All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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I’ve never been on a boat before. It never showed up. I’ve never thought of them as dangerous. Shipwrecks are a thing of the past. That applies to ships made of wood or ships before the invention of radar. Now planes. These are modern derailments. Or cars. I think trains are still derailed. Anything other than a shipwreck.
But it happened to me.
“Mother!”
A hand shook my shoulder. My eyes, stinging from the salt water, opened and I stared into the bright sunlight. My stomach turned and I turned as the salty water escaped my lips. The hand was still on my shoulder, head blocking the bright sunlight.
“Mom, are you okay?”
It was a small cruise ship. Nothing more lavish than what you see in commercials. Single mothers don’t have much savings to spend on vacations. However, if I had known this would happen, I would have saved more money.
“Wha-” My voice was a little hoarse, but it seemed to be enough for my son. He put his head on my shoulder, as if hugging my bent body.
When he left I sat up dizzy. We were on a white beach. There was nothing but sand on both sides. Inland was a dense forest with a rocky peak in the middle just a few meters above the tree line. Where did we just go?
“Thank God you’re alive!” Kyle said. “I dragged you to shore, but…but you didn’t wake up.”
I patted his arm lightly.
‘Where are we?
He stood up and started looking around.
‘I do not know…’
“Did someone else make this?”
I looked out to sea and saw an empty horizon.
“I haven’t seen anyone else. I’ve come a long way to get here.”
I sat quietly. I am lucky to be alive. But will anyone find us here?
“I think we should see what’s here…” He held out his hand to me. “Can you stand up?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said, still out of breath. I grabbed his hand and stood up. The sand is hot between my toes. I wear sandals all the time on the boat. They must have washed away as I plunged into the water. Kyle was barefoot too. I think that’s the case. Or maybe he left them on so he could swim better. He wasn’t wearing a shirt either; maybe that got washed off too.
We both walked slowly on the sand until our feet touched dirt, logs and rocks. I frowned whenever my foot hit something sharp, but it didn’t matter to Kyle. I heard the odd chirping of birds above. Hiding in the thatch. If they can survive here, hopefully we can too.
My clothes felt damp in the shade. My long, wet hair soaked my shirt with water. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from moving and enjoyed the sunlight filtering through the umbrella.
Soon we saw a cliff on the hill and as we followed it we saw an open path.
“Careful,” I warned Kyle as he walked in. The opening was quite wide, like the mouth of a rock wall opening up in front of us. A perfect little hut was made out of it.
Kyle checked every corner before returning.
“This looks like a nice place to spend the night.”
“Really?” I furrowed my brows at the thought, but I knew he was right. “You know, how to spot planes or passing ships?”
“We can make some arrangements on the beach. We need a safe place to sleep tonight. In case it rains.”
I laughed. “I’m supposed to be the responsible adult here.”
Kyle thinks clearly; he plans ahead. I should do that instead of relying on my son to take care of me.
“Okay,” I said, dropping my arms. “We should look for food and water too.”
“You’ve already started, Mom. I didn’t think of you as a girl who would survive in the woods.
Despite my worries, I couldn’t help but smile at him.
“How do you know? Even before you were born, I was very courageous.”
～
We put up a sign on the beach. Use stones to write “HELP”. However, as the days went by, it became less and less likely that someone would come. Soon, a month passed and we were still here.
But we did it. The island is full of bushes and trees, loaded with all kinds of fruits and nuts. This must be something the birds need to survive. However, there appear to be no other animals on the island. We spent the first few nights with our eyes wide open, but we were soon reassured. Kyle even started trying his hand at spear fishing. He hasn’t had any success yet, but he swears he’s close to it.
We found a waterfall near a rocky peak in the middle of the island. Its water flows down creeks to the sea. With these we have everything we need to survive until we are rescued.
My routine changed to accommodate my new life. Collect fruit and nuts in hollowed out coconuts to take back to our cave. Do the same with spring water. I quickly became familiar with the jungle trails. My feet toughened with each long trip. Grow calluses to protect them from the rocks. I was literally becoming a wild woman.
