Mom, Sis, and Me

"That was you, my dear, squirting, having a female ejaculation."

"Fuck me, I've never done that before. I think I had tingles from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. I thought I was gonna explode."

"Yeah, hell of a fun orgasm ain't it."

"Sure is, but now it's time to fuck me. I need that cock of yours in my pussy."

I helped her down off the back of the seat. I sat in the aisle seat and lay down across the middle and window seats. Sara climbed aboard, and sat squarely on my cock, I guess, thinking I had a hold of myself and was going to guide my cock into her. She rocked back and forth on me a couple of times, then lifted up enough to get hold of me and eased back down. If I thought my fingers felt tight in her pussy, my god, she was like a vise grip on my cock. It took a minute for her to settle pubic bone to pubic bone. She started to move slowly, at first, but as she relaxed, the pace picked up. I think we both felt like we were in heaven.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight. I'm not going to last long like this."

"I've never felt so full, I'm not gonna last long, either."

With that, she picked up a bit more speed, and I started up thrusting into her down thrusts. Going faster and harder, it wouldn't be long. She hit bottom, started squeezing me, and I swelled just that bit more as a man cums, and we came together. She was shaking and moaning; me, my lower half was jerking and I gave a low long grunt.

As we sat, coming back to our senses, we kissed a little more, enjoying the afterglow of our fucking. We snuggled up for a few minutes, and looked around the cabin.

"Shit, Sara, you made a mess all over everything."

"No, Jack, we made a mess."

"You're the one who sprayed fluid all over the place."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have, had you not used those magic fingers of yours to make me do it."

"Okay, you got me, we made the mess. Let's get ourselves together and we'll get this cleaned up. I'd hate for your crew mates to be upset with us for leaving it like this. By the way what is your go-to brand of hose?"

We had gotten dressed. Sara went and got the cleaning stuff, and as we cleaned up, we kept chatting.

"Leggs Sheer Energy. Why, you gonna send me some or something."

"Something like that. I don't think you'll mind the hole in the gusset, but those are soaked. Unless you have another pair handy, you're going to need a new pair.

"Jack baby, a flight attendant doesn't fly unless she has at least three fresh pairs in her go bag."

"Yeah, I forgot. This time though you don't need to go to your stash. I have a pair I think you'll fall in love with. Take those off and I'll be back in a minute."

As I went to grab my bag, the plane erupted in cheers and applause, some that weren't very happy gave me a dirty look. Fuck they knew. One of the attendants came to me and said, "You couldn't have been a little less noisy?"

"We were being quiet, weren't we? I mean with the noise of the plane, we couldn't have been louder than that?"

"Oh hun, at one point, Sara screamed bloody murder. I'm not sure but they may have heard on the flight deck."

"Well shit, sorry about that."

"Don't be hun. That's the most excitement I've had on board my entire career. I'm gonna pry the entire thing out of her, every detail, when we get to West Palm."

"If you must, ask her about the magic fingers." She gave me a puzzled look, then it changed to one of okay.

I got my bag and went back to Sara.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Um, well there's no easy way to say this."

"What"!!

"Everyone on the plane heard."

"What the fuck do you mean everyone heard."

"I guess at some point you screamed like a banshee. When I went to get my bag, the whole plane cheered and clapped. One of your mates came to tell me, she even thinks they heard you on the flight deck, but she wasn't sure. I guess you'll find out later."

"Awe damn, I've never done this before, I never thought something like this would ever happen. What the hell am I going to do."

"Babe, I'm so sorry. So wait, we both just joined the Mile High Club? Here, try these on, you're a medium, right."

"Yes, I'm a medium, What the hell do you mean, we both just joined the MHC? You can't tell me this is your first time fucking in an airplane. Oh, Wolford Fatal 15. That's the seamless ones, right."

"Yes, the seamless ones. Sara, I flew fighter jets. There's not much opportunity to fuck in them, and who would I fuck anyways, I'm the only one in it. Where's the hose you had on,"

"On the seat. Why?"

"Let me have the plastic from the new ones, please. Oh, just a little souvenir and reminder of you and our time together. God, those Wolfords look good on your legs. Lift your skirt, so I can check out that sexy ass in them."

