CHAPTER 79

A few minutes after all the Douglases fell asleep, Vicky came by to tell them that the plane was beginning its descent to Honolulu. Somewhat amusingly, she'd put a hat back on as a reminder that she still was a flight stewardess, but that and her high heels were all she had on.

Since Lisa was the only one awake, she obviously didn't want to wake the Douglases up to tell them that news.

Instead, Lisa stood up and walked a short distance away from the Douglases to give Vicky another update on how the family was progressing. There wasn't a whole lot for them to talk about this time, especially since Vicky had peeked on the group a couple of times in the last half hour. Vicky had made a conscious decision not to let her presence be known at those times, for fear that she'd get drawn back in. She was mindful that she was supposed to be spending more time with the other two families.

As it happened, the Douglases didn't get to nap for very long. Lisa buckled each of them in their seats without waking them up. But as the plane started its descent, the flight got bumpy and their ears popped from the change of altitude, causing each of them to wake up.

They slowly came back to full consciousness as the plane kept slowly descending.

Sandy was the first to fully wake and open her eyes. She looked around and saw that Lisa was sitting in the aisle seat, with an apparently still sleeping Darrin in between.

It was a disorienting moment, to see a woman as incredibly gorgeous as Lisa just sitting there. Then she got an even greater shock seeing her son even closer, wearing nothing but his "Big Man" T-shirt. It all came rushing back to her in a flash: the nudity, the constant humiliation, and especially the frequent blowjobs.

But unlike when she woke earlier on the plane flight, she didn't feel a great surge of guilt or worry this time. Instead, she felt a wave of lust and happiness wash over her. She stared at her son's penis, which happened to be flaccid, and thought, Holy cow! This is all for real! Really, really real! I've pledged to be my son's personal slut! Not just that, but his personal, big-titted, cocksucking slut! And Janey has too! It's all too incredible to believe, but it's happening! We're going to live in a true sexual paradise!

She quietly asked, "Hey, Lisa? Where are we? When are we landing?"

Lisa was fully awake and waiting for such questions. "I don't know the 'where' exactly, except to say 'close to Honolulu.' Vicky came by a while ago to give me an update. Based on that, I'd guess we have about ten minutes until we land."

Sandy bolted up in her seat in alarm. "TEN minutes?! Goodness gracious!" She turned to where a window would have been, since she was in the "window" seat. "Where's a damn window?! I want to see outside!"

Even though she didn't regret her recent actions, she only felt safe doing those sorts on things in the safe "coccoon" of their little area in the back of the airplane. The idea of returning to the outside world was extremely distressing to her. She'd been so transported into her sexual world that she almost couldn't imagine walking around Honolulu in full sight of strangers.

Lisa said, "Sorry. As I think you know, there isn't a single window on this plane outside of the pilot's cockpit, and you shouldn't go in there. Remember that this is a cargo plane. Why put in windows for the cargo?"

Sandy sighed. "But if it's ten minutes, we're in trouble!" She looked down at her body. "I'm NAKED, for one! And you are too! And my kids!"

Darrin lifted his head somewhat and rubbed his eyes. He looked to Sandy. "Hey, Mom! You ARE naked! Still! And boy, do you look great!" He smiled from ear to ear.

Sandy grumbled, "There's no time for that! We have to get some clothes, fast!" She actually covered her pussy with one hand and her nipples with her other arm, until she remembered how pointless that was, given all she had been through recently.

She blushed profusely as she revealed her private parts again. God, how humiliating! I'm his SLUT now! One of his soon-to-be three personal, big-titted, cocksucking sluts! It's a little late to worry about modesty! And I don't even regret a thing. That last cocksucking was prolonged and glorious! All of them were. Heck, I wish I could suck on him some more this very minute. But we're going to be getting off this airplane! What'll happen then?!

Lisa teased her, "Well, you remember that brownie point system we were talking about earlier, don't you? Darrin, how many points would you say she earned by now?"

He rubbed his chin. "Hmmm. That depends. How much are the points actually worth? What clothing options does she have? Maybe she's earned a hat like the one Vicky is wearing. Just the hat!" He chuckled.

Jane, sitting in the front row, popped her head over to look at everyone in the back row. Like Sandy, she'd woken up in a fairly good mood, without feeling overcome by guilt or regret. But she also was concerned about the prospect of arriving in Honolulu.

