Chapter 82: Devotion
The private jet's cabin was a sanctuary of hushed opulence, the hum of the engines a soft, constant lullaby. The sun was a brilliant, unblinking eye in the sky, casting a golden glow over the plush interior.
Eleanor was talking to her daughter, whose face had fresh white streaks of cum. They kept sliding as she raised and lowered herself, her warm & soft asshole hugging his cock. A wide smile on her face, as she held her phone in one hand, talking to her mother. While the other hand held a glass of champagne, she sipped from it, as she fucked herself on his cock.
Behind her, her son was a statue of poise, holding a glass of champagne himself, his back resting against pillows, other hand on his mother huge soft tit, just watching her take his cock in her ass.
His eyes were locked on the screen, on his grandmother, who was watching this scene with a smile, her face a mix of amusement and approval. Olivia’s voice was soft, her words a mix of filthy and affectionate, as she spoke to her mother.
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The champagne glass clinked softly against her lips, the bubbles tickling her nose as she sipped. Her mother’s voice filled the screen, warm and rich, like the deep notes of a cello. "Olivia, you look absolutely stunning. Is that my grandson’s load covering your face?”.
Olivia’s smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“It is, Mother,” she said, licking a stray drop that had slid close to her lip.
“He’s been very generous today.” She glanced back at Ethan, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Haven’t you, son?”
Ethan just smiled, his thumb tracing a slow circle around her nipple. He could feel her ass clench around him with each movement, her body responding to his touch even as she chatted with her mother.
“Well, I must say, it suits you,” Eleanor said, her voice dry. “You always did look good in white.”
Olivia laughed, a sound that was half-moan as Ethan’s fingers pinched her nipple. “You’re terrible, Mother.”
“And you’re enjoying yourself far too much,” Eleanor replied, her smile softening. “Never in a million years would I have thought my daughter would call me from a plane, just to show me that she’s getting her ass stretched by her son.”
Olivia giggled, a sound that was half-moan as Ethan’s fingers pinched her nipple harder. “Well, Mother, you always did say I was full of surprises.”
Eleanor chuckled, shaking her head. “Indeed, you are. Now, tell me, is he being a good boy? Is he taking care of you properly?”
Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Oh, Mother, he’s being wonderful. He’s so attentive, so...thorough." She opened her eyes, looking back at Ethan, her gaze heavy-lidded and filled with a quiet, smoldering hunger. "He's been fucking me all day, Mother. He's been so good, so... persistent." She emphasized the last word, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr.
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Persistent, you say?"
Olivia nodded, her hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm, her ass sliding up and down Ethan's cock. "Mmm-hmm. He's been filling me up, over and over. He let’s me drink his cum, not like three four ropes of white rope, but like a river, Mother. It's been running down my throat, down my chest, down my legs. He's been so generous, so... *loving*." She leaned forward slightly, her ass pressing deeper into Ethan's cock, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips. "He's been fucking me so good, Mother. I can feel him inside me, stretching me out, making me his."
Ethan watched her, his eyes locked on the screen, on his grandmother's face. He could feel the heat radiating from Olivia's body, feel the slickness of her asshole as she moved on him.
“She exaggerates Grandma, I just make sure anytime she wants me or my cock, I am there.Just the way she makes sure my needs are met. She love me, and I try to mimic a fraction of what my mother does for me. That’s all”, Ethan replied, his hand kneading the bountiful flesh with reverence.
Hearing such a emotional response to a crude statement, Eleanor chuckled, a sound that was warm and approving. “When did you growup to be such a good boy, Ethan?” she asked, her voice rich with affection. “I remember when you were just a little boy, always getting into trouble. Now, look at you—taking care of your mother, making sure she’s happy and well taken care of.”
Olivia could see what her son meant, and it filled her with love
. She reached back, covering his hand with hers, pressing it harder against her breast. “He’s a good boy, Mother,” she said, her voice soft. “He takes such good care of me.”
Eleanor’s gaze flicked to Ethan, her eyes warm. “I can see that. You’re a lucky woman, Olivia.”
