A brief waking moment on the airplane

When Justin woke up, he was lying on a soft but kinda lumpy surface that was... Vibrating?

He jumped up, the sudden motion causing his head to throb. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he realized that he was already on an airplane. A small-ish one, maybe, though it sure didn't seem like it: the space was laid out to accommodate luxury seating for only about a dozen people.

He couldn't see the whole interior, however: a floor-to-ceiling curtain was draped across the cabin doors on either end, separating it from the rest of the aircraft.

"He's alive," Ava said matter-of-factly. She was sitting a row over from Justin, alongside Shelby.

"Justin!" His mother's voice sounded relieved... And maybe a little exasperated. She was on Justin's other side, just beside where he was lying. "You're awake--How are you feeling?"

"Ugh... I think I'm alright," the boy replied sheepishly, rubbing his head. Then he took a closer look at what his mother was wearing, and his bleary eyes went wide.

While he was ****, that flight attendant had followed through on her promise to fetch Kelly a new outfit... But it wasn't exactly an appropriate one. The brunette MILF was squeezed into an outfit that would've been scandalous even on her much smaller (and bolder) daughters. A tiny skirt was paired with an equally-tight tank top, showing off plenty of midriff--Not to mention the outlines of Kelly's nipples, a smidge of underboob, and a healthy helping of ass. A pair of thigh-high socks rounded out the look: certainly not something that Kelly would usually wear, but she put them on in an effort to cover up a little more skin. Unfortunately, they only served to make the outfit look even sluttier.

But before Justin could say anything about his mother's uncomfortably-fuckable appearance, the curtain towards the front of the cabin was pulled aside.

It revealed the flight attendants' staging area: a couple of jump seats, some emergency equipment, and food storage. One of the older football players stepped through the curtain, closing it behind him.

"Hey folks," he said, approaching Justin's seat. On the way there, however, he seemed to get distracted: first he gave Ava and Shelby a little wave, then grinned and winked as they blushed and waved back.

Then he moved on to Kelly, nodding and then reaching down to kiss her hand. The older woman gasped, but greedily accepted the attention. When he pulled away, her hand lingered in the air for a moment--Uncomfortably close to the man's crotch. Justin couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw it... Twitch?

Finally, the man made it over to where Justin was sitting. "Hey, kiddo. Feeling better?"

"I... Y-yeah--I mean, it hurts, but..."

"Don't think you have a concussion or anything--And I've seen a few," he replied, after giving the boy a quick look-over. "This wasn't exactly a big hit... You just kinda bailed."

Embarrassed, Justin turned his head away--Only to find Ava giggling at him.

"Look, all you need is a 'lil bit of rest." As he spoke, a flight attendant entered the cabin as well. She was adjusting her skirt as she walked over, and once it was finally in place she got to work tucking a few messy strands of platinum-blonde hair back behind her ears.

She was carrying a bottle of pills, and as she reached Justin she tipped a few into her hand and offered it to the young man. "Take these, hon," she said, practically shoving them into Justin's mouth.

"Um--Okay, I guess," he said, taking the three white capsules without protest. He was about to ask what they were--But the attendant was already gone, practically running as she made her way back behind the curtain. A few seconds later he heard a door, then a giggle, then silence.

Turning around, Justin was ready to direct his questions to the football player instead--But he, too, had rushed off. The large man was chatting with Ava and Shelby, while they jumped excitedly out of their seats: it looked like they were getting ready to take a picture.

Sighing, Justin laid back against the headrest and tried to relax. He sure didn't like the way that athlete was looking at his sisters...

...But he was too tired to yell over there, and way too tired to get up...

...Even as the man stood between the lithe teens, caressing their shoulders...

...And even as his hands moved lower...

...Is he grabbing their... Wait, no, that's not... I can't...

Seeing the man groping and kneading his sisters' thick butts was almost enough to get Justin off his own. But it was too late: the **** had taken hold, and his eyes slid closed of their own accord.