In fact, she was growing increasingly worried as the situation sank in. "Hey, Brother, this is NOT the time for joking around! I'm buck naked too! And our plane is going to be landing in TEN MINUTES?!"

Lisa realized there was a time for sexy teasing, but this wasn't it, at least not without giving mother and daughter some reassurances first. So she said, "First of all, relax. Walking buck naked through the airport was a fun fantasy when we talked about it earlier, but it's totally unrealistic in reality." She looked to Darrin. "Sorry, Stud, but that's not gonna happen."

He griped, "Awww, shucks." But he said while grinning, "Come on, Mom and Sis. I knew that. I love you, and I'd never make you suffer."

Sandy and Jane were somewhat mollified, but they were still unsettled and unhappy. Each time either of them woke up from naps, their arousal level was a lot lower than when they'd last been awake. Even though they weren't feeling very regretful, they still were far from "insanely horny."

The worst aspect was thinking about all the strangers they would be seeing in Honolulu. Both of them felt dangerously exposed, as if they already had arrived at the airport.

As a result, it was all Sandy could do to keep her hands off her privates, especially with her son sitting next to her in just his T-shirt. She reached to his lap and carefully tugged his shirt over his flaccid penis.

For a few moments, she felt almost woosy with desire, as she recalled the great pleasure she felt sucking him off. But that feeling passed, and she thought, Not now! There's no time for that. This is a crisis situation!

She'd fundamentally changed as a person over the course of the day. She was totally addicted to sucking her son's cock, and she knew it. She also knew that her craving to suck was so strong that she would begin salivating and tingling with lust if she saw his penis engorge, no matter how tired and/or sexually satiated she was feeling.

She pondered her new lot in life some more. It's so very frustrating to find my willpower has been totally broken. My son has tamed me, and he essentially owns me. I'm his sex pet! That SHOULD upset me. But it doesn't. In fact, it's kind of upsetting how unbothered I am, if that makes sense. Ugh!

She easily recalled the extreme pleasures she enjoyed, and even the constant mental satisfaction of knowing that she belonged to her son now in some still undefined but fundamental way. Despite her frequent fear, worry, and near-constant humiliation, over the course of the day, overall, she wouldn't have changed the day's events if she could have.

Jane was similarly overcome by shame at her nudity, due to the fear of their impending langing. She was glad that she was sitting in the front row, so she could poke her head over the seatback and see the others without any of her naked body being seen.

Just like Sandy, Jane took some moments to ponder her new lot in life. Whoa! It's such a mind-fuck to realize that I'm one of my brother's personal sluts now. My skinny, scrawny, geeky little brother. But he's also hung like a horse, and I love him. I'm IN love with him! God, that's so bizarre, but I can't deny it. And I don't just love him some; I love him with every fiber of my being.

It's like... I felt that way for months now, maybe years, but I was in denial. He was my brother, after all, and his ordinary looks made him unworthy for a hottie like me. But now, it's like the scales have fallen from my eyes. It's all so crystal clear to me. How could I have been so blind?! He's my soulmate! All I want to do is kiss him, and hug him, and suck his cock forever and ever!

Phew! It's a damn good thing I feel that way, because I think I pretty much pledged myself to him. Maybe for life! And what's beyond incredible is that I didn't even take a second to doubt my decision. Even now, I don't doubt it. It feels so right. It can't possibly be any other way. It's like... I belong to him. I belong on my knees between his legs, devoutly slurping and bobbing away, with Mom by my side!

But I can't think about that now. This damn rustbucket of a plane is about to land! Holy shit! We're going to have to pretend to be normal, in an airport full of people! Fuck! I can't deal with that. I just want to stay right here forever. This plane used to be seriously scary, but now I feel safe and loved here.

Lisa said to the fretting mother and daughter, "First off, you'll be glad to find out that you don't have to walk naked or nearly naked through the airport, because you won't have to go through the airport at all. We're a charter flight, and we're not crossing international borders just to get to Honolulu. SI has long had an arrangement where we can drive a car onto the tarmac and whisk you and the others away, just like you were a business mogul or CEO."

Sandy sighed with tremendous relief. She was surprised. "Are you serious?! You can do that?!"

"Sure."

"But what about the security?!"