Olivia smiled, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Ethan’s fingers began to roll her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through her. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
Eleanor chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you just going to ride him for the rest of the flight or is he ever going to put you on your knees like a good little slut?”
Olivia laughed, a sound that was half-moan as Ethan’s fingers pinched her nipple harder. “Oh, Mother, you know I love it when he puts me on my knees. But I thought you’d like to see me ride him. I look so...” she paused, her hips rolling in a slow circle, her asshole clenching around Ethan’s cock, “...powerful this way.”
“You do,” Eleanor agreed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “But I also know how much you love to bend over and let him take you from behind. You’re a natural-born slut, Olivia. And I’m so proud of you for embracing it.”
Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft, needy whimper escaping her lips , “alright mother. You want me on my knees? You want to hear me beg for it?”
Eleanor’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight, her voice dripping with amusement and approval. “Oh, I want to see you *beg*, Olivia. You were the one who called your mother to show yourself riding your son.” Eleanor’s voice was a velvet caress, her amusement rich with the kind of indulgence that only comes from generations of shared secrets.
Slowly without extricating herself from Ethan's cock, she leaned forward and got down on her knees, one hand still holding the phone, ensuring the camera captured her position Her ass was still impaled on Ethan's cock, her back arched, her tits hanging heavy and full. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust and a hint of mischief.
“Like this, Mother?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Her asshole was a warm, slick tunnel, gripping him like a velvet glove, her body trembling with the effort of taking him so deep. Eleanor laughed, “Yep. Now Ethan get going, let your grandma see some of the deep ploughing your mother keeps bragging about.” She said, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of something darker, something that made Olivia shiver with anticipation.
Ethan's hands, strong and sure, gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He began to move, slowly at first, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole with a wet, sucking sound. Olivia moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back in a dark waterfall. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it moved inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
“Oh, Ethan,” she moaned, her voice a low, needy whimper. “Fuck me, baby. Yeah, use your mother’s ass, enjoy me baby”. Eleanor chuckled at the words, the sight of her daughter so brazenly asking her son to fuck her harder, to use her.
Ethan was still calm, he sipped from his glass and gave a deep thrust.
The sound of his cock slamming into Olivia’s asshole echoed in the cabin, the wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh. His hand tightened around her hip, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her ass, marking her, claiming her.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with a desperate, needy tone. “Have fun with your mother’s ass. Use it, enjoy it. I’m all yours, Ethan. I’m your little slut, your toy. Show Grandma what you can do.”
Ethan’s eyes flicked to the screen, meeting his grandmother’s gaze. He saw the amusement there, the approval, and it spurred him on. His grip on Olivia’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move faster, his cock slamming into her asshole with a wet, obscene sound.
“Oh, fuck,” Olivia moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back in a dark waterfall. He didn’t pound her, but his pace remained steady, his strokes deep in her ass. Olivia just cherished it, while Eleanor smiled with approval.
“Come on grandson, grab her hair, hold her hips. Make it rougher, make it filthy. I want to see you fuck my daughter like a man who knows what he wants,” Eleanor’s voice was a low, commanding purr, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Olivia’s breath hitched as Ethan’s fingers curled into her hair, his grip firm but not cruel. He didn’t yank, but the tension in his fingers sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with desire, her lips parted in a silent plea.
“You like that, Mother?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. “You like watching me get fucked by my son?”
Eleanor’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “Don’t ask me Liv, you started this lewd show. I’m just here to enjoy the show you’re putting on,” Eleanor said. Olivia grinned back, knowing full well that indeed she had started this. Ethan’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat. She let out a quiet, needy moan, her asshole clenching tightly around his cock as he began to move faster. Her tits swayed with each thrust, the weight of them almost overwhelming, but it was a beautiful weight, one that made her feel desired, cherished.
“Oh, Ethan,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me, make this load on my tits slide baby,” she indicated towards the thick creamy layer that adorned her swaying tits.
The cum was still wet, glistening under the cabin’s golden light, the strands of it dripping down her cleavage like molten ivory. Ethan watched as his grandmother’s eyes followed the path of the cum, her gaze lingering on the way it pooled in the valley between her breasts, the way it clung to her skin like a second layer of paint.
