The car ride to the airport was a pattern of tension, with 18-year-old Bobby Smith’s every move met by his mom’s sharp tongue.
“Bobby, did you remember the snacks?”
“Bobby, did you remember your toothbrush?”
Her frustration was palpable, a testament to his perpetual ineptitude. “We’re going to miss the exit,” Michelle yelled, her eyes glued to the road ahead as she maneuvered their minivan through the bustling airport traffic.
Michelle was a 44-year-old soccer mom with a figure that still turned heads, despite the occasional stretch mark and the subtle signs of age. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Her eyes were a piercing brown, and her nose had a slight upturn that made her look perpetually displeased. She wore a pair of black yoga pants that clung to her curvaceous hips and a white blouse that revealed the slightest hint of cleavage, her wedding ring glinting in the harsh airport lights. A small heart-shaped locket nestled in the hollow of her neck, a reminder of the love she held for her family, despite the constant irritation Bobby brought her.
Michelle’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as they approached the airport.
Bobby looked up from his phone, a mix of excitement and dread swirling in his stomach. “What? Oh, shit!” He fumbled with the seatbelt, trying to sit up straight as his mom swerved into the long-term parking lot.
“Finally,” she huffed, slamming the van into park. “Now get out and grab our bags. We’re already late.”
Bobby scurried around to the back, pulling out their luggage as quickly as his lanky arms would allow. “Mom, you know I can’t carry both.”
“Fine,” she sighed, popping the trunk. “But you better not mess up the boarding passes this time. Your grandma’s expecting us.”
He lugged the heavy suitcases out, handing her the smaller one. “I’ve got this.”
Inside the airport, the tension grew palpable as they sprinted to their gate. Bobby checked his watch, his heart racing.
“T-minus five minutes.”
“What?” she panted, her face reddening.
“We have five minutes before boarding closes,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood.
She shot him a glare that could melt ice.
“This isn’t a game, Bobby. We can’t miss this flight.”
They reached the gate just as the last few passengers were boarding. The attendant scanned their tickets with a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. “You’re the last ones,” she murmured before letting them through.
As they found their seats, Bobby’s eyes widened. “Mom, check this out.” He held up their boarding passes. “Looks like my boarding pass was upgraded to free-use status!”
“What the hell?” Michelle snatched the passes, scanning them in disbelief. “This isn’t funny, Bobby.”
The free-use government incentive program started just a few days ago. Select adult men with a history of exemplary service or heroic acts were granted the privilege. A few airlines had rolled out the perk to VIPs on a very limited basis. With the pass, any adult male could request sex from any adult female, at any time, any place, so long as no children are present. While women could theoretically say no, it was highly frowned upon. Michelle had watched the news reports with a furrowed brow, listening to debates rage about consent and the potential for misuse. She’d seen the commercials featuring successful young men flashing their passes with pride, and she couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach for her own son. How would Bobby navigate this new world? Would he become one of the “good guys,” or get lost in the chaos of unbridled desire? She didn’t want to think about it. The very idea made her skin crawl.
But Bobby was already grinning, his imagination running wild. He leaned over and whispered, “Guess I can finally get that upgrade I’ve always wanted.”
She glared at him. “This isn’t a joke. We need to get this fixed.”
“But Mom,” he protested, “you’re the one who didn’t read the fine print. It says right here, ‘any male passenger over 18 with a free use boarding pass can demand sex from any adult female on the plane.'”
“It’s going to be an awesome flight, Mom,” Bobby snickered as he leered at the wisp of lacy white bra visible through the little peephole in her blouse where a button had gotten loose.
Michelle’s face went from red to purple.
“You’re not using me for your little perverted fantasy,” she spat.
Bobby shrugged. “It’s the rules! Whatever, Mom, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other women on board.”
She ignored him, focusing on the task at hand. Michelle stormed over to one of the flight attendants, a stunning blonde with a tight smile and an even tighter uniform. “Ma’am, there’s been a mistake with my son’s ticket. We need to change seats.”
The woman glanced at their passes. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but all the other seats are booked. It’s a full flight today. Plus, you’re in the exit row. We can’t move you.”
“But…” Michelle sputtered.
“Bet you wish we weren’t in the exit row now, huh?” Bobby said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he contemplated all the degenerate possibilities of the extra leg space.
Michelle rolled her eyes and pretended not to hear him. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. But Bobby’s excitement was palpable as he watched the female passengers eyeing him up and down, some of them looking nervous, others with a glint of excitement. He couldn’t help but wonder how many of the women on board had bought into this ‘free-use’ nonsense.
As the plane disembarked from the jetway, a perky brunette flight attendant began her safety demonstration. Bobby couldn’t help but notice her ample cleavage and the way her skirt hugged her curvy hips. The short sleeves of the blouse clung to her toned arms, which were adorned with silver bangles that jingled with every gesture. The neckline was plunging, revealing a generous amount of her creamy, unblemished cleavage. Her hair was styled in a sleek bun, with a few loose strands framing her face and a blue ribbon holding it all together. He could barely make out her name tag: ‘Lucy’.
