Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 4: Arrival

The plane slowly came to a stop, and I could feel the delight that the plane had landed. Maggie was a wonderful woman, but the awkward silence between Darline and I lasted only a short while after I sat back down. Soon after, Maggie began a concentrated effort to learn every detail of my life. She was very particular about learning what the last month had been like for me.

That made things awkward for me and funny for Darline as I tried to hold off the questions. Soon though, Darline was surprised to learn that I had a girlfriend but didn't seem annoyed about it. I didn't care, though, as we probably wouldn't be seeing each other once we left the plane. However, Maggie wasn't having just that and wanted me to tell her about Crystal.

For three hours, I talked around the last month, trying harder than I thought possible to hold onto my secrets that couldn't be let out. I thought Maggie would be a very good FBI interrogator as she found out I had more than one woman back home. This only intensified the questioning, and at this point, I was thoroughly exhausted and wished I could just go back to sleep instead of being questioned.

When the plane landed, I couldn't have been happier to escape the trap that was this plane we moved toward the terminal. Time felt longer as I wanted to leave while I saw Maggie eyeing me for juicy gossip from the younger generation. She looked practically starved for all the interesting details that I had in store. I didn't want to become her gossip girl, and I felt the need to run away from her while trying to justify that it was a tactical retreat, not me fleeing from the old woman.

When I got up as the plane stopped, it was a too great relief, and I smiled and turned to Maggie and Darline, "It was great talking to you both for this trip. I hope to see you again," I finished politely, trying not to show how much I wanted to run away from Maggie.

"I hope so too, Angela," Maggie replied, cutting off Darline as she went to say something. "it's so nice to be young. You should get yourself plenty of friends and men."

I paused with a polite smile on my face, and I turned, "I hope to see you soon!" I exclaimed and had to stop to reach into the overhead compartment. I pulled out my backpack, took it out, and put it on. I walked down the aisle as Maggie and Darline were a couple of people behind me. I knew that I would be in trouble if I were caught by them, as Maggie would talk my ear off even more. I wished nothing more than not to see Maggie for a while as I couldn't handle talking for a couple of hours more.

I shuddered thinking about the long conversation and thought that the long, drawn-out conversations I was trapped in were the worst thing ever. As people filtered out of the plane, I stepped forward and sighed in relief as we reached the terminal. As I walked down, some dancers greeted us as we walked out of the terminal, and I knew I would have to wait for my mother here.

It didn't take long before my mother came out, but I saw Darline and Maggie pass by, to which I felt obligated to wave. Thankfully, Maggie walked on with Darline, and I sighed in relief as my mother approached me. "You seemed to have made new friends on the plane," My mother said, looking at Maggie and Darline as they went to the baggage checkout.

I looked my mother in the eyes and wryly smiled, "I hate being trapped in a conversation for hours," I told her.

My mother chuckled, and I smiled, knowing I made her smile. "Let us go grab our luggage," My mother said, her smile turning back to a frown. Still, I could sense that she was happier than before we got on the plane, so it seemed her mood had improved.

We walked down following the English signs for the baggage area and soon arrived. I instantly smiled as I found my bag and quickly scooped it up. Then we waited for my mothers, and I quickly learned we were not as lucky as I was to find her bag. Twenty minutes later, it finally came out, and I scooped it up quickly and carried it over before handing it to my mother.

"Thanks, Honey," My mother said with a soft smile, and we both headed down toward customs.

That was a short conversation before they stamped our passports and sent us off, which was a nice change. Everything was moving smoothly, and I moved with my mother toward a shuttle bus with a dozen other people, mostly couples, on it. I looked around and found, much to my relief, that Maggie wasn't on the shuttle bus.

I sat down beside my mother and turned to her, "How was your flight?" I asked.

"My daughter never visited me once on the plane," My mother said, turning to look at me dryly. I quickly replied with a look that made my mother chuckle, "It was fine; the woman I sat beside was going on a honeymoon with her husband. In fact, they are taking the private shuttle to the same resort we are going to. I will introduce you if we see them."

I smiled and nodded, and my mother went over what the woman told her about their wedding. I thoroughly tuned it out when the shuttle bus accepted the final passengers before departing. We moved, and my mother talked about this woman's wedding more. I didn't know how to feel about this conversation regarding weddings.

I always didn't know how to feel about weddings. Would I marry a man or a woman? Would I wear a dress or a suit if I was the bride or groom? What would my wedding look like? The thought of all that planning and things that went with planning a wedding seemed like a hell that Christians talked about often.

I just couldn't picture getting walked down the aisle by my father and handed off to someone else like cattle. On the other hand, that meant I would be in the groom's position, and I would be waiting for my bride to come down the aisle, and I would put a ring on her. Both these concepts made me want to spit on the floor thinking about them. I just couldn't think of myself as either party.

I looked up, and my mother was still gushing about that wedding the woman had that showed my mother even photos of the entire arrangement. It seemed that my mother was so into the topic my mind couldn't help but wonder what if I chose to marry Crystal and what that would look like.

First, it wouldn't be traditional in any sense of the word. Like it would never be traditional in any sense of the word. I began to let my mind wander and thought about fun things I could do with my Minx. Maybe for walking down the aisle, have her in a little Minx costume to be handed off to me like the perfect slut that she is. Possibly for vows, she would be on her knees before me, looking up at my cock as I stood there with my dick out for the audience to see. She would vow her life to my cock, and to seal the kiss of marriage; she would kiss the head of my dick before giving me my first blowjob of marriage. After I filled her stomach with my seed, I would turn her around and fuck her pussy until she came all over my cock with an audience. I would then fill her womb full of my semen to finish the bindings of marriage before I put a collar around her neck.