“You’re such a dirty girl, Olivia,” Eleanor said, her voice a low, appreciative purr. “I can see why Ethan can’t keep his hands off you.”
Olivia let out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes fluttering closed as Ethan’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just a little more.
“I am, Mother,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet, sultry pride. “I’m Ethan’s dirty little slut. And I love it.”
Eleanor chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement and approval. “I can see that,” she said, her voice warm with affection. “Now, Ethan, don’t be selfish. Let me see your mother’s face when she comes. Let her scream for you.”
Ethan’s grip on Olivia’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move faster, his cock slamming into her asshole with a wet, obscene sound.
“Come on baby, we have hours before the flight lands, give me a while of some good, hard fucking.”
Ethan let her have it, fucking her a bit faster, squeezing her asscheeks with one hand. His other hand was still on her tit, kneading it. He looked over at the phone at Eleanor. “So grandma, you planning to visit?”.
His nonchalant question while he fucked Olivia’s ass made Eleanor laugh , a sound that was warm and rich, like the deep notes of a cello. “Well, Ethan, I was thinking about it. But now, seeing the two of you like this, I think I might need to reconsider my plans.”
Olivia giggled, a sound that was half-moan as Ethan’s cock slammed into her asshole. “Oh, Mother, don’t tease. You know you’re always welcome. Besides, you’d love it here. You won’t need video calls to watch your daughter ride her son’s cock. You can be right here, watching her take it from behind, watching her ass stretch around it, watching her tits bounce with every thrust.”
Eleanor marinated on the thought. Then spoke, “Maybe I’ll plan a visit after you guys return. By the way, where are you flying off too right now?”.
Olivia had to take a moment to think, her mind had been focused on getting her ass stuffed full. “Umm…London , Mother. We’re flying to London. I has a conference there, and I thought he’d tag along, show him the sights, you know?” She giggled, her asshole clenching around Ethan’s cock as he continued to pound into her, his pace steady and relentless.
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “London, huh? Well, that’s quite the trip. I’m sure the two of you will have a wonderful time. Though don’t get fucking on the London Eye, that might be a bit too public, even for you two,” Eleanor said, her voice laced with a hint of warning.
Ethan responded to that, “ Oh, Grandma, you know we’re not that reckless. We’ll find a nice, private place to fuck. Maybe a hotel room with a view of the city. Or maybe we’ll find a quiet alley where I can bend her over and take her from behind, just like you like to watch.”
Olivia moaned at the thought, her asshole clenching around Ethan’s cock. “Oh, Ethan, that sounds wonderful. I’ve always wanted to fuck in public, but I know we have to be careful. We don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
Eleanor laughed, a sound that was warm and rich. “No, we certainly don’t want that. Do have a good time you two. I want stories when I visit”.
She looked at Olivia, whose ass was still stretched around Ethan’s cock, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Olivia, no public blowjobs!
I mean it,” Eleanor said, her voice stern, but her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I don’t want to have to bail you two out of a London jail.”
Olivia giggled, her asshole clenching around Ethan’s cock as he continued to pound into her. “Yes, Mother,” she said, her voice filled with mock obedience. “We’ll be good. We promise.”
Eleanor chuckled, shaking her head. “I highly doubt that, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now, Ethan, tell me about this conference your mother is attending. What’s it about?”
Ethan’s fingers tightened in Olivia’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to get a slutty moan out of her, making even Eleanor whistle. “It’s for the Armani Exchage, gran.
They’re launching their new line of lingerie for the autumn collection,” Ethan said, his voice smooth as he spoke, his cock still buried deep inside Olivia’s ass. His hand was still tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp, her tits swaying with each thrust. “Mum’s going to be the face of the campaign. It’ll be great to see her on the catwalk again,” Ethan said, his voice filled with pride. He could feel Olivia’s asshole clenching around his cock at the mention of her upcoming gig, her body responding to the excitement in his voice.
Eleanor nodded along, “ That’s my girl. She’s always been a natural on the runway, but I can’t help but wonder what kind of lingerie they’re having her model. Something sexy, I’m sure.”