He leaned over to whisper in his mom’s ear, “This plane isn’t the only thing that just took off.”
“You’re disgusting, Bobby,” his mom quipped.
As the plane took off, Bobby again found himself staring at his mom’s legs, the way her yoga pants clung to her thighs. And when she bent over to grab something from her bag, he caught a glimpse of the top of her panties. They were lacy, a stark contrast to the practicality of her blouse. It was weird seeing his mom like this. But it was also… exciting?
“Bobby, keep your eyes to yourself,” Michelle hissed, snapping him out of his trance. She had caught him staring and was clearly not amused. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked both embarrassed and annoyed.
After the seatbelt sign went off, Bobby took a moment to stretch his legs, casually letting his hand brush against his mom’s leg. She shot him a look that could kill a man at fifty paces. “You stay away from me,” she warned, her voice low and deadly. “Or else.”
He chuckled, sliding into his seat. “Or else what?”
“You’ll wish you’d never been born,” she hissed.
Bobby turned to the older lady sitting next to him. An attractive Meryl Streep type. She had been watching the exchange with a knowing smirk.
“You think she’s joking?” he whispered.
“I hope not,” the lady said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “This flight just got interesting.”
Bobby couldn’t wait to see what kind of ‘fun’ this flight would bring. As the plane reached cruising altitude, Lucy, the smoking brunette flight attendant, came by for the drink orders. She approached with a knowing smile, leaning down closer to him, her ample cleavage pressing against the tray table.
“Need anything, young man?” she asked warmly.
Bobby leaned back in his seat, his heart racing as he surveyed the cabin. He couldn’t believe his luck. “Excuse me, Miss,” he replied as he proudly waved his free-use boarding pass. “Could I possibly get one of those complimentary blowjobs right here? Since we’re in the exit row, I’m thinking it shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
Michelle’s eyes bulged, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. “Bobby!” she hissed, her cheeks flaming. Michelle’s face turned scarlet as the passengers around them began to murmur. She grabbed Bobby’s arm, her grip like a vice. “You will not do this,” she hissed.
Ignoring his mother’s mortification, Bobby continued to address Lucy with a charming smile. “It’s just part of the service, right?” The flight attendant’s smile never wavered, though her eyes danced with amusement.
Lucy looked at him, then at his mom, then back at him again.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said, her smile never wavering. “FDA regulations require us to honor the requests of free-use passengers. Let’s not cause a scene, shall we?” she said, her hand resting on Bobby’s shoulder.
With a dramatic sigh, Lucy unbuckled Bobby’s seatbelt. Michelle’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing. Bobby could see the anger simmering in her eyes, but he knew she was trapped. Bobby had a bona fide free-use pass, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from indulging in his newfound privilege. Lucy knelt down in the cramped space between the seats and unzipped his pants with surprising ease, freeing his cock. It sprang forth, and she took it in her hand, giving it a gentle stroke before leaning in to take the tip in her mouth. Bobby’s eyes rolled back in his head as the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloped him.
His mom’s furious whispers of “What are you doing?” and “This is so inappropriate” were like a symphony of embarrassment that only served to make him harder.
Michelle watched, her own eyes wide with horror, as Lucy’s head bobbed up and down in her son’s lap. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, couldn’t believe she was letting it happen. But the way Bobby’s cock grew and pulsed with each suck, the way he threw his head back and moaned, it was like watching a train wreck. She couldn’t look away.
Bobby’s eyes met hers, and he could see the anger and embarrassment in her gaze. He felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure. He reached out, his hand shaking, and placed it on Lucy’s head, gently pushing her down further onto his shaft.
“Mom,” he begged, his voice strained. “Don’t be mad. It’s just a little fun.”
Michelle’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
The Meryl Streep woman next to her, who looked like a seasoned traveler with her leather jacket and stylish glasses, gave her a knowing look. “Don’t worry,” the older woman said with a wink. “It’s all part of the experience.”
Bobby couldn’t believe this was happening. He was getting a blowjob from a flight attendant on a plane, and his mom was watching. He looked down at Lucy, her eyes closed in concentration, and felt a strange sense of power.
He turned back to his mom. “Mom, holy shit, her mouth feels so goooood.” he moaned, his hand still tangled in Lucy’s hair.
Michelle’s eyes snapped to his, “Well, enjoy yourself Bobb,y because when we get to your grandmother’s, you’re going to be in big trouble, mister.”
But before she could go on, the woman next to him leaned over. “Why don’t you let me help?” she offered, her voice low and seductive. “Your son has such a nice cock.”
Bobby’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what to say. The woman, probably in her late fifties, but still stunning, was offering to join in. He looked to his mom for a reaction, but she just sat there stiffly in her seat, stunned into silence, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She shot him furious glances, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. But she knew better than to cause a scene. Bobby had her over a barrel, and he wasn’t about to let her forget it.
“It’s okay, ma’am,” Lucy said, her mouth still full of Bobby’s cock. “We’re all here to serve the needs of the free-use passengers.”