The bus came to a sudden stop, and my mother went quiet. I looked down and realized I had made a problem for myself as I had a hard-on in my pants. I winced as it was almost completely erect, and my mother shook her head. "You weren't listening to me, were you?" My mother asked.

I turned and smiled wryly, "You had me thinking about marriage," I said as a joke, but my mother wasn't laughing. Her serious expression drilled into me for an extended period of time, and I started to feel uncomfortable. I opened my mouth to say something when my mother stood.

"Let's go, Angela Brown," My mother said, and I knew I was in trouble for that comment. I didn't know what upset my mother about my statement, but I knew she was angry about it. Still, I got up to follow her out of the bus.

Stepping off the bus, I realized something I didn't notice getting on the bus since the walk had been entirely in the shade. But it was hot out, and the temperature was not what I left behind in the United States. I felt like I was back in the summer heat, and I looked up to see the sun in the sky with the UV rays hitting me right on. "I think I am going to need to buy some Sunscreen," I commented, and my mother nodded.

"I picked some powerful stuff up for us. Come, we need to get in line for the reception. I followed my mother into the hotel and walked up to reception. The air-conditioned here was set at a pleasant temperature that didn't feel like I was being blasted with cold air after the heat, and I moved with my mother towing my luggage behind me.

The wait wasn't long as we were not the last passengers to get in line for reception, and we came up to the young woman working the reception. "Hello," She said in very good English with only a slight accent. "Can I get a name and number of occupants?"

"Violet Brown and Anglea Brown. Only two occupants for a single room." My mother replied.

"Ah, you are staying in the Supreme Garden side rooms. They are lovely this time of year. They are also close to the pools, but until you pass the garden, you can't really hear anything from them." The receptionist said with a smile, "Your room number is forty-four, and Dannel here will help you to your room." The receptionist finished and motioned to a young black man in the corner with her fingers.

I turned to look in his direction, and he came rushing up with a cart for luggage behind him. "Hello, I am Dannel; I show you to your room. Which number?" He asked.

"Forty-four, Dannel," My mother replied while I looked over Dannel.

Dannel was a short man with not a lot of muscle to show. His black skin looked moisturized, though he didn't spend much of his time outside. He was also at least a foot shorter than me as I followed him. I looked him over, and I felt something odd about Dannel. I couldn't tell what was bothering me, but something was catching my attention. I think it might have been his butt, as it seemed to be a bit bigger than I was used to seeing on men.

Before I knew it and not taking in my surroundings at all as I checked Dannel out, we reached our room. My mother pulled out two key cards handing one off to me before scanning the card. The door opened, and I felt like a whistle would have been appropriate, and I wondered how much money my mother dropped on this.

As you stepped inside, the room was very neutral colors, but the king-sized bed was down a small hallway with the bathroom right by the door. There was a full fridge to my tight after passing the bathrooms with a little bar with some alcohol on it. The Massive bed was only a couple of steps away, with a phone on each night table.

I looked around the room, and there was a couch that could allow two to snuggle together with a bit of extra space—a small coffee table and sizeable sixty-inch television. The room's neutral colors then worked perfectly with the fantastic-looking garden right outside the door. Various bright flowers looked amazing, adding to the romantic feel this bedroom made. I could see the tension in my mother's shoulders fade just looking in the room as I soaked in the surroundings.

I turned to look at Dannel, who seemed not to be looking at my mother, me, or even our luggage. Instead, his eyes were wide, looking at the bulge in my pants as if transfixed by it. I turned to see my mother looking around, still soaking in the scenery of the room, so I turned to Dannel. "Well, what is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, closing in on Dannel.

Dannel seemed to realize that I was talking to him, and his face changed color as he realized I caught him looking at my cock. "Ah," He was about to say something when I put my finger to his lips.

"No," I said, feeling like it might be fun to have him worrying. "I will see you tomorrow, Dannel. Make sure you find some time to come and talk to me without my mother around." I said, pointing at my mother, who walked over to the television.

"Wow, I think I am feeling some inspiration to paint," I heard my mother say, and I stepped back from Dannel. I saw my mother turn, and Dannel turned away.

I could feel that he was slightly distressed, and I couldn't be happier. Something about Dannel was still throwing me off, and I couldn't help but want to get to the bottom of it. "That is good to hear, Mom." I said in reply, "Did you bring some painting supplies?" I asked, turning to her as Dannel turned to bring in our luggage.

"No," My mother replied with a pout, "I didn't think about it since I was so angry with your father." my mother's face turned angry, and I didn't know what to do.

"Well, we might see about fixing that later," I said, trying to change the subject, and my mother smiled wryly at my obvious change of pace. Dannel walked in with our bags behind them, and I smiled. "Thank you, Dannel," I said, "I will see you soon, I hope," I told him as he finished putting down the bags.

Dannel looked at me and nodded with what I believed to be a blush before running away from the room. My mother looked ready to jump into her purse when he ran out of the room. "Wow, They usually ask for a tip," My mother said, and I nodded.

"Well, I will see about giving him a tip next time I see him," I told my mother, and I couldn't restrain the smile on my face.

My mother gave me an odd look for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's settle in," my mother said, "I don't want to think about much other than how to enjoy myself this week. Oh yeah, Angela," My mother said as I moved toward the luggage to fill the dressers across from the king-size bed that I overlooked at first glance. "Whatever happens here stays here. Your father will not hear about it no matter what. Understood?!" My mother practically shouted at me, and I couldn't help the surprised look I gave my mother.

"You planning on cheating on dad?" I asked incredulously.

"Not planning on it," My mother replied, "But if it happens, it happens."

I was too surprised to respond, but something came up in my head that I wanted to ask but simply couldn't.

Why the fuck are we sharing the same bed and bedroom then?! blah