Thanks for all the feedback for my previous "Danielle" stories; feel free to write and let me know what you think of these!
A few weeks after her life had changed completely by fucking first her sons, then her niece then her sister and brother in law, Danielle figured it was time for a holiday. Her son Billy had opted to stay at home with his cousin Kayla, while his twin brother Jack accompanied Danielle on her two week vacation on the island of Kapthros.
After driving to the airport, checking in their luggage and going through passport control, Danielle and her eighteen year old son Jack settled into their seats on the plane. As Kapthros wasn't a well known destination, there was only a small plane and a limited number of other passengers; most of the seats were empty and Danielle and Jack had two seats together, she at the aisle side, Jack at the window. By the time they took off, evening had settled and the cabin lights were dimmed.
"You okay, honey?" Danielle whispered as she noticed Jack was fidgeting.
"I'm okay, mom." Jack whispered back. "It's just . . . I haven't had you since this morning and I've got a major fucking hard-on for you right now."
Danielle glanced down at her son's crotch where, sure enough, the big lump formed by his twelve inch cock could easily be seen. She reached out and stroked it, running her fingers along its length.
"My poor baby." Danielle said with a chuckle. "I bet you wish you could slide that big fucking thing between these, huh?" she asked, pulling her already low-cut top down even further, exposing her cleavage and most of her tits to her son's gaze. "Bet you'd love to tit-fuck me right now, wouldn't you? Send a big load of cum all over my – "
"Excuse me, madam, sir?"
Danielle and Jack turned to find a pretty airhostess standing in the aisle looking at them. She was a brunette and looked to be in her early twenties at the most; she obviously made the best of the rather plain uniform she had to wear as it was pulled in tight around her tiny waist, making it strain to hold the two large tits she had trapped beneath her blouse.
Danielle smiled at her as she rearranged her top, hiding most of her cleavage. "Can we help you?"
The airhostess looked around the small plane quickly before tuning back to them. "I'm sorry to interrupt but . . . have you ever been in the movies, madam?" she asked.
Danielle grinned as she thought of the eight years she'd spent fucking in front of the camera, living the life of a porno star to the full. "I did some videos a few years ago, yes." She said.
The hostess smiled. "I'm sorry if I've got the wrong person but . . . are you Danielle Daily?"