~~~ The Son ~~~
Heads turn whenever my mother walks through an airport terminal. She's so magnetic that I expect electronic devices to go flying through security. Flight attendants always get attention, but my mother is taller than most women and she used to be a ballerina, which sets her apart.
I know the reactions she gets because I recently became a pilot for the same airline. She paid for my flight school and the hours of training. She also used her connections to help me land this job. When I got hired months ago, my mother introduced me to people in the industry, from flight attendants to other pilots. Her name is Natalie, but her colleagues call her Nattie as a term of endearment.
After checking in, I board the plane and there's a small celebration amongst the cabin crew. Apparently this is the first flight being worked by a mother and son. I didn't think it would be a big deal, but the captain and other attendants thought it was amusing. They greet me with a small cake and the attendants give me a kiss on the cheek.
I sit in the cockpit, and before takeoff, my mother comes and brings her lips to my ear.
"Congratulations, big boy," she says. "You've become a man."
She gives me a kiss on the cheek, closer to my mouth, and I know it's going to leave a lipstick mark. She laughs and so does the captain. When my mother steps out of the cockpit, I can hear her giggling with the other attendants. I've heard the stories of what happens in this industry and I often wonder if there's a side to her that she keeps hidden.
~~~ The Mother ~~~
Hotel rooms are the perfect arrangement for this kind of side hustle. I never show my face, that's the number one rule. Sometimes I'll use my voice. I'm halfway through a masturbation session with the live webcam pointed at my body. I have exactly 8,534 viewers at the moment and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs open. The background shows my impeccably organized hotel room.
My flight attendant uniform is spread across the bed, right next to me. My prized possession. It's the reason my show is one of the most viewed on the website, because I'm an actual flight attendant and this isn't cosplay. I keep my audience updated on social media with pictures from around the world, erotic selfies in the uniform, and images of my legs inside the airplane cabin.
In today's world, right or wrong, the webcam industry is booming and women are using it as a means of steady income. Many flight attendants dip their toes into this industry. To me, the extra income is nice, but money isn't my primary motivation, it's being adored by an online audience. Being an exhibitionist is my aphrodisiac.
Casual sex is also a secret thing in the flight industry. Pilots often have their pick of flight attendants. Flight attendants often play with each other. Threesomes or gangbangs happen on occasions. I know a few women who love having a train run on them. Always in a hotel during a layover. Sometimes foreplay happens during a flight while passengers are sleeping. I should emphasize that this is far from the majority, I'd call it an active minority.
I'm not here to impugn the reputation of the flight industry, but the fact is, we travel frequently, we spend a lot of time in close quarters, and we often have a lot of downtime in between flights. People have sexual desires. Things happen. That's a fact of life.
My orgasm triggers a flood of tips. My screen lights up with gold coins and dollar signs and the dinging sound follows. My toes curl and I straighten my long legs while I cum. I take a moment to recover with my hand resting on my crotch. The flight leaves in a few hours and the audience enjoys watching me getting dressed. Black stockings, sheer undergarments, and of course the uniform.
This is a hotel in Rome during a layover.
***
The plane lands in Seoul, South Korea, and today's layover is expected to be around 14 hours. Based on recent weather reports we could be staying longer. Even though weather patterns can be tracked more accurately in the modern age, there are still times when snowstorms can develop unexpectedly. Airports may need to close their runways due to snow accumulation or de-icing operations.
We exit the plane after a long flight from San Francisco and that feeling of disorientation is something you get accustomed to. Every time flight attendants wear the uniform, it means we're representing the airline, so we head through the terminals with our appearances right. After clearing customs and security through a private line, we take a shuttle to our hotel.
During the ride, a few women express remorse that we can't visit the downtown area of one of the most beautiful countries in the world because of the oncoming snow, but oh well. There's always next time.
The first thing I do in my hotel is connect to the internet and get on my social media page, the one I use for my alter-ego.
I'm coming online in 10 minutes. See you then!
Web camming these days is a breeze. Technically, I can do everything with my laptop, but I attach a small video camera for close-ups and different angles. It also has a significantly higher resolution, which is why the top online performers have such spectacular video streams.
The show begins after getting the technical things worked out, and I start by using the bathroom with the door open, then unpacking my luggage to get settled into the room, all without showing my face. People are always hooked on the mundane tasks. It's true voyeurism. I tell them it's a brief show because I'm meeting with colleagues for dinner later.
I masturbate wearing my uniform after the goal of 20,000 tokens is reached. It's a simple, yet fulfilling affair, as I place the camera in the center of the bed and keep my legs spread, with two fingers doing the work. I cum fast today, partly because my body craves the release, partly because I need dinner.
My son is landing here from Melbourne and he'll be staying at this same hotel. I hadn't seen him in almost a month and we're hoping for a brief reunion, which is dependent on the changing weather conditions. If the snow storm hits early, his flight may be diverted.
I climax and wet the bed sheet, which is another thing my audience likes seeing, wetness. Sometimes I pee for them. The comments on the screen agree that it was an amazing show. I thank them verbally and tell them I have to go, that I'll have time for another show before the flight leaves tomorrow, assuming we're able to make it out.
I take a quick shower and change into something casual for a hot pot dinner. I walk down the hall and knock on the door. Carmella answers, also fresh from a shower. Inside the room, Juliet and Aya are dressed for dinner, but they're on their knees giving blowjobs to these two middle-aged white guys. The ladies bob their heads while the guys are sitting on each bed.
"They're pilots from a German airline," Carmella says.
"Are they joining us for dinner?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"For that kind of head, they should be buying us dinner."
She laughs. "You know something, you're right."
I sit on a chair to watch. The pilots look at me, they like that I'm watching their debauchery. But ultimately their attention returns to the blowjobs they're getting. Juliet and Aya are some of the best in the business when it comes to layover head. These guys are almost sweating.
When they cum, their faces twist and they squeeze the blankets they're sitting on, before relaxing and feeling dazed, hoping to maintain their dignity. The men join us for dinner after I extend an invitation.
A while after dinner I'm alone in my hotel room. My son will be arriving in a few hours and I decide to sleep and give him a hug later. With the direction of the weather, it looks like we'll both be trapped here. As I lay in bed, I think of Juliet and Aya giving their world-class blowjobs to those pilots.
Once again, as a friendly reminder, these kinds of interactions are limited in the flight community, but it's like a club. Once you're in, you're in. So of course I've wondered if anyone had initiated my son into this lifestyle. Based on his flight schedule I'm sure he's had plenty of opportunities.
I close my eyes and drift to sleep. Perhaps I should give him pointers, you know, as a courtesy. Guidance. Mothers often have 'the talk' with their sons regarding sex, maybe I'll have to do something similar to avoid future problems. Because make no mistake about it, this kind of lifestyle invites drama.
***
Okay, here's another dirty secret about me. My sister Elsa knows about this. The webcam. Everything. It's a long story but we occasionally eat each other out. We've tried curbing our dirty habits but we've only had moderate success at stopping. Some things are too appetizing to stop, you know?