"That's for getting on a plane, remember? Besides, we'll be treated like VIPs. Have you ever seen any famous people trudging through the airport crowds? Not the really famous ones at least, because they fly on private planes. Of course, it'll be different at the end of tomorrow's flight. We'll be entering the Marshall Islands, a separate country, so we'll have to go through customs and all that."

Lisa looked back and forth between Sandy and Jane. "That's the good news. The bad news for you two is that you've officially accepted Darrin as your man. That makes you his big-titted mommy-slut and sister-slut, respectively. Are you still okay with that, or do you take that back?"

Sandy took a few moments to think that over, just to be sure. She felt extremely embarrassed about it, but she thought, I know it's beyond bizarre, but this lifestyle fits me like a hand in glove. I know that it's incredibly shameful, and crazy, and probably wrong, maybe even illegal... but I can't help myself! Already, I can't imagine going back to normal. I've never felt so complete, so happy, so right, as when I'm sucking on my son's cock!

He's my son, but that's what makes it so good! I could never feel this strongly about anyone else, not even Dennis. I swear, thinking about how he's my son even makes his cock taste better!

Unable to make eye contact, she said, "Well, no, not exactly..."

Lisa raised an eyebrow.

Squirming with even more embarrassment, Sandy said, "No. Okay? There, I said it."

Lisa prodded, "That makes you...?"

Sandy's face turned even redder, and her arousal started to grow. She shut her eyes and bowed her head. "I'm my son's slut! His sexy personal, big-titted, mommy-slut, okay?"

Lisa was secretly pleased. But she prodded some more. "So, what if he tells that his penis is feeling stiff and needy this very minute?"

Sandy frowned severely. "Now?! With the danger of arriving in Honolulu soon, and all that?"

Lisa nodded. "And all that."

Sandy made eye contact with Darrin. "Son, I hope you don't say that, because we've got to get ready. But if you did, well... I guess I'd have no choice but to squish down in the cramped space between your legs, and... uh, take your cock in my hands, and... and..."

Lisa pressed, "And...?"

Sandy shamefully lowered her head and shut her eyes tight. "And... I'd take his huge, thick horse cock in my mouth, stretching my lips painfully wide. And I'd start to bob and suck on it, because... because... that's what good mommy-sluts do!"

"Very good!" Lisa said, like a proud and approving parent.

Darrin had been sitting there silently, but he turned to face Sandy as best he could and grasped her enormous tits from below.

That caused her to open her eyes and jerk her head up in alarm. She was very anxious about time running out, and felt there was simply no time left for starting any more hanky panky.

He stared deeply into her shining green eyes. "Mom, thank you so much for reaffirming that. I love you more than words can say! I promise you, I won't ever let you down." Then he leaned in and kissed her mouth.

It was a rather tame and short French kiss compared to their previous ones, due to her reluctance and relative lack of existing arousal, as well as the shared concern about running out of time. But the fact that she shared an open mouth kiss at all was significant. It was a reaffirmation of everything that had happened and where they were going with their lives.

When it ended, she just shyly muttered, "I love you too, Son." She felt even more embarrassed from having to say anything at all.

To her great relief, Lisa redirected everyone's attention by saying, "And what about you, Jane? Do you want to renounce your declaration from earlier?"

Jane had had time to think some more while the focus had been on Sandy. Her thought process was similar: she was highly embarrassed at all she'd said and done, but, upon reflection, she didn't want things to go back to how they'd been before. It was upsetting to even consider a future in which she didn't belong to her brother and suck his cock every day.

So she said, as she made eye contact with her brother, "No, I'm not going to renounce anything. Brother, God knows it's friggin' weird to think of myself as your 'sister-slut,' but that's what I am!"

He was still holding and lightly fondling his mother's huge melons. But he turned his body to face Jane and he clutched his hands in the air in her general direction, like he was fondling an invisible pair of huge breasts.

Jane rolled her eyes, but she knelt up much higher in her seat, until her F-cups were up above the top of the seatback in front of her. Despite pretending to be miffed, she adored his fascination with her breasts. After all, "big-titted" was an essential part of her new identity, and they did wonders to help arouse him.

He smiled from ear to ear as he reached out and cupped her hefty globes from below, exactly as he'd just been doing with Sandy's rack. As he lightly caressed them, he made a funny noise like the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street: "Nyum, nyum, nyum, nyum, nyum, nyum!"

