The Drakes were on their way to Australia for their annual family vacation. Carol and her husband Jon were proud parents of three teenagers. There was there son Mitch, 18, and their 16 year old twin daughters Kate and Allison. The family would be spending the next twelve hours in an airplane and because Jon was a very wealthy man, he always flew his family first class. As they reached their seats, Carol turned to her husband with a loving smile.
"Sweetie, why don't you keep the girls in this row with you. I better sit in the next row back with Mitch. You know nevous flying makes him." She said.
"Good idea." Jon said.
At 39, Carol was a striking woman, with shoulder legth brown hair and long thin legs. Her friends always told her she was a striking image of the actress Susan Surrandon, and indeed she was, with tits and ass to die for.
She took a seat next to her handsome son Mitch, who sat by the window. Their row was at the back of first class, with nothing but a wall behind them. The seats were large and Carol couldn't even see the heads of her husband and daughters, who were in the row in front of them. This, along with the fact that the Drake family were the only ones in first class, made Carol and her son Mitch's row the most private on the airplane. This satisfied Carol a great deal, for she wanted nothing more than to comfort her son privately.
The plane left the ground around midnight. Sitting in the middle seat next to her son, Carol held her baby's hand and rubbed his shoulder as the jet rocketed into the air. Ever since she could remember Mitch had been afraid of flying and like a good mother, she wanted to be there for him.
When the plane reached altitude and the fasten seatbelt sign came off, Mitch felt a little more at ease. Carol looked her boy in the eyes.
"Sweetie, how are you doing?" She whispered.
"Okay, I guess." Mitch answered.
"Why don't you undo your seatbelt and lay your head on mom's lap." She said lovingly.
He did so and looked up into the glowing eyes of his mother. But from his vantage point, the major focal-point was his mother's big pillowy busoms. Carol's twin mounds stretched the fabric of her blouse, hovering like big balloons over her son's face. Kevin, of coarse, was just like most teenaged boys who dream of getting between their mother's legs while their fathers are at work. Which meant that the large matronly breasts were a feast to his eyes and sparked a wave of blood to rush to his young cock.
As Carol stroked her baby's head, a beautiful stewardess, about Carol's same age, arrived at their row.
"Everything okay here?" She asked.
"Fine. My son just gets a little nervous whenever we fly." Carol answered.
The stewardess smiled, gaping down at the young man on his back.
"It's okay, sweetheart, I have a boy about your age who feels the same way about flying. Like you, he knows there's no safer place than his mother's arms." She said.
