saw her, or what happened to her afterwards.

"Jemma, do you know what you're doing to me?"

She did not release him from her mouth. She nodded her head, and kept suctioning him. She pumped her head up and down on him as he continued to grow and harden in her mouth. It took a lot longer this time, but she did not care. She was on a mission and would not be deprived.

"Jemma, I am going to cum, be ready."

She increased her speed, and waited for the moment that he would explode in her mouth. When it happened, she was ready. There was not as much semen as the last time, but she savored every drop of it. When he was finished, she continued sucking on it, until he was totally clean.

She looked up at him and said, "Mister Neeson, thank you for making me do this. I never knew what I was missing. If you had not made me do it the first time, I would have been oblivious to its pleasures. I will give you my phone numbers, and any time you are in Chicago, call me, and I will be at your service, forever."

He stuck his tongue into her mouth, kissed her forcefully on her lips. He said, "Jemma, you must get yourself protected immediately. I will be coming back through Chicago within the next two or three months. I will be cuming in your pussy, mouth, and ass many times. I will teach you more about sex then you ever dreamed existed. You are to start having voice lessons, to get rid of your accent. I will pay for your lessons. When your accent is gone, you will go to Mister Jackson and start your life as a junior executive at the airline. You cannot do that now, with your heavy accent. I am a very wealthy man, and I will take you under my wing, if you let me. There is one provision, however, and I will be checking up on you, even though I am not here. You will not have sex with anyone, but me, from now on. If you agree to my terms, your life will be greatly enhanced. "

"No sex at all for three months, Mister Neeson? I have not gone without sex for a month, since I lost my virginity."

"If your answer is no, I will understand, Jemma. We will part friends, and you will keep the knowledge that I have given you, and use it to the best of your ability. However, you will never know what you have given up."

He handed her a pen, and her panties. Then, to her surprise, he asked her to sign them.

"Mister Neeson, do you do this to all the girls you fuck on airplanes?"

"No, Jemma, you are the only woman I have ever had sex with on an airplane. That is why I want you to sign your panties, so I will remember you always."

She was completely flustered by his reply. She signed her panties, and handed back, both items back to him. She thought for a moment, and said, "Mister Neeson, I would like to accept your terms."

"Wonderful, Jemma, do you have a layover in Phoenix?"

"Yes, we depart at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Good; you will come with me, and I will make all the arrangements for you to begin your new life. I think you will be very pleased."

"A three-month virgin, Mister Neeson; I certainly hope so."

"That does not start until tomorrow, Jemma. I will try to give you as much love and sex as you can handle between the times we land, and when we leave tomorrow morning. I think it is time you call me Edward."

Jemma kissed him and said, "Here is to a loving relationship, Edward."

"My last relationship began 21 years ago, and I loved that woman until the day she died. I hope the same thing happens, between you and me. I think you should go to the bathroom now, and straighten up. You look like you have just been fucked, and very well fucked, indeed."

"Edward, it is because I was fucked very well, and I was also taught that oral sex is very exciting."

"I take it my dear that you are in anal virgin, also. I will take care of it this evening, when we are in my hotel room."

"I am not going to look forward to that at all, Edward. It was not on my list of things to do before I died."

"Funny you should say that Jemma. The woman I mentioned before said the very same thing. She found that she loved it, as much as vaginal and oral sex. She became insatiable, and when she became pregnant, with our daughter, it was her preferred method of intercourse."

"Looking at your face, Edward, I can tell you are not lying. You must have loved each other very deeply."

"For me, it was love at first sight. It took her a little while to realize that her feelings for me were not just friendship, but love. We were true to each other, and forsook all others for 20 years. You are my first, since she passed away. That is why I need you to stay true to me only. I need that kind of commitment. It is the only kind I have ever known, and it is the only kind I can deal with."

"I will be true to you, Edward. I give you my word; I will forsake all others, and have only you in my life, from this day forward."

"Go to the bathroom, Jemma, before your other guests awaken."