That made Jane giggle, and helped to lighten the overall mood.

Then he said sincerely, while still caressing her flawless globes, "Sis, I want to thank you so much as well for reaffirming that. I love you more than words can say! I promise you, I won't ever let you down. I know I just said almost those exact same words to Mom, but they apply exactly equally to you too. I don't want to play favorites."

"Thanks." She puckered her lips in expectation of a kiss.

He had to stand up, since she was up much higher than him. He did so.

He and Jane shared a much longer and more passionate kiss than the one he'd just shared with Sandy. As "merely" his sister, she was less weirded out about committing to him, and she was considerably more aroused after watching what he'd said and done to Sandy.

While that kiss was going on, Lisa leaned behind him, well into his seat space, so she could lean way over towards Sandy. She took one of Sandy's hands and brought it to one of his ass cheeks, only about half covered by his T-shirt. As she did so, she whispered to her, "You're so lucky!"

Sandy reluctantly fondled his ass cheek, but it felt strange to do so in her more subdued mood. It would have been different if it was his dick. She would have had no reluctance then. She whispered back, "Lucky?"

"Yes, lucky." Lisa expectantly held her hand out for Sandy's other hand, which was out of reach.

Sandy brought that hand close, until Lisa grabbed it.

Lisa guided that hand until it was touching his penis.

Sandy was surprised at just how good that made her feel, especially considering that it was still only half-erect and they didn't have time at the moment for more fooling around. But somehow, merely touching it was reassuring to her. She thought, in a matter-of-fact way, This is how it's going to be from now on, isn't it? I'll always have his cock on my mind, like a mother thinking about her newborn baby. I'll be thinking about where he is, who's he with, if he's erect or not, if there are any hotties taking care of it. And not only that, but if so, how many and how well! Phew! Life sure is going to be different.

Lisa waited until Sandy was tentatively fondling his ass in back and his flaccid penis in front, and then whispered some more, "It feels good, doesn't it?, Comforting and relaxing for you, right? Even when he's all or partially flaccid. He's still pretty thick in this state, isn't he? In Napali, all the other big-titted mommies will be green with jealousy that you get to bob on him every day and every night."

Sandy smirked almost wickedly at that reminder. Aaaah! I can't wait! It makes my mouth water, just thinking about it. God, I wish so badly that he was stiff again right now!

She looked up at him, still making out with Jane and playing with Jane's big boobs. It aroused her greatly to see that. She merely muttered back to Lisa, "Mmmm."

Lisa added, "And speaking of those other moms, they'll have plenty of opportunities to be jealous, since they will see you in action on a regular basis. For instance, let's say your family becomes friendly with the family next door, and you all get invited over to dinner. Even if you arrive there fully clothed, it would be fully expected for you to strip naked down to just your high heels and spend your time slobbering and slurping away between your son's legs whenever his dick gets stiff during dinner. And of course, the other mom will do the same for her son when he gets stiff. The two boys will probably chat about school gossip after dinner while both moms endlessly titfuck and suck and serve. That's just how life goes over there."

Sandy was shocked by those comments, but also greatly aroused. She thought, Of course! It makes perfect sense. So very much cocksucking! But I love it! She didn't mention Janey and the other daughter. I'm sure they'll end up naked and kneeling too. By the end of the evening, all four of our faces will be doused in spermy cream, I'll bet! Luckily, they're next door, so the "walk of shame" back home will be a quick one.

Her arousal continued to grow as she vividly imagined that scenario. She looked to Darrin. He'd broken the kiss with Jane, but only so he could lower his head and lick and kiss all over her massive tits. She smiled approvingly.

As she continued to watch him while idly fondling his semi-erect dick as well as his ass cheeks, she thought, I call him "my big man," but at this point he's rather thin and undeveloped. He's still growing into his body. It's like he looks a couple of years younger than he really is, whereas Janey looks a few years older than she really is. So it's startling to see him possessively fondle her, with her fully developed hourglass-shaped centerfold body. Much less when he does the same to MY body! Good Lord! The way he possessively kisses me, and runs his hands all over my totally naked and helpless body like he owns it... UNGH! It makes me too hot!