Still, an old part of me refused to change.
I went back to the cave and placed the collected fruits on our makeshift table. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone fishing again.
Ok
I quietly left the cave and wandered off my usual path, disappearing into the forest. I had nothing to do or entertain myself and I often found myself daydreaming. Especially when I was alone picking fruit and nuts. I have always been a very sensual person. I may have a higher sex drive than most people, but I have always enjoyed using my vibrator regularly. Late at night, when Kyle goes to bed, I lock the door and leave it out. I writhe in the sheets as the throbbing throbbed through me.
Is it sad that I miss my vibrator more than my sheets?
So after a month on the island, I felt a bit relaxed and it became harder to suppress my daydreams.
I found a spot surrounded by bushes and sat behind them. After a quick check to make sure I wasn’t visible, I unbuttoned my shorts and took them off and my panties.
My pussy was red and almost dripping. How cruel to deny yourself this much. I immediately pushed my fingers inside me. I let out a soft moan. My clit was begging to be touched. I sat back and felt a small rock being pushed into my ass and I started rubbing my clit with my other hand.
My pubic hair was prickling my fingers. I keep shaving it there and it feels so smooth. But I don’t have a razor here. So my lower region is covered in tiny prickly hairs, which honestly makes it hard to ignore my desires because of the long forgotten feeling in my panties.
I thrust my fingers in and out. Let my soft inner walls squeeze them. No, not my fingers, but my lover’s cock. A strong rescue team searched our island and found me first. His rippling muscles could be seen through his shirt. We have nothing to say. He wrapped his arms around my slender waist and our bodies fell to the jungle floor. My coconut bowl full of fruits fell beside me as he pulled down my pants. Before I dared to squirm, he was inside me, thrusting hard and grinding me into the mud with his rhythm. His mouth sucked my breasts.
I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled my breasts out of my bra, squeezed and played with my nipples as I imagined. As my hand went deeper, my moans became louder and louder. With one last push, my knees buckled tightly around my hands and I fell to the forest floor.
When my breathing returned to normal, I opened my eyes and looked at the blue sky from the canopy above. My hands were soaked with juice and my clothes were smeared with mud. I went to a bush and wiped my hands.
As soon as I did so, I heard a nearby branch break. I sat up abruptly. Keep your eyes open. Are there any animals nearby?
I was greeted by the sound of someone running through the forest. I got to my knees and peered through the bushes. Kyle’s back was visible through the trees.
“Oh my god!” I groaned, leaned back in my chair and put my head in my hands. Did he see me? Did he hear me?
I pulled up my panties and shorts and buttoned my shirt again. What should I do? What should I do there? Here I was in my room, moaning with humiliation, I couldn’t hide from him.
No, even though I was scared, I had to talk to him about what had just happened. We depend on each other to survive here. We can’t let an awkward silence remain between us. No matter how inconvenient it is to resolve. We must learn to be more open to each other.
I sighed, stood up from my hiding spot, and walked back toward the cave.
～
The conversation went well. I don’t feel the need to go into detail about what happened, except to say that I was not angry with him.
He didn’t mind it, although over the next few days I caught him looking at my breasts and buttocks several times. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. I had become so sexually aroused after only a month and I could only imagine how sexually frustrated he was. Seeing me in the wild would only make things worse. He’s only human.
However, I soon found that I was making things more difficult for him.
One morning, while Kyle tried fishing again, I headed into the forest to gather some fruit for our lunch. Feeling adventurous, I ventured far beyond my usual search locations. Headed up to the rocky summit.
One day, while I was bathing in the waterfall, I noticed some trees near the top of the mountain that looked like they had fruit on them. I’m curious what they are.
So I went hiking. I climbed the rocky path barefoot as the path got more difficult. Soon I reached the highest point I could reach without climbing. I am not a rock climber. Even if I were, it would be very impractical to try to carry fruit while climbing. But there is an outcrop to my left. If I could get to the other side it would probably be easier to stand on.