As soon as Jemma closed the bathroom door, the elderly woman, who was supposedly sleeping, stuck her head over the top of her seat, and said, "You nasty man; my husband and I have not been able to do that for a great many years. Isn't it fun to be a member of the mile high club?"

"Madam, if that is the name of the club I have joined, today was my initiation. It was a wonderful experience, and my partner is very beautiful."

"Yes, she is very beautiful, but I believe from what I heard, she is going to require extensive training. Apparently, her oral skills have just begun to form, and she has no anal experience at all. She should give you many years of pleasure, while you train her. My husband took great pains in training me. He used all types of training aids to convince me how I was to act in public, and to please him in all manners of sex."

"Madam, I do not believe in the use of coercion to make a woman adhere to a particular set of norms. She has free will, and it makes life much more pleasurable to argue every so often, and make love as a way of seeing 'eye to eye' afterwards. Having someone that says yes, all the time becomes boring."

"My husband does not seem to be bored."

"It is because he is the one taking his frustrations out on you. You are as whipping post. You are the one that never has the option of saying 'No.' What would have happened if you turned around one day and said to him, 'Stop, give me that instrument, I am going to beat the crap out of you with it."

"I do not know. I never did that in all our married life."

"If you had done it 30 years ago, when you were still in your prime, your life would have been much better, and much happier."

The elderly man raised his head and said, "Mind your own business," and he raised his hand to hit her."

His wife said to him, "Shut the fuck up. If you hit me, I will charge you with assault, and I have a witness."

Jemma had exited the bathroom and was listening to the entire conversation. She said, "No madam, he did hit you repeatedly, before I could stop him. Both Mister Neeson and I saw him. I will have to restrain him, in another seat. I will have the pilot forward a message to the federal authorities, and have them pick him up at the airport. Federal charges will be filed, because it happened while we were in the air."

The man yelled, "I never touched her."

"You have two witnesses that say you did, and a victim that will swear to it."

Jemma put the plastic cuffs around the man's wrists, put him in the seat across from Edward, and buckled him in. She picked up the phone, advised the pilots of the disturbance in the first-class cabin. The man had been subdued and everything was under control.

The pilots called the air traffic control center, and advise them of the disturbance on the aircraft. After that it was all procedure.

Federal and local authorities met the aircraft at the gate and escorted the elderly man, off the aircraft, while he pleaded his innocence.

The woman was placed on a stretcher, and helped off the aircraft.

She asked to speak to the flight attendant, who helped her, before they took her away in the ambulance.

Jemma went out, onto the Jetway, and took the elderly woman's hand. She asked, "How are you feeling, dear?"

The woman winked at her and said, "I feel battered. He never hits my face, where it would show. He has hit me all my married life, and I could never prove it. I do not know what made him lose his temper this time, especially with witnesses around. Thank you for helping me."

"It is my job to keep my passenger safe. The airline has my name and my routing, day by day. If you need me to testify, I will be there."

"Thank you, child, I appreciate everything you did for me, today."

The police and federal agents listened, and wrote down everything the woman said. When they got her to the hospital, they informed the doctors of the abuse she said she had suffered, over a long term. They wanted to know if it was true.

The doctors took x-rays, CAT Scans, and MRIs of her entire body. What they found amazed even them. There were healed hairline fractures everywhere. Her arches had been broken, as well as all-10 fingers. The only place on her body that did not seem to be touched was her head. This coincided with what the woman said to the flight attendant.

When the doctor's reported their findings to the authorities, the man was put in jail. When his bond hearing was held and the judge heard the evidence against him, he was held without bail, even though he was old, and exceedingly wealthy. The length and brutality of his crimes were enough to make anyone's stomach turn.

Jemma and Edward were escorted by the authorities to separate rooms, and their statements taken. They were asked what had happened on the aircraft. Although the wording was different, the outcome was the same. The assault was unprovoked, and the man repeatedly hit his wife for no apparent reason, until Jemma reached him and pulled him of her.