Gaawwwd! It's ironic. For most of the day, I cursed at how damn long this plane flight was taken, given the stifling heat and the forced nudity and all the rest. But now, I wish it would take us another hour or two before landing, just so I could give him another nice long hummer, with Jane at my side and doing her part. I know I'm kind of obsessed and addicted, but I don't care. It feels good!

Lisa interrupted Sandy's thoughts to whisper, "I'll bet you're thinking about sucking him, aren't you? Sucking and slurping on his impossibly thick cock! Kneeling naked in just your sucking heels, with Jane hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder next to you, the two of you taking turns bobbing on him, the tears streaming down your faces... Stretching your lips so wide, your tongue dancing on his hot skin, getting blissed out in a rhythmic bobbing groove, feeling his hands running through your hair, hearing his sexy moans of approval... Why even just the smell of his cock and your wet arousal is a heady rush! It really is the best, isn't it?"

Sandy moaned lustily, "Mmmm! It is!" Those words set her arousal level up another notch or two and got her licking her lips and almost drooling.

Lisa continued her whispering, "Yes, I'm going to be green with jealousy too. Sure, I'll get to suck him a decent amount these next couple of weeks. At least I hope I will. I'm going to glory in the joy of being one of his big-titted sluts, even if it's as just a temporary guest slut. But then, long after I've had to go back home, you'll be living with him permanently. Every single monring, you'll be able to wake up, put on something sexy just to please and arouse him, and then take it off mere minutes later after getting him thick and stiff!"

She chuckled. "And then you can just... feast! Mmmm! YUM! Lying in his bed with your face in his crotch, totally devoted to serving his cock, bobbing and even choking and gagging on his magnificent thickness for who knows how long! And that's just before breakfast!"

Even though Darrin's penis stubbornly refused to get fully erect, Sandy was getting increasingly turned on while playing with it, thanks in large part to Lisa's comments. She kept on salivating and licking her lips. She spent more time fondling his balls, since she knew he enjoyed that even when his penis wasn't responding. Her hand on his ass also explored into his ass crack.

Sandy thought, Mmmm! A good Napali day is a very busy cocksucking day! One where I suck him so much that my jaw is constantly sore and my breath is spermy. Which is going to be every day! I sure hope so!

Lisa would have said more, trying to get Sandy even hotter, except that Darrin abruptly ended his kissing and tit fondling session with Jane and sat back down in his seat.

That forced Sandy to stop playing with his ass. But she was so worked up that she kept on fondling his balls, even though he overtly looked down at what her hand was doing for the first time. Her lust was battling with her shame, and lust was winning

Lisa then tapped on his shoulder, and asked him, "Do I get a kiss too? After all, I'm not family, but I get to be one of your official sluts for a little while, don't I?"

That made him smile widely. He looked Lisa's naked body up and down as she sat there, and marveled at his incredible fortune. It's like she's Mom's twin sister, almost. She's that stacked and sexy!

He told her, "You sure do!" He leaned in and necked with Lisa while fondling her G-cup-sized tits for the next minute or two. He could sense the plane was continuing to descend, but he was in no hurry to get ready for arrival. He figured Lisa was on top of things.

As they made out, he thought, I should take full advantage of her being my slut, as long as I can. She's a total babe, even by Napali standards! And she wears red high heels! I finally get it and realize how impressive that is. That's like being a professional athlete in the "sport" of fellatio! I hope in the next couple of weeks I'll be able to frequently enjoy the tongues of Mom, Sis, and Lisa all at the same time!

The French kissing would have gone on for much longer, except that Lisa broke the kiss. "Oh dear! I almost forgot about the time! Let me finish explaining something. Can I?"

Darrin nodded and withdrew his wandering hands. He looked down to his crotch and grinned at how his mother had one hand playing with his balls while the other one continued to try to coax him dick to full size.

Lisa went on, to Sandy and Jane, "Now, I was starting to say that the good news for you is that you don't have to actually do a walk through any crowded airport. But the bad news is that now that Darrin is your man, that effectively makes him your master. What he says goes. For instance, with your clothes. He naturally has final say on what you wear or don't wear, since the whole purpose of how you dress is to delight and arouse him."

Sandy and Jane just silently took that in. They had no clue what the words "that effectively makes him your master" would have on their lives.

