Continuing the story of Jane and her son, John. Both have embraced the delight of anal play, peeing and mother/son lust.
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Jane and John were back in their resort room, packing their things and readying for their flight home. It had been quite the week at the resort, experiencing the sexual adventures that they had previously not even dreamed of. Both of their thoughts often reverted to them wondering what would be in store once they returned home, to familiar surroundings, to their normal lives of before this wonderful trip?
All the while packing, Jane and John would slide against one another, sometimes front-to-back, sometimes front-to-front. It became a game of sorts, rubbing one another's bodies, letting their hands rub each other's sensitive areas. Jane helped things along by not wearing a bra nor panties under her skirt. John helped by not wearing underwear under his khaki pants. Both were feeling the effects of the groping foreplay. It felt deliciously wicked, something they both hoped would continue once they got back home.
Finally they got their bags packed, trucked them to the resort front portico and boarded the shuttle bus to the airport. They sat as close to one another on their bench seat as possible without climbing into each other's laps. As they glanced around, they noticed all the other mother/son couples were pretty much doing the same thing as well. John noticed how many other mothers were also leaving their bras off and he wondered if they had skipped the panties as his mother had done? Probably had, he decided.
They got to the airport and discovered a huge but terrific surprise! Cindy Moore, the CEO, had chartered a plane to return them back to the States! No commercial flight problems to deal with, such as too small seats, obese people slopping over into their personal space and so forth. There was happy chatter as each mother/son couple were processed at the ticket booth and passports were processed. No boarding passes were issued as it was a private flight, anyone could sit where ever they chose. John also had a neat thought: it also allowed the arm rest between seats to be raised, making both seats into a comfortable bench seat.
As each mother/son couple boarded the plane and chose their seats, Jane noticed there was a
lot
of touchy-feely going on with the mother/son couples. In fact, while Jane was seated she noticed that physical contact was almost constant between each couple. Nor did it stop once the couples were seated. Legs were being rubbed, hands being held, mothers were raising the arm rest so they could lean over onto their sons' shoulders and chests. It reminded Jane of magnets and steel, the attraction was that obvious.
As the last few couples entered the plane and took their seats, John and Jane saw the flight crew enter the plane. While easily identifiable by their uniforms, they also were strongly attractive women. John noticed that they weren't the usual age group of most flight attendants, but he guessed they were in their early to mid-40s. He also noticed their skirts were much, much shorter than the usual attendant attire. As they walked up and down the aisle, he quickly noticed a few other things.
None of the attendants were wearing bras, they all had on mostly-sheer blouses and not a single one appeared to be over a c-cup. John thought a charter flight was definitely the way to travel!
Jane too noticed the attendant's attire as well as how nicely their boobs bounced as they moved up and down the aisle. While not wholly bi-sexual before this trip, she certainly had her horizons (and other things!) expanded by her fellow mothers. She enjoyed looking at and fantasizing about the women whom happened to be her age.
Everyone buckled up and the plane quickly made its way to the runway. Without hardly any wait, the plane was hurdling down the runway and was airborne in no time flat. Soon the seat belt sign dinged off and the attendants were making their way around to serve the couples.
Jane noted that there seemed to be quite a few blankets being handed out. She thought this was a bit odd as the plane's inside temp was quite comfortable and not cool at all. She looked over at the row next to hers and John's and saw a mother and son cuddling up together under the blanket.
"Ah ha", she thought. "They're probably using the blankets for privacy curtains rather than warmth." With this realization Jane began coming up with a few thoughts of her own. Yet she continued to watch the couple across from her. If anything they had moved closer together, if that were possible. They had begun kissing as well, nothing outrageous but still certainly passionate with each other. They also had reclined their seats back, making themselves more comfortable.
John had the window seat and he noticed his mother watching the other couple and he began watching as well. He enjoyed their kissing and could see the son's arms moving under the blanket. The clearly were up around his mother's breast, most likely playing with them. The couple were kissing more passionately as the groping heated up.
John then reached out to his mother and pulled her back onto him, wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace. Jane quickly wiggled into a comfortable position, moving John's hands to her breasts as she settled in. John wasted no time in gently rubbing his mother's nipples as she leaned back. He was thankful she had forgone the bra, it made this much more fun!
Jane continued to watch the other mother/son couple the entire time, never taking her eyes off them. She noticed the woman had kicked her sandals off and spread her feet, effectively spreading her legs as well. She saw the son had moved his hand from her breasts and now had his arm in her lap. Jane couldn't of course see through the blanket, but there was no doubt he had his hand between his mother's legs, rubbing her crotch!
Jane felt the heat rising off of her as she continued to watch as well as her own son continuing to rub her nipples. She too kicked off her shoes as she rubbed her bare feet together, thinking how much fun the other couple must be having.
"Could she be this brave and fool around with her own son on a plane?" she thought. It was one thing to do it at a resort, it was another to do it on a plane with flight attendants walking the aisle.
No sooner than the thought left her mind than an attendant walked between her and the couple across from her. The attendant did nothing more than look at the passionate couple and smile as she went by. The couple of course never noticed, so engrossed in each other that nothing else seemed to exist than them at that particular moment.
Jane further adjusted herself, lifting her feet onto her seat and laid back against her son. He quit rubbing her nipples just long enough to allow her to get situated and continued his playing. They both watched the couple as the son was now clearly sawing his fingers in and out of his mother's pussy. His arm looked like a piston under the blanket, not necessarily travelling fast but certainly consistently. The mother had broken their kiss and had her head tilted back, eyes closed and clearly lost in her pleasure.
Jane couldn't take it anymore and stopped the attendant on her next trip by.
"Excuse me," she asked. "But could I trouble you for a blanket?"
"I am so sorry but we are completely out of them just now" said the attendant. The attendant had noticed Jane's feet perched up on the seat and it had caused Jane's legs to bow up. The attendant then knelt down as if acting to be polite but in reality it allowed her a straight shot up Jane's skirt. Since Jane wasn't wearing panties, it also gave the attendant a money shot of Jane's pussy.
John had not stopped his rubbing and tugging of Jane's nipples during this entire time. The attendant had noticed this as well. She allowed her eyes to leave Jane's face and travel down to watch John play with his own mother's nipples. Since the flight attendant was on a charter flight, she well knew it was filled with nothing other than mother/son couples. It was also making her own nipples harden under her sheer uniform blouse, something Jane picked up on as well.
"Are you chilled and need a blanket?" asked the attendant. She coupled this question with the act of placing her warm hand on Jane's feet, smiling as she did so. She then began a slow, gentle but deliberate trace up Jane's calf with her hand. She noticed the goose bumps that appeared on Jane's calf as well as Jane arching her back against her son's body.
"N-n-no, not really chilled", replied Jane. "I just thought I could make use of one. Not a big deal I guess."