When he was asked why he didn't get to the man first, Edward explained that he was in the back of first-class by the window, reading. By the time he realized something was amiss, unbuckled his seatbelt, and was halfway there; Jemma was already at the man's side, and pulling him away from his wife. The man almost struck Jemma, when he was able to grab his hand, and stop him. He had never seen a woman act more heroic in his life.

The debriefings and statements took nearly 2 hours and when they were done, the airline officials offered Edward a suite at the hotel, where the airline employees stayed. He accepted.

While they were in the airline van, Mister Neeson asked the airline executive if he would be permitted to take Jemma to dinner, after what she had been through during the flight, today.

He said, "She must be exhausted, and with all the adrenaline that coursed through her body, today, she deserves a good meal."

The executive replied, "It is against company policy for airline employees to fraternize with the passengers. However, I think we can overlook it, this one time, if you approve, Jemma?"

"Mister Neeson, I appreciate your offer, however, I am extremely tired. As long as it does not take too long, I will accompany you."

"I promise not to keep you out more than 1 or 1 ½ hours at the most, Jemma."

"In that case, Mister Neeson, I agree."

"Jemma," the executive said, "You have been on duty too long for your flight tomorrow morning. You have been rescheduled for a flight to San Francisco, at 1 PM, tomorrow afternoon. Be at operations at 12 o'clock. We have given you a single room, so you will not be disturbed by the 5 AM wake-up call."

"Thank you, sir; I appreciate it. I will be on time for the San Francisco flight."

"You always are Jemma; you have never been late."

"Mister Neeson, thank you for your cooperation, I have to head back to the airport. If there is anything else you need, here is my card. You may contact me on my cell phone."

"Thank you, I do not think that will be necessary. I will be picking up my car early tomorrow morning, and heading north. I am going to explore a new ancient finding. If it is as big a story as it seems, I will have a writer and photographers there dissecting it."

Jemma checked into her room, as did Edward. Edward told the desk clerk to forward, her calls to his room, because they would be eating in. He asked for the room service menu and ordered for both of them. He took her hand, escorted her to her room. She messed up the room to make it appear she had slept in it, and went up to his suite. He took her into the bedroom, and undressed her in front of a full-length mirror. He said, "Jemma, you are breathtaking."

He undressed, and took her into the shower. He washed her from head to foot, paying particular attention to her breasts, pussy, and anus. He bent her over, so she could hold onto the wall. He inserted one, then two, and then three fingers into her pussy and massaged her G spot, and clit, until she came with a mighty scream. As she was coming down from her orgasm, he held her tightly by her waist, and inserted one finger up her rectum.

She grunted, but did not resist him.

He pulled his finger out, washed his digit, and put two fingers into her pussy and lubricated them. He returned his is left hand to her pussy and started manipulating her clit and tunnel again. With her mind totally absorbed elsewhere, he slipped two fingers into her rectum, with hardly any trouble at all.

He put more pressure onto her clit with his thumb, and worried it, unmercifully, until her hips started to move against it. When her mind was totally absorbed with the feelings of pleasure being sent to her brain, he pushed three fingers into her ass hole. Her head reared back in pain.

He continued pushing his thumb against her clit and forcing his fingers in and out of her ass, simultaneously.

She kept saying, "No, no, no, but her mind was beginning to feel something else. She was unsure if it was the message her clit was sending or if it was the fingers in her ass, which were telling her brain a different story."

Edward removed his fingers from her ass and washed them, and stuck them into her cunt to lubricate them and to excite her even more. He said, "Jemma, spread your legs wide." He continued to pummel her cunt, and play with her clit.

Her head was the only thing balancing her against the wall. Her hands were busy at her breasts, pulling at nipple and fondling the meaty orb. She was on the verge of cuming again, when he removed his hand from her cunt, took his three fingers, and shoved them up her ass, again. She screamed at the intrusion of the fingers, and came at the same time. She could not shit, because his fingers were there, so she went blind instead. She had never cum so hard in her life.