“But I don’t think I’m gonna need them.” (In my opinion having a summer fling is just another fad. And young girls like us are prone to hang o...t with dickheads, so better avoid it, but I wasn’t going to persuade her into or out of anything.)“Oh, c’mon. Maybe they’ll come in handy? Don’t you miss sex? It’s been ... what? Half a year? After you two ... split up? And no sex since.”“There wasn’t much sex then either.” I smiled, blushing, and she cocked her eyebrow suspiciously. “Maybe it’s just not. She broke away from me, falling onto her bed. Her tits heaved as she landed on the cream-colored comforter. Suds ran down my body, more smeared her body, the bubbles slowly popping.“Oh, my god, Sean,” she moaned, staring up at me. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I tried to fight this but ... but...”“I’m just too sexy,” I said, giving her a cocky grin.“You are,” she moaned, her thighs rubbing together. “But you’re my son. This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”“That’s why we should do it,” I. The part directly tied to my cunt. And it was fucking gushing. Forget the three huge cocks invading my orifices, my pussy has never clenched itself so tight with a lights-out orgasm as when I looked over at my husband and saw those first few tears streak down his face. I came so fucking hard I literally passed out. That orgasm washed away any guilt I could possibly muster up as I saw his wimpy little tears as he saw his wife ravished. I have no idea how long I was out. I just remember waking. The plane is still noisy, the seats are still lumpy (though far better than Coach), there's still not much room to move around. I know, I know, I'm a whiner. So sue me. I really don't like flying much.The flight attendant, a pretty Fijian girl whose name tag read Sereana, came by with hot towels to wash away the sleep from our faces, and a few minutes later she came by with some mediocre coffee, some fantastic juice, and a breakfast of small fried 'pancakes', and mango. Quite tasty, though not.