Lisa was secretly relieved that they showed no alarm at her comment. That was a very positive development that once again showed how far ahead of the curve the Douglas women were. She still had to work very carefully at removing the "effectively" part, though. There was always trouble when woman realized they were going to be actual sex slaves and not just sluts. Lisa figured that even Sandy and Jane wouldn't be immune to the usual emotional turmoil adjusting to that shocking new reality caused.

She continued, "I do have a few things that the two of you can wear off the plane, since I'd guessed that you would fall for him, big time, before this flight was over. They vary from scandalous to, well, even more scandalous." She chuckled. "I assume he'll want you to look your sexy best, with easy access to your tits, pussy, and ass. Right, Stud?"

"Sounds good to me," he happily replied.

Lisa said to him, "Good! Let's go pick some things out then, you and me. I know we're not supposed to get up and walk around with the plane this close to landing, but we don't have much choice with time running out. My fellow sluts, hang on tight. We'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Lisa stood up, and pulled Darrin up too. The two of them walked off. Although the plane was descending, but it was enough of a smooth and steady ride that the didn't worry about walking around.

His penis wasn't in a receptive mood. It went completely flaccid shortly after he walked away.

As soon as they were gone, Jane quickly relocated to the back row, so she didn't have a barrier between her and her mother. However, she only sat in the aisle seat, leaving an empty seat between them, because she figured the other two would return soon.

She said to Sandy, "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty damn horny right now. Being forced to confirm out loud that I'm his 'sister-slut'... I don't get why, but it makes me all tingly inside."

Sandy shyly admitted, "I know exactly what you mean."

Jane teased, "So you're his 'sister-slut' too?"

Sandy squirmed in her seat. "No! You know... I'm his... his... mommy-slut. His personal, big-titted mommy-slut! HNNG!" She looked down at her enormous bare breasts and felt her pussy tingle even more. "Why does saying that out loud make me so very horny?!"

"I don't know," Jane said, "but I can definitely relate. And then that kind of talk makes me super hungry to suck his cock."

"Oh God YES!" Sandy loudly exclaimed. She wanted to growl with frustration that the airplane flight was almost over, because when would she get her next chance to blow him?

Jane playfully teased, "By the way, didn't you miss a word there? Aren't you his 'personal, big-titted, cocksucking mommy-slut?' You can't skip the cocksucking. That's absolutely crucial!"

Sandy nodded. "You're right. My mistake. Isn't it incredible, how much we've come to love that sex act in such a short time?!"

"I know," Jane replied. "But when you know, you know. I guess it's kind of like falling in love at first sight. I guess that kind of happened to me, but with a sex act. Weird! But I feel so strongly about it that I hardly feel any regret or doubt or guilt or... anything!"

"Exactly the same here," Sandy said. "Except remember we didn't fall head over heels in love with sucking cock; we fell head over heels in love with sucking DARRIN'S cock! There's a big difference." She had a realization as she searched her feelings. "Why, the mere thought of sucking someone else's makes me ill!"

Jane searched her feelings, and came to that same realization. "Me too! Whoa! No wonder Lisa said there's no cheating in Napali. I can totally understand that now, if the other women feel the same."

"I'm sure they do," Sandy said. "Clearly, there's something magical about that place. Or maybe it's just something special about the power of the mother-son and sister-brother bonds."

"I think it's mostly the latter," Jane said. "Not only have I fallen in love with sucking his cock, I've fallen in love with him, full stop! I loved him a lot already, of course, but now I'm IN LOVE with him. I know I've said that before, but I need to say it again. You know what I mean?"

Sandy nodded. "Boy do I know! I'm in love with him too, Janey, and I want to say it over and over again too! We both love the same man, and he's family! I just thank God I'll be able to express my love to him with my lips and tongue every single day."

"Amen to that!"

Meanwhile, Darrin and Lisa went through the curtains toward the middle of the plane. That put them in Vicky's visual range. She was fully dressed in her flight attendant uniform again - the less revealing one that she'd had on at the start of the flight.

Vicky saw them coming, and waved. "Quick! Come here!" She had something in her lap and picked it up. "Here! Take these! No time for talkin' or dickin' around. Ya need ta get back ta your seats. The plane'll be landin' any time now."

It turned out she was holding a stack of clothes. She handed it to Lisa and then shooed her away. "Git! Git! And put your seat belts on already!"

Darrin and Lisa hurried back to their seats a lot faster than they came.

Jane saw them coming, and returned to her usual spot one row forward.