Just then, Rachel came over the com to tell everyone we were landing in 25 minutes, and would be starting our descent. As Sara lifted her skirt, I looked at the sweetest peach I had seen, since I had spied Mom's at the hotel my plebe year at Annapolis. I had to give it a swat and feel, 'cause that's exactly what I wanted to do to Mom. Sara squealed slightly and gave me a slap on my shoulder, hurting her hand more than me, I thought. We went back up front and again everyone gave a cheer and clapped. Sara went beet red, and we just sat and snuggled up and gave each other a passionate kiss.

We landed. Sara and I exchanged numbers. As we pulled up to the jetway, we kissed one more time and said we'd call, then said bye.

Walking up the jetway, my excitement level was on the rise. It had been three years since I last saw Mom and Nat. As I stepped into the gate area, my excitement dwindled a bit. Mom wasn't there and I didn't recognise anyone standing, waiting for someone to get off the plane. This girl came up to me and smiled like she had just pulled off a joke or prank. She was quite hot looking, and her smile kept getting broader, then she spoke.

"Jack, you really don't recognise me, do you?"

"Holy fuck, Natali, is that you?"

"Damn Jack, close your mouth before a fly gets sucked in. Yes, it's me. I know I've changed, but I didn't think it was so much, you wouldn't recognise me."

The last time I saw my li'l sis, she still had the little-girl look, and was still a bit of a brat. Here though, shit fire, she had grown into her womanhood and was drop dead gorgeous, to say the least. Jet-black hair, she got from dad, gray eyes, about 34D breasts, 26 waist, and 34 hips, damn, she was a man-killer.

Nat was wearing a royal-blue corset that had the hooks up the front, from top to bottom. The jeans looked like they were painted on, with black pantyhose on under them, and capped off with red four-inch heels. Her hair was done in my favorite style, French braided. Thank god my uniform blouse came down long enough to cover my dick, because she surely would have seen the wood she was causing in my trousers.

"Sis, it's been three years. You still looked like that little girl. You grew up, and may I say, in the right way. Where's Mom, I was looking for both of you to be here."

"Thanks bro, you're too kind. Mom got called into work. They've got some big project going on, and there was some kind of thing happening that she was taking care of, it was about to go to hell if she hadn't gone in. For some reason it couldn't wait 'til tomorrow."

"Yeah, everything is a catastrophe, then you find out it could've waited a day or two. It sucks, I was looking forward to both of you meeting me here. Come here, give your big bro a hug,"

She did, and I picked her up, letting her feet dangle, giving her a good squeeze. She reciprocated, and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips. It shocked me, we never gave each other a kiss on the lips, it was always on the cheek. Setting her back down, I said, "Come on, let's get out of here." It was around 4:00 or so, and I was hungry.

"So Nat, how about we stop and get something to take home for dinner. What would you and Mom be in the mood for?"

"That could be a loaded question, Jack. How about Longhorn's?"

Cool, porterhouse steak, the big one, I thought.

She gave me her phone. "I have the app. You can order while I drive. They should have it done by the time we get there to pick it up."

She told me what to get for her and Mom and how they liked their steaks cooked. I ordered my large porterhouse and the sides I wanted. As Nat said, it was ready when we arrived. I went in to pick it up. I thought the waitresses were gonna drop the trays of food they were carrying when I walked in. The man in uniform, again. Nat called Mom to let her know we were coming home with dinner ready to go when we got there.

It was so nice to finally be pulling into the driveway. Natali said Mom had just gotten home when she called about dinner, which was maybe fifteen minutes. I told Nat, I would leave my bag and get it after we ate. I was ready to see Mom.

There was Mom, standing at the door. It's a good thing Sis had the bag of food. Mom nearly bowled me over to give me a hag and kiss, the bag would have ended up on the floor.

"My Sailor Man is finally home. How are you, how was the flight?"

"I'm good, and the flight was good, uneventful."

They didn't need to know that it was sexually eventful, nor did they need to know the only thing I had to eat other than breakfast was Sara, so I left it at that.

"Come on, let's go eat," I said. "We can talk and get caught up then. It's been a long time since breakfast, I'm starving."

Mom had the table set, so we sat and got down to eating a great meal. I told them the pilot for my flight was Rachel and we had talked for a minute or so. I let them know little Jack was doing good and growing; to which, Mom asked about pictures. I had to say, "Sorry, no."

Mom talked about her project and how work was going, as well as things going on in the neighborhood, among other stuff. Nat talked about how things were going with her therapy, and was slowly getting back to dancing, working on her balance and strengthening her knee; making sure she was not overdoing things because she didn't want any setbacks.

