Mile High Mama

Lauren Phillips slips into her brand-new flight attendant uniform and parades it for her stepson Josh Rivers. He whistles and tells her she looks incredible. Tomorrow she starts her first shift on the jetliner, and the nerves are already crawling up her spine. Josh spots an opening: he’ll play passenger so she can run through the moves. Lauren bites, game on. She rolls the cart down the living-room aisle, offering Josh a tiny bag of pretzels. He shifts in his seat and jokes that he’s nervous about takeoff; would she mind helping him relax? Her palm lands on his thigh, rubbing slow circles like she’s calming a jittery flyer. Her wrist brushes higher, and she feels heat radiating through his pants. Josh nods at the fake window. “Could you close that blind for me?” Lauren stretches across him, uniform jacket gaping, tits shoved right against his cheek. He tilts his head so her nipple drags across his lips and catches a shaky breath. “Another passenger request,” he murmurs. “I need a blanket.” She shakes one out, drapes it carefully over his lap—then freezes. Under the thin fabric his cock is standing straight up like a tent pole. Josh grins. “You look so fucking hot in that skirt, Lauren. Can’t help it.” She should pull away, but the thick ridge under her hand pulses, and her own pulse answers back. A minute later she’s straddling him in the recliner, uniform skirt shoved to her waist, panties tugged aside. Josh thrusts up, hungry, and she rides him hard, both of them whispering filthy mile-high promises. Her moans echo like she’s thirty-thousand feet up, legs shaking, uniform still buttoned to the throat while his cum drips down the inside of her stockings.