Without waiting for a response, the older woman leaned in, her hand sliding up Bobby’s thigh. He could feel her hot breath on his skin as she took his cock in her mouth, her grip firm and sure. Bobby’s eyes rolled back in his head as the two women worked him in tandem, their cheeks hollowing as they took turns sucking him off. He’d never felt anything so amazing, so powerful. He looked over at his mom, expecting anger or disgust. Instead, he saw something else entirely. A strange mix of emotions played across Michelle’s face: anger, yes, but also something else. Something that looked suspiciously like arousal.
“Mom,” he managed to say, his voice strained, his sweaty leg rubbing up against his mom’s leg. “You see? It’s no big deal.”
Michelle said nothing, just stared at him with those big, stern brown eyes.
“That’s right,” Lucy said, pulling away for a moment to let the other woman take over.
“Your mom’s just jealous she can’t have some fun too.”
Bobby felt a twinge of something, a hint of satisfaction mixed with his lust. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Maybe she should loosen up.”
The two women ignored Michelle’s protests, focusing solely on pleasuring Bobby. They were like a well-oiled machine, each one taking turns to tease and suck his cock, their eyes meeting in silent agreement.
“You’re such a good boy,” the older woman cooed, her mouth a mess of spit and pre-cum. “Don’t you worry about your mom.”
Bobby could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every stroke of their tongues. He reached out, tangling his fingers in their hair, and pulled them closer.
“That’s it,” Lucy encouraged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Cum for us “
“Oh fuck, Mom it’s happening, it’s really happening!”
Michelle’s maternal instincts kicked in as she gently caressed his back to help welcome his release.
“Go ahead, Bobby, let it out. Lord knows I want to get some rest on this flight.”
“Oh fuuuuckkkk, Mom I’m cumming I’m cumming.”
And then he did, his body spasming as he shot his load all over their faces. They both took it without a single complaint, even seeming to enjoy it. Their faces a stew of cum and makeup.
Michelle sat there, watching her son wipe the cum off Lucy’s face with a napkin and offering her a drink with surprising grace. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride amidst the horror. “At least I raised a little gentleman,” she said through gritted teeth.
Bobby just grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”
He turned to his seatmate, who had just helped fellate him. “I’m Bobby,” he said, his voice smooth. “And you are?”
“Ellen,” she replied, his eyes lingering on the evidence of his recent encounter. They exchanged pleasantries, with Bobby asking about her life and her job as a publisher. She listened attentively, playing along with his charm despite the absurdity of the situation.
As the conversation flowed, Bobby’s eyes kept darting down the aisle. The sight of a young couple, obviously on their honeymoon, caught his attention. They were whispering sweet nothings, completely oblivious to the carnage unfolding around them.
Ellen noticed Bobby’s wandering gaze and smirked. “I’m impressed,” she said. “Most guys would need a bit more recovery time.”
He winked at her. “I’ve always had a high sex drive.”
“Well, if you’re looking for your next conquest,” she said, leaning in, “why don’t you try those two?” She nodded at the newlyweds, a mischievous spark in her eye.
Bobby’s heart skipped a beat. “Seriously?”
“Oh, yes,” she replied, her voice a little too eager. “It’s all part of the fun.”
The bride, Rachel, sat in her aisle seat, her legs stretched out in the cramped economy class. She was dressed in a casual white tank top that clung to her toned body, revealing a hint of the sports bra beneath. Her cutoff shorts showcased her tanned legs, which ended in a pair of wedge sandals with her toes painted a vibrant shade of pink. She’d opted for comfort over style for the long flight, her hair pulled back into a messy bun that allowed a few loose strands to frame her heart-shaped face. Rachel’s eyes were a stunning shade of green, they sparkled with excitement as she whispered sweet nothings to her new husband, Jack.
Jack, a strapping young man with a chiseled jaw, dark hair, T-shirt and cargo pants sat by the window, his hand resting on Rachel’s knee. Rachel looked over at him, her eyes full of love and adoration. They were young and in love, ready to embark on their honeymoon adventure.
Michelle couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as she watched the couple. Her own marriage had lost its spark long ago. She wondered if Jack knew what was in store for him, if Rachel had any idea of the world they were about to dive into. The tension in the cabin was thick, a mix of excitement, fear, and anticipation.
Bobbly watched the couple too, his thoughts racing. “Mom,” he said, turning to her. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
Michelle glared at him, but Bobby was undeterred. He stood up, his boarding pass in hand, and made his way down the aisle. The other passengers watched him with a mix of envy and fear. They knew what was coming.
Bobby stopped in front of Rachel and Jack, his heart racing. “Hi, I’m Bobby,” he said, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. “I couldn’t help but notice you two are on your honeymoon.”
Rachel looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Congratulations,” Bobby continued, his eyes never leaving Rachel’s. “But I’ve got a little surprise for you. You see, I’ve got a free-use boarding pass. ” He held it up, a smug smile playing on his lips. “And I’d like to cash it in.”
Jack’s grip tightened on Rachel’s leg, and she swallowed hard. “What’s he talking about?” she whispered to her husband. Jack’s face paled, but he nodded, understanding all too well.
“It’s part of the program,” he…