It was a good dinner, and I just enjoyed being home, and the chat with my family.

Before we ate, I had taken off my blouse so as not to stain it, and sat in my undershirt to eat. I went out to get my bag to change out of the rest of my uniform. My room was somewhat the way it had always been. I had made some small changes as I took time to come home on leave a few times. After I changed, I went downstairs to see what was on tap for the rest of the evening. Both Mom and Natali looked at each other and said in unison, "How 'bout we watch 'Top Gun'?"

"Oh, fucking hell no. You put that shit on and I'm out-a-here"

They knew how much I hated that movie and the fucker that's in it.

"Okay, how about an episode or two of 'Downton Abbey'?" Mom asked.

"Sure, anything's better than a movie with that shithead in it."

What? I'm good with 'Downton'. It was a good show. Though Mary was a bitch, I was happy for Edith when she finally got her dude and outranked Mary. You had to root for Anna and Bates, and Carson and Mrs. Hughes. Then there's Barrow, always getting into a sticky wicket, never did learn his lesson. But anyway.

I went and got one of those half-gallon ice cream buckets, and four beers, put three in the bucket with some ice, and a dish towel to set the bucket on, and the fourth to drink as we started the show. The girls got themselves set up with drinks, and we made for the couch. I sat in the middle, Mom and Sis either side of me.

I popped open my beer and hit play on season one, episode one of Downton. As we watched, the girls curled up and slid into my sides, laying their heads on my shoulders. God, what a way to spend an evening. The meat in a sandwich between my two favorite women. We watched three episodes and it was late. Mom had to work in the morning, and Nat had an early appointment for PT and was going to the studio after. We said our goodnights, gave each other hugs and kisses, and off to bed we went.

Waking up this morning, I was wishing I hadn't shipped my car, but I had really wanted to get home fast. I would have to wait a couple more days for the truck to get there with it. I got dressed to go for a run and realised I didn't have my house key any more. I went out through the garage and carefully, staying out of the beam, checked to see if the code was still the same. It worked, so off I went; two miles out, two miles back.

Fitness had always been a must, and I would have to go to set up a gym membership as soon as I got a chance. Getting back home, I decided to try calling the guy hauling my car. He said he was making good time, and thought he would have it to me by Friday, unless he ran into any traffic between where he was and me, and if it was too late, he'd deliver it Saturday morning. I told him that would be great, and I'd see him soon. The rest of the week was uneventful, as Mom and Natali had work and stuff to do.

Friday came, and we were eating dinner.

The car guy called. "Hey Jack, I've made it to town. Do you want me to deliver your car?"

"Oh cool, that's great. It is a bit late, you okay with the morning?"

"Yeah sure, you good with 9 AM?"

"I'll be here, see you then, bye."

Finally, my car was here. I was no longer a slave to the house. My first order of business was to go get my gym membership taken care of. I just came back in and there was Mom in the kitchen.

"Hey Mom, whatcha got going on this morning?"

"Mmm, hey Bub. I'm having a cup of coffee then I'm headed to the gym."

"Cool, I'll have a cup, too. I need to set up my membership, wanna ride with me and we can spot each other when I'm all set."

"Sure, baby, sounds like fun. It'll be great to have a spotter, and not an ogler."

"I bet. Looks like we have a date then."

We finished our coffees and went to change. I had to wait for Mom to come down, but when she did, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had on this flesh-toned sports bra on with matching yoga pants. The pants had patches cut into them with nylon in the place of the fabric, making skin visible. The cut-outs were in both butt cheeks, outer thighs, and around the calf muscles. No wonder she had oglers, 'cause I sure was one, right then.

Laughing, Mom said, "Oh fuck, not you, too?"

"Uhm, well shit, Mom, you come out with a flesh-colored outfit like that, making it look like you're bare-ass naked, and you don't think any warm-blooded man with a heartbeat ain't gonna react that way?"

Still laughing, a bit harder than before. "Just the reaction and response I was hoping for. The look on your face is priceless."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Damn, Mom. Do you go to the gym dressed like that all the time."

"No, Bub. I just found this at the store and thought I'd give you a surprise, you like?"

"Hell, you know I do. My eyes just about bugged out, and well there's no hiding something else."

"Yeah, guess I got you pretty good, eh?"