I tentatively put my feet on the rocks, testing my footing before moving on. Feels good. I hug the rocky surface as I walk. Little by little.
However, when I took the next step, it came free. Gasping, I slid down along it trying to find something to grab hold of. I slid down a rough slope and crashed into a bush. The sound of branches snapping and breaking surrounded me as I rolled to the other side before finally stopping.
I sat up groaning and looked back down the slope. Thankfully it wasn’t that far and the bushes slowed my descent. I looked down at my stung arm. It was covered in bruises. My eyes slid down my arm to my shirt. That’s the worst. It was torn and tattered. There are still pieces of it in the bushes above my head, like little trophies.
I took it off and laid it in front of me. It was ruined. The worst was my bra. It was just hanging off one of my shoulders, leaving my right breast exposed. The right shoulder strap and the side strap were torn. There was a wound on my side where a branch must have caught it.
I took that off too and looked at the torn fabric in my hands. It seemed like there was no way to save it. It was the only thing I had. What I would give to suddenly find a suitcase full of clean washed clothes on the curb. But that fantasy doesn’t help my current situation.
I looked down at my bare chest. My 34F breasts are not noticeable at all. What can I do? The thought of returning to the cave like this was terrifying, but what choice did I have? There is nothing else you can use to permanently cover yourself.
I sat and thought, ignoring the dull throbbing pain of the wound. Maybe this could work. Is it really weird that Kyle isn’t wearing a shirt and I’m not? I am his mother, after all. But I can’t help but think how disappointed he was. Seeing me topless all day would surely drive him crazy. Seeing a woman’s naked breasts after a month without them would drive any man crazy. Maybe I should tell him I’m topless. Eventually he’ll get used to seeing my boobs.
I stood up and watched my free breasts bounce as I moved. They would surely torture him, but that would have to be resolved on my own.
～
The next few days were tough for both of us. When Kyle came back I explained everything to him. How I fell, how my shirt got ripped. I explained that from now on I would have to go topless. He was supportive and understood everything I said, they were just a part of me and there was no need to be ashamed. However, it seemed like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on me during the conversation.
We lit a fire and ate dinner, my chest heaving with every movement. Kyle kept to himself all night and I knew why. Periodically, I would see a tent forming in the front of his pants, just before he would excuse himself to go to the other side of the cave or use the bathroom outside.
I feel bad for putting him through this. In a few weeks he’ll probably get used to seeing me like this. Then things can get back to normal.
Every night seemed to be the same ordeal. Sitting by the fire I tried to put my legs up, but that didn’t help. It was impossible to hide them completely. His erection kept straining his shorts. He wasn’t getting the relief he needed and I was making him suffer through it all.
However, I cannot deny that this meditation has brought me some benefits as well.
Perhaps that’s why one night I lay in bed and couldn’t sleep. From the other side of the cave, I could hear Kyle’s soft footsteps and heavy breathing. As I exhaled, it suddenly stopped.
Finish it, darling , I don’t mind, I guess. I can’t think of anything more frustrating than having to give up masturbation halfway through. Having all those repressed desires locked in a cage. But he didn’t move. He didn’t get up and move into the woods to complete his mission.
I don’t know why I do what I do. Maybe I was starting to feel horny. Maybe I wanted to do something to help her after torturing her for a few days.
I rose from my bed of palm leaves and walked through the cave in the dim moonlight.
“Hey,” I whispered, kneeling next to him.
He lay stiffly with his hands on his hips, pretending to be asleep.
His eyes opened as soon as my fingers touched him gently.
“Shh,” I cooed before he could say anything.
I pulled his hand away and his cock suddenly became erect. I could see the semen on the top of his head glistening in the moonlight. I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It’s so hot. And it’s so big. He inherited his father’s good genes.
I grabbed his hand with my other hand and placed it on my sagging chest. He hesitated as I grabbed his cock, but soon he was holding my breasts in his hands.