As Darrin and Lisa sat back down, Lisa buckled her own seat belt and double checked that the others did so or were doing so.

Sandy saw the pile of clothes in Lisa's lap, and asked, "What's that?"

Lisa said, "Unfortunately, we didn't have time to be choosy. Vicky just handed these to me and told us to hurry back to our seats. Since there are no windows, there's no telling when the plane is going to land, other than the ear popping. I guess we're closer than I realized. I didn't want to take up any more of Vicky's time because once the plane does land, she's going to have her hands full with lots of other stuff to do than dealing with something as trivial as helping with what we're wearing."

Sandy asked, "Can I see what I'll be forced to wear?"

"Um..." Lisa was reluctant to answer.

Jane had resumed sitting up high and facing the row behind her. She was showing off her fantastic tits, which were lightly resting on the seatback, like before. She was within range of the stack of clothes in Lisa's lap, so she reached down and picked up the top item. "Oh my God!" When she held it up, it became clear it was a red top that didn't cover very much at all.

Sandy gasped, and unthinkingly covered her huge breasts again.

Jane brought the top to her chest. Right as she did, the plane bumped and shook a little bit, and it became clear that it had landed. It was a relatively smooth landing that had snuck up on them.

"Here we are," Lisa commented. "We should probably get cleaned up and dress up, before the plane comes to a complete stop."

"Not so fast," Jane said, bringing the red top to her chest again. She held it against her skin just as if she was wearing it. Her top technically was a T-shirt, and it had sleeves that covered her shoulders and upper arms, but it also had a dramatically plunging neckline that exposed a generous amount of cleavage until there was barely an inch of shirt left. But what caught everyone's attention was how the shirt was ripped all the way around its bottom edge, leaving just enough fabric to cover her nipples.

Jane complained in indignation, "Hey! I can't wear this! I'll be showing off tons of under-boob!"

Sandy smacked her forehead. "Oh no! Please! Please don't tell me that my top looks like that too!"

Lisa spoke apologetically. "I'm sorry, but yours is exactly the same, except sized for your uniquely busty figure. If it makes you feel any better, I'll be wearing the same thing too."

"It doesn't," Sandy said with a frustrated sigh.

"Let's see..." Lisa held up two other red tops, comparing them to each other and to the one Jane was still holding against her ample chest. She quickly rearranged them so that she, Sandy, and Jane each had one which fitted them best.

The three extremely fit and gorgeous women proceeded to put their tops on.

Sandy sighed, loudly. She repeatedly tried to pull the top further down over her tits, but to no avail. She complained, "Is this all there is?! The damn thing barely covers my nipples, and that's about it!"

Indeed, Sandy's description was largely accurate. Since the shirt was an exact copy of the one Jane had already held to her chest, she was showing off a dramatic amount of cleavage and a dangerous amount of under-boob. If she wasn't careful, her nipples could pop out from below.

Jane finished putting her top on, as did Lisa. Jane complained as she looked down at her chest, "This is ridiculous! I could be arrested in this!"

"No, you'll be fine. Besides, keep in mind that we may not be wearing these for long. We have a busy schedule for you in Honolulu, and part of that includes going to a store to buy some sexy clothes."

Sandy said, "Clothes? NOW you want us to buy clothes, after restricting what we could bring so severely? I had to donate or give away so much of my clothes!"

Lisa said, "And good riddance. Remember, you were planning on going to Napali as the old Sandy, the prudish, sexless Sandy. I anticipated that you would soon find yourself your son's big-titted mommy-slut, and indeed that's already happened. Do you think the clothes you got rid of, or even the ones you kept, are the kinds of things a big-titted mommy-slut should wear? For crying out loud, did you even have anything that shows off your wonderful cleavage?"

Sandy looked down at her body in alarm, still nude except for her skimpy top. "Oh... crap!" She was coming to the realization she had no choice but to wear whatever Lisa was offering. Even more sobering was the realization that these were the sorts of clothes she'd be wearing from now on, when she wore any clothes at all.

Lisa turned to Jane. "It's the same for you, but not as bad. I've seen what you've packed, and you have some reasonably sexy stuff in there, but not much that any self-respecting big-titted sister-slut would wear. But don't worry, I've got it all taken care of. My job is to look after you and help you adjust to your new life, so I'm not going to leave you in the lurch when it comes to clothes. But we'll have to make the most of our limited time. Your shopping options in the rest of the Marshall Islands are very limited, so it's basically Honolulu or nothing."

