Flying in semen-stained style

An hour later, after you've all boarded the plane, Cassandra's brand-new, totally-internal testicles still aren't empty. She's giving Jizzi's holes a break, though: she's currently standing in front of Michael's seat, making a valiant effort to stuff her dick down his experienced yet wildly-inadequate throat.

"Can't believe she's still going at it," you quip to April, between kisses. She's sitting in your lap--Not impaled on your cock, but giving its half-hard length a gentle massage with her thick thighs. The first class aisles are spacious enough to allow this kind of doubling-up, of course: in this world, that's practically the whole point of upgrading your plane ticket... And you and your bride are taking full advantage. "She must've come pre-loaded with a full tank of jizz."

"Language, dear," April says, in her best motherly tone.

It catches you off-guard... Those same words you heard more than once at Michael's place, all those years ago... And for just a moment, you think she might be serious.

But then she lets out a giggle, gyrates her hips, and kisses you again. "...Mm... Silly boy..."

"Huh..." Grinning, you grab her ass tightly. "You're kind of a freak, aren't you? Trying to remind me how you're, like, my second mom?"

She shrugs. "It's making you hard. Always does."

Glancing between your (and her) legs, you can see that she's correct. To drive the point home, April reaches down and runs a finger around your oozing cockhead.

"Ah... I mean, yeah... You know I like that taboo shit."

As soon as the words come out of your mouth, you know that they sound odd: the word "taboo" still exists in the universe you now call home, but it isn't familiar, everyday language to someone like April. It's just not a very relevant concept; the fact that you get aroused by incestual or near-incestual relationships isn't unusual, though the importance you place on it is.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to the moment, you smoothe things over with another kiss... Then another... And before you know it, you and April are kissing, groping, and stroking just as passionately as two newlyweds can.

But after a few minutes, you hear some moans beside you--And realize that you aren't the only ones locked in a passionate embrace. Cassandra is no longer facefucking Mike: she's leaning way, way down to kiss him, as thick, slimy ropes of spit and jizz connect their plush lips.

Michael has her cock in his hands, pointed downwards, pumping slowly... Milking her like an animal, eyes closed as his dainty hands dance up and down over her thick, pulsing meat. A puddle of translucent white pre-cum is forming on the floor of the plane, a fresh dollop splashing down into it with every stroke.

You're aware that the crew of this aircraft are well-equipped to handle this kind of spill--But today, that's not their job. Pulling away from your wife for a moment, you look over at Jizzi.

The freshly-minted bimbo brat is absolutely collapsed into her seat: totally naked, her arms and legs hang limply from the plush chair, while semen oozes from her slack-jawed mouth, pussy, and asshole.

You're about to call out to her--But then you realize that's not your job.

"Miss Cassandra," you hiss, reaching out and tweaking Cass's nipple as she towers over Michael.

She lets out a gasp, shoots another splurt of pre-cum, then locks eyes with you. "...Huh? Um, yes, sir?"

"You're making a mess. Who should be cleaning that? And who should be making her?"

"Oh--" Cassandra looks down, then back up, then over to Jizzi. "Oh! S-sorry!"

"Relax, dear," April chimes in, still bouncing slowly on your lap. "It's your first day. But you should get on it, or my new sandals are going to get wet." She eyes the puddle, which is slowly creeping towards your seat.

"Yes, of course... Ma'am," Cassandra says, before raising her voice: "Jizzi!"

"...Mm... Wha--Mmgh..." The **** girl shifts in her seat, opens her mouth to speak, then chokes on the cum which was pooling there. She swallows, wipes her eyes, then turns to Cass. "...Gmph... Um... What..."

"What's your name?"

"Huh? Pe--Jizzi," she stammers.

"That word you were about to say had better've been 'pet,' or so help me..." Putting on a stern expression, Cass points at the ground. "...Do what you do best, Jizzi."

Half-clambering and half-collapsing, Jizzi drops to the floor without complaint. Shimmying between Cassandra's legs, she begins lapping at the large (and growing) puddle. But she soon realizes that her efforts aren't enough to hold back the tide of fluids, and switches from licking to slurping. Within moments, her absurdly-fat lips are glazed-over, and the lake of goop begins to shrink.

"Good girl," Cassandra says, reaching down to spank her less-obedient employee... Then immediately giving Michael another kiss.

"She's not doing a very good job treating them equally," April whispers to you, stroking your hair as you both watch the lewd display. "If there's one thing I learned parenting Mike and Carol, it's that even when only one child is acting out, you have to let them both know that you love them."

"Well, you're a great mom--But Mike and Jizzi aren't Cass's children," you reply. "They're ours, technically... Cass is their manager. When an employee isn't meeting expectations, she doesn't get a bonus."

"Maybe we just need to give Jizzi more opportunities to shine?" Ever the optimist, April smiles down at her former husband. "Michael and Cassandra are clearly attracted to one another. Jizzi just needs to find her own role as a woman in this family."

"Hm... Good point. That'll take time, but I have a role she could fill for now..." You give April another kiss, then gently poke Jizzi with your foot. "Hey cumslut! Come lick your mom's big, perfect ass."

"Huh?" April looks surprised--And even more surprised as she feels Jizzi grab her hugely-enhanced cheeks, spread them apart, and stick her tongue between them. "Oooh! Oh my--Mmm..."

"Ah, fuck... I knew I'd like the way that makes you squirm," you groan, your cock coming to full hardness between April's thighs. "...Mmm... Hey... Wanna fuck again?"

April gives you a shakey smile, then plants her knees on either side of you, lifts herself up, and--

"...Oooh... Baby..."

Your moans fill the first class cabin... April's cries are in close competition with Cassandra's grunts, but you're all winners here.