Incest in the Friendly Skies

EPILOGUE

On Kate's next flight to Paris she noticed something very strange. All the passengers were mothers and sons. How was this possible? She recognized some faces but others were a blur. As soon as the flight was airborne all the passengers began having sex. As Kate scanned the cabin she saw that mother's skirts were up around their waists and no one was wearing panties. Sons were fingering their mother's pussies and there were moans and groans throughout the cabin. Kate looked around for the other flight attendants but they too were engaged in sex with their sons. Kate was all alone in the cabin with this lewd display of incest.

Then the mothers freed their son's cocks. Shorts and pants were pulled down to their son's ankles and rigid erections were in full view. There were cocks of all sizes and shapes, most cut but some uncut. Kate watched as the mothers masturbated their sons and then they took the cocks in their mouths. Kate's pussy was on fire and she longed for her own son. Where was he and why wasn't he on the plane with all the other young men?

Clothes started coming off and they were scattered all over the cabin. Everyone was naked and the sons and mothers began to engage in every sex act imaginable. Mothers were kneeling on the seats as their sons fucked them from behind. Some were even getting fucked in the ass. Then the sons started cumming all over their mothers and all over the cabin. Semen was flying everywhere and Kate had to duck to avoid being hit.

Suddenly Kate spotted her son Andrew at the back of the plane. He was naked and he was stroking his big cock. Kate had to get to him but she had to climb over seemingly hundreds of naked bodies to reach him. She began her journey and she tried to maneuver through the sea of naked flesh. All the sons were cumming in buckets and Kate had to dodge the semen that was filling the cabin. Kate was frustrated as she could not seem to reach her son who was still stroking his cock and calling out to her.

"Mother, mother," Andrew called out.

Kate felt her entire body shake as the words echoed in her ears, "Mother, mother," and then she heard, "Mother wake up, wake up, you're having a bad dream."

Kate woke up in her sons arms and she was shaking. "My god, what a dream," she said out loud as she lay in her sons arms breathing heavily.

"I'll say. You were all over the bed," Andrew told her as he caressed her body.

Instinctively her hand went to his cock and she was pleased to find him hard. Kate loved sex in the morning with her son and within minutes he was buried in her pussy and they were both driving toward an early morning orgasm. They stayed in bed for hours that morning and had continuous sex. Andrew was capable of multiple ejaculations and of staying hard for hours. Kate took advantage of his youthful recuperative powers and pleasured herself until she couldn't take any more.

Over the next several months Kate and her son were insatiable lovers. It seemed that they could not get enough of each other. Kate didn't have to fantasize anymore as she had the real thing now. She paid less attention to the mothers and sons on her flights although she was always curious to see how fart they would go in public.

Andrew did not have sex with Deborah at the art gallery while his mother was home. However when Kate was flying the friendly skies, Andrew was back in Deborah's ass. He had come to love fucking her ass something he would not try with his mother. Andrew had the best of both worlds as far as he was concerned. Kate did not know about Deborah and she really didn't need to. Andrew was always there for her and he made her very happy.

Unlike the other mother and son stories that Kate had heard from some mothers, Andrew did not approach her about group sex or anal sex. Some of the other mothers had become subservient to their sons and did whatever their sons wanted. Kate was glad that Andrew did not have those desires and that it was just the two of them. At times when there was space available on the flight, Kate would bring Andrew to Paris. He loved the art in Paris and they always had a good time. It was sex in the morning, sightseeing during the day and sex at night after fine dining. Kate and Andrew never fooled around on the flight as there was no need. They always had great sex before and after the flight.

Kate didn't know how long their incestuous relationship would last but she was enjoying every moment of it while it did. Life was good for them both and it was no longer a fantasy.