Our family was going on vacation together to Hawaii. We were flying together from Seattle, but my father was on a business trip in the Midwest. My stepmother Jennifer and I flew to Seattle and were planning to rendezvous with Dad in the morning, meeting him as he flew in from Omaha, and then the three of us would hop on the plane to Kona.
Jennifer and I arrived in Seattle midafternoon the day before, and both of us noticed the crowds at the airport. “Holidays, I guess,” my stepmother said, shrugging her shoulders and grinning at me. She was a short, curvy lady of vaguely 40 years, with long flowing brown hair, flashing blue eyes, and a wicked smile that hinted of things that I never allowed myself to think about. She was dressed in comfortable travelling clothes- yoga pants over her shapely legs, and a t shirt and hoody that didn’t do much to conceal her very large breasts. In fact, sitting beside her in the cramped airplane on the flight in, her boob kept pressing into my arm as we flew, pretty much any time either of us moved. It felt nice, but I made a show of moving away from her the first time it happened. She sighed and looked at me. “Sorry I keep touching you. Dangers of flying. Better you than him.” And she rolled her eyes at the guy on the other side of her seat, so obese fat fuck. She leaned in to me and whispered. “So just expect me to be half in your seat the whole trip, love. I really don’t want to touch that guy.” I grinned and nodded, and she leaned into me unabashedly, her breast smashing around my arm. “You do feel nice.” Jennifer whispered. “Strong young muscles. I wish your father had those.” I chuckled, flexed my arm a little so she could feel it, then went back to my book.