We went out and climbed into my Hellcat. This would be Mom's first time in it. The driveway is quite long and straight, so I asked her if she'd like to sorta get a little idea what it feels like to launch off an aircraft carrier.

"Oooohh, hell yeah. Let's do it."

"Okay, you buckled in, just in case."

"Yes."

I got lined up. "When you're ready, salute the launch officer, and we'll be off.

She saluted, and I punched it. I knew she went back in her seat, 'cause I did. If the car

had flight surfaces, we could have taken off, but before we got to the end of the drive, I slowed to a stop, so we could safely turn onto the street. She loved it.

"Is that really what it's like?"

"Did you get pushed back into your seat? Yes? But you have to pull back on the stick to lift off, or you'll fall to the water, die, destroy a multi-million dollar aircraft, and maybe do some damage to a very large ship. Other than that, yes, it feels just like that."

"Yes, I did get pushed back, that was amazing."

We got to the gym and Mom went and got started. When I was set up, I went to join her. She had plenty of guys and even a few women ogling her 'til I walked up to her. They mostly stopped but there were a couple that just didn't care how much they looked. It was kind of starting to piss me off, but I couldn't blame them. Getting done, we headed home, got showers, then had lunch.

There had been something bugging me for years, and needed to ask Mom about it.

"Mom, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Bub, what is it?"

"Well, when I was a sophomore in high school, I heard a story about you that happened shortly after you started working. Was it true?"

"Oh fuck, that got out?"

"I don't know, I mean, all I know is what I heard, so I have no idea of what, or if any of it is true."

"Well, I assume you're talking about something that supposedly happened between my boss and me."

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll tell you the whole story. Maybe it will clear up what you heard."

"About a month into the job, the boss hit on me. I wasn't having any of it, but he kept trying. At one point, he made it very clear that I would have to sleep with him, if I wanted to advance in the company. That pissed me off to no end. Not only was I not attracted to him, but I was 26 and he was, like, 47, and fat, not overly, but still. I knew he was on his third marriage and I had no intention of seeing if he wanted me to be number four. I set out to make a plan. I didn't know if his wife knew of his philandering, so I knew I wanted to talk to her; the only problem was I didn't know when I would get the chance. Then it came to Christmas time. One of the women I worked with said the wife always came to the holiday party the company gave for the employees. Then, I knew when I'd have my chance.

"I don't know if you remember that night or not, but I was dressed to impress."

"Yes, Mom, I remember. You could wear a feed bag and rock it like it was a Vera Wang."

"Thank you, Bub."

"Anyway, at the party, I got a glass of wine and was mingling around a bit. I looked in a direction and got this look-of-death shot my way. I thought, who the hell is this chick and why am I having daggers fired at me. This 30, 32 year old bombshell was the wife of my boss.

"Finding out this was who I needed to talk to, I thought, oh fuck, she's going to rip my head off. I went and got two glasses of wine, went to her, offered her a glass, and asked if we could find a place to talk. I didn't know if she would take the glass and throw it at me, but she accepted it and said, 'Sure, I guess I owe you a talk.'

"We found a little room off by the restrooms and there were a few chairs. We went in and sat.

'Hello, I'm Emma Jean, but please call me Emma,'

'Hi Emma, I'm Rebecca. Call me Becca, okay.'

"I then started to explain, 'Becca, please believe me. Your husband and I have not done anything. My husband just passed a few months ago, and I have not gotten over that yet, and I have no attraction to your husband. I've told him on several occasions to bugger off, that nothing was ever going to happen between us.' She looked me in the eyes and knew I was telling the truth. I then explained how he was threatening me with being stuck in my position if I didn't sleep with him.

"That pissed her off. 'You mean that fat, ugly bastard is saying you won't get promotions or pay raises if you don't fuck his stupid ass. Thank you for being honest with me. I trust you and I want to let you know, that prick just swam into a whole new tank of sharks. That little shithead has dipped his wick in my candle wax for the last time, and he'll be lucky if I let him fuck some skank bitch every so often.'

'Emma, you want to help me set all this up?' she asked.

'Okay, but I have no idea what I can do.'

'Take the day off, oh wait, tomorrow is Saturday. Meet me tomorrow at the office at 10 AM, and we'll go from there.' I agreed, and we left the room, heading to grab another wine, and go sit for the meal starting to be served.