Relaxing like royalty in the Executive Plus Lounge

When you and your family stepped into the Executive Plus Lounge, a dozen heads turned your way. It's an impressive sight, after all: one rather generic young man escorted by a mega-milker MILF, a fidgety femboy, a bratty babe, and a fearsome futa.

Now, though, twice as many eyes are locked onto the Summer squad. Again, this should be no surprise: you're making quite a racket.

"--Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuck--Nonono, there's n-no way--Aaah, fucking--" Jizzi is screaming her feminized heart out. Not an ounce of the calm, middle-aged man she used to be is shining through: in this moment, as Cassandra penetrates her inch by coke-can-thick inch, she's nothing but a hysterical teen fuckdoll. "--Jeeeeezus Christ, you're not even a quarter, what the fu--"

"Ungh... Quiet down, c-cumdump," Miss Cassandra grunts, her voice growing more confident with each passing second... And with every inch that shoves its way into Jizzi's toned (though currently very distended) belly. "...People are trying to enjoy the lounge... So, um... Mmm... Shut up and t-take my cock, okay? Mmmm..."

The nude, sweating redhead trails off into a moan as Mike kisses her. Your femboy friend has one hand on Cassandra's breast, playing with her nipple and occasionally planting a kiss on her plump lips. His other hand is stroking his former-father's stomach... Caressing the massive bulge beneath, as it slowly forces Jizzi's organs aside.

"...Mm..." Mike moans into his new mistress/girlfriend's mouth, his fingers dancing across her skin-sheathed member. The motion makes Cassandra tremble with pleasure, and then-- "Ah!"

Cass suddenly slaps her hand down on Michael's oversized ass, spanking him hard enough that he nearly topples over onto Jizzi.

"Don't think I've f-forgotten your teasing on the way here," your harem-mistress says, grabbing the back of Michael's head as she continues slow-pounding her human cocksleeve. "You knew I w-wasn't allowed to discipline you yet... Ungh... And y-you used that to your advantage, huh? Making me spurt all over the car?"

"Uh... Yeah..." Mike bites his lip as Cassandra keeps a firm hold on his neck. His eyes are glistening with fear and desire: this is a totally new side of the redheaded film student, and he's here for it. "...I'm sorry, I just... I wanted to see if you..."

"If I liked you? If your tight little body and big, fat ass could make me ooze all over the damn place?"

"...Y-yes..."

"Yes what?"

"...Yes, miss..."

"Good enough." Turning Mike around and pushing him over, Cassandra smiles as the curvier of her two cumdumps ends up face-to-face with his bratty bimbo dad. "Why don't you make out with Jizzi and think about what you've done--And arch your back a little. Give me something to play with."

Several feet away, you smile and lean back as Cass starts beating your friend's ass like a drum. "Damn... This is going pretty well, huh?"

"Mm-hmph!"

Looking down between your legs, you meet April's bright, loving eyes while she works her inflated lips up and down your cock. It's a familiar sight, and possibly the best one in the world--This world, or any other.

April's a master at making her feelings known, even with a mouthful of cock. Her pride is obvious: pride for her feminized son, her ex-husband-turned-daughter, and her bright new futa friend.

But most of all, she's proud of her husband... Proud of you... To be with you, and to see you take charge and turn her family into exactly what you want. No matter how ****, how perverted... You want it, and so she does as well.

"I'm so fucking lucky," you groan, before unloading in her mouth.

"...Mm-mm..." April makes a concerned noise, then pulls away: she has something to say that can't be communicated while swallowing jizz.

Aiming your cock between her breasts, she deftly milks your balls into her cleavage as she continues: "...Ah... I'm the lucky one, dear."

"N-no way--Fuck--"

"No arguments." With that she leans down and plunges your cock back into her throat, purring happily as you finish shooting your load.

Closing your eyes, you revel in the sensation while listening to the absolute mess that Mike, Cass, and Jizzi are making right next to you. There are moans... Slaps... Screams... And a startlingly-loud SPLUUURT that draws a few gasps from the spectators in the lounge.

I hope this plane never fucking leaves, you think, grinning silently as April cleans you... One long, patient lick at a time.