Olivia’s breath hitched as Ethan’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just a little more. “Oh, Mother, it’s going to be *so* sexy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “They’re calling it the ‘Sin Series’—black lace, sheer silk, and enough cutouts to make a man’s eyes roll back in his head.”
Ethan’s cock twitched inside her, he pulled her hair tighter making her look back, “Oh that hurt!” she whimpered, her eyes watering slightly. “Just wanted to remind you, you’re not going up there for other men.”
Eleanor giggled at her grandson getting possesive , her voice was like velvet wrapped around the phone, “Oh Ethan, I’m sure you don’t need to worry about that. Olivia’s always been a woman who knows what she wants. And right now, she wants *you*.” Her eyes lingered on the screen, watching Olivia’s ass being stretched around Ethan’s cock, the way her tits swayed with each thrust, the way her moans filled the cabin.
Olivia’s voice came, “I let you fuck me while I take work calls, I blow you when you work. You seriously think I’ll be up there wondering about other men? Shame on you son!”.
Ethan realised he had not considered that. He saw that there was a slight hurt in her eyes. the possessiveness had just come out of him. She would ofcourse never think of another man. His eyes softened, and he wiped a drop of tear falling from her eye.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I just love you so much. The thought of anyone else touching you, it just... it makes me crazy."
Olivia's heart melted at his words. She reached back, covering his hand with hers, pressing it against her cheek. "I know, baby. I know. And I love you too. More than you'll ever know. But you have to trust me. You have to trust that I only want you. That I only *need* you."
Ethan nodded, his eyes filled with a quiet, intense love. He leaned forward, his lips capturing hers in a soft, slow kiss.
“Okay okay you two lovebirds, I’m still here,” Eleanor’s voice cut through their moment, “I was promised a show, not a romance novel. Olivia , you’re still on your knees, aren’t you? Let me see that ass take my grandson’s cock like the slut you are.”
Olivia paused for a second, to hear her mother ask her so directly , and then she let out a slow, breathy moan. She could feel Ethan’s cock still buried deep inside her, stretching her asshole wide open. She leaned back slightly, her ass still impaled on him, her tits swaying with the movement. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust, her lips parted in a silent plea.
“Yes, Mother,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “I’m still on my knees. Let me just spread my legs a little.” Then she adjusted her phone so there was a clear view of her asshole stretched wide open around Ethan’s cock. The sight was obscene, the way her asshole was glistening with his pre-cum, the way her tits were jiggling with each thrust. The cabin’s golden light caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, made her dark hair look like a raven’s wing spread across the seat.
“Oh, look at that,” Eleanor murmured, her voice rich with approval. “I can practically see the cum dripping down your thighs, Olivia. You’re so wet for him, aren’t you?”
Olivia let herself get fucked. Ethan kept at it, steady and slow. Deep enough to make her belly bulge when he bottomed out. His grandmother enjoyed the show, her eyes glued to the screen as Olivia’s asshole stretched around him. Her swaying tits were a show themselves.
They were full, heavy, and hung low, bouncing with each thrust. The sight of them was mesmerizing, the way they moved, the way they jiggled, the way they seemed to defy gravity. Ethan's hands were on them, squeezing, kneading, pinching her nipples until she was moaning, her asshole clenching around his cock.
"Oh, Ethan," she gasped, her voice filled with a desperate, needy tone. "That feels so good. Your hands, your cock, it's all so good. I can't...I…I…”, and with a content sigh, she came. “Aaah…aahhh…Ethannn… ” Her asshole clenched so tightly around his cock that he could feel it pulsing, milking him, as if it were a living thing, a second heart, beating in time with her pleasure. The sound of her moans filled the cabin, a symphony of need and desire, of love and submission.
Eleanor’s eyes were locked onto the screen, her gaze darkening with anticipation. “Oh, my girl, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
Olivia’s head fell back, her hair cascading down her back in a dark, silken waterfall.Ethan stayed inside, hard. Letting her bask in the glory of her orgasm. His grandmother's voice cut through their moment, "That was beautiful, Olivia.