I could feel his cock getting harder in my hands as he kneaded my breasts. This is what he wants. These days I am staring at my breasts and not able to touch them. A mother knows.
I began moving my hand up and down on his cock, feeling every inch between my fingers, dwarfing his size. My breasts were shaking beneath me as my hands moved up and down. He pinched and pulled my nipples, causing me to bite my lip and hold my breath against the moans that wanted to betray me.
Soon, his breathing became heavy and his hips tried to thrust against my hand. I turned his cock towards the cave wall and he spasmed in my hand. Drop by drop of cum splattered on the rock. It just kept coming. Thick ropes. Oh, my poor baby, I thought, how much do you need this?
Eventually his cock stopped moving and he panted beneath me. Without saying anything, I leaned over and kissed his forehead, then turned back to my side of the cave.
～
Every young man needs an outlet to satisfy his sexual needs. When they get home, they’ll watch porn and fantasize about those women’s bodies. Driven by desire. Yet here, Kyle had no such thing. He only has me. I’m the only woman on the island. I have everything he wants in a woman. My breasts. My thighs. Every curve of my body tempts his desire. I began to wonder if he no longer saw me as his mother or just another woman. The only woman he saw here. It must have been confusing for him. The constant pull between his desires and the fact that I was his mother.
To be honest, the lines are starting to blur for me too. It’s been almost two months on this island. And lately…
The feel of his cock in my hand. His hands playing with my breasts. The smell of his warm semen burst out. A scent I hadn’t smelled in a long time. Even before the cruise.
This has become the norm for us now.’ We’ve never discussed it properly.’ We just know it’s for the best. In our minds we’re still mother and son, but our bodies are just bodies. I need a man’s body as much as he needs a woman’s body. When we both have what the other needs why deny it?
Every night, before going to sleep, I would lie in bed with him and caress him until he came. He kept touching my breasts and playing with them.
In fact, not too long ago, on the third night, he started exploring between my legs while I was caressing him. I didn’t resist and helped him unzip my shorts.
I cried out as his fingers penetrated deep inside me, sliding against my wet inner walls. I was undoubtedly horny. The whole situation took my excitement to the extreme.
As his fingers penetrated me, I lowered my head lower and lower until my breath tickled his cock. Without thinking, I took him into my mouth, muffling my moans around his cock. I sucked and licked his cock like my lover.
His fingers never stopped inside me. Exploring deeper, faster. His rhythm shifted whenever my sucking hit a nice nerve ending.
He came faster than I could handle with my hands. Before I could turn him toward the cave wall, the first burst came in my mouth. A thick, sticky rope. He came just as he had the first night.
Some hung from my lower lip and rested on my chin while my mouth watered. It was unlike any other cum I had ever tasted. Sweet. Maybe the all-fruit diet did that. I swallowed what was in my mouth and collected the rest on my chin. Then I went back to his slowly swelling cock and squeezed the last few drops of his milk onto my tongue.
We continued like this for a while. Fulfilling each other’s sexual needs. But something is still missing. We still have some repressed desires.
I realized this one night when I was sucking his cock. His fingers were not enough. I needed more. I was kidding myself by letting such a big cock fit into my mouth.
I lifted my head and paused, little trails of spit still connecting us.
“What is this?” he asked, noticing my hesitation.
Without saying anything I sat up and threw my legs over him until I was straddling his hips. He swallowed when he saw me take his cock home. Home is where he comes from. The place where he was born.
The head of his cock easily slid in, piercing my lips. God, he’s so big! My mouth was not prepared for how big it felt inside.
When he was down, I sighed in satisfaction. His head rubbed against my cervix. We fit perfectly. As it was meant to be. If we hadn’t found ourselves here, we would have never known.
“Tell me before you cum,” I told her.
I was moving back and forth on top of him, feeling every inch sliding in and out of me. Every inch of my son’s cock. Despite how much our relationship has changed in the last few days, it still feels dirty to think about it. A mother and son embracing each other intimately. It is against nature. Yet nature brings us here. Our desires are too strong to be ignored.