She let that sink in.

With the plane continuing to taxi down the runaway, Darrin stared off into space. "Wow. That's it. The end of the flight. The most awesome, pivotal experience of my life! I'll be sad to leave, even with all the heat and hassle."

Sandy sighed and gave him a nudge with her elbow, but it was mostly playful. "YOU would say that. It's been great for you, but a nightmare for the rest of us."

Lisa gave Sandy a sharp look. "'A nightmare?' Really? Think back to all the endless joy you spend kneeling naked on your knees between your son's legs, slurping on him with passion and energy. Recall how he repeatedly French kissed you and played with your remarkable body, especially your huge tits. Or what about the pure bliss you felt when he squirted his hot cum all over your face? Remember also the feeling of dancing naked in front-"

Sandy interrupted. "Okay, okay! It definitely had its highlights. In fact, this has been the most intense and incredible day of my life, by far, and it's not even over. But still, there was so much agony and even torture, not to mention all the sweating and humiliation. I think I blushed the entire time. I'm probably still blushing now." She was. "And I've never cried so much in my life! There are parts I will definitely be happy to forget!"

Lisa was going to argue with her use of the word "torture," but decided to let it go. However, she couldn't let the comment about crying slide. "You're complaining about crying? Ninety-nine percent of the time you were crying, it was from the combined struggle and joy of bobbing on your son's thick shaft! You'd be happy to forget THAT?! You should consider those fellatio tears a badge of pride, a sign of a job well done!"

Sandy immediately backtracked. "Sorry! I didn't mean it like that. I feel that same way already. But it is pretty emotionally exhausting, all in one day."

Lisa tried to stay focused, now that she'd made her point. "Let's finish dressing before we get carried away with a discussion. We should be ready to go by the time the plane comes to a full stop." She held up the next item of clothing in her lap, which was a black denim miniskirt.

Jane started to tell Sandy, "Mom, I know what you mean. It was the best of times AND the worst of times. Personally, I..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed just how mini the miniskirt was. She asked Lisa, "Is that all there is?! Where's the rest?!"

Lisa chuckled. "I'm afraid this is it." She handed one of the miniskirts to Sandy, another to Jane, and kept a third for herself. Then she handed Darrin a pair of short brown shorts. She said to the group, "Come on. Let's get dressed." She unbuckled her seat belt.

Sandy held up the miniskirt she'd been given and sighed again. "This is crazy! I'm supposed to wear this in public?! Can I at least wear some panties underneath?!"

Lisa stood up to make it easier to pull her miniskirt up her legs. "Do you see any clothes left over? That was all Vicky gave us. But you might as well get used to it. Underwear basically doesn't exist in Napali, as I think I told you already. We do have a special kind of see-through frame bra to lift your tits up from below and prevent sag while leaving practically everything accessible for your son to play with, but that's about it. Of course, for work you'll get to wear relatively normal clothes. But if your man takes you two to a restaurant or party or the like, you may well wear less than this."

Sandy sighed again. "LESS?! How is that even possible?! There is no less! Oh God! What have I gotten myself into?!" But she unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, and started pulling her miniskirt up her legs, like Jane and Lisa were already doing.

Lisa said, "Maybe it'll help if I remind you that everything a slut does is done with a mind to pleasing and arousing her man. The more sexy and titillating your clothes are, the more often his dick will get stiff, and then the more time you'll get to spend on your knees slurping on his thick cock-meat with tears streaming down your face. Which is what everyone wants. Everyone wins. So you'll just have to grin and bear it. That's kind of the daily life of a slut in a nutshell: lots of humiliation and full or partial nudity, but lots of jaw-busting spermy reward."

Sandy groaned and shook her head, but kept on dressing.

Meanwhile, Darrin looked down at the shorts he'd just put on. He'd never seen another pair quite like them. They were very loose and light, like Turkish pants, and also very short, only extending an inch or two below his balls. He realized that if he got an erection, he would be in danger of having most of it exposed if he let it hang down either leg. Not only that, but the shorts were held up by a very flexible elastic band. He pulled the shorts on and tested sticking a hand in them. His shorts stretched so much and so easily that it was almost like they weren't there.