had never been on a ship before. It had just never come up. I had never considered them dangerous. Shipwrecks were something of the past. For ships made out of wood or before radar was invented. Now planes. Those were the crashes of the modern age. Or cars. Trains still derailed, I guess. Anything but ships sinking.
But mine did.
'Mum!'
A hand shook my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open, stinging with salt water and staring into the bright sun. My stomach convulsed as salty water escaped my lips and I rolled onto my side. The hand still remained on my shoulder and a head blocked the bright sun.
'Mum, are you okay?'
It had been a small cruise ship. Nothing grand like some of those you see in advertisements. Single mothers didn't have many savings to spend on a holiday. Though if I had known that this would happen, I would have put more away.
'Wha-' My voice was hoarse, but it seemed enough for my son. He rested his head against my shoulder as if to hug my prone figure.
As he pulled away I sat up, my head spinning. We were on a white beach. To each side, nothing but sand. Inland was a thick jungle with a rocky peak in the centre just a few metres above tree line. Where were we?
'Thank god you're alive!' Kyle exclaimed. 'I dragged you to shore but... but you wouldn't wake.'
I weakly patted his arm.
'Where are we?'
He stood up and looked around.
'I don't know...'
'Did anyone else make it?'
I looked out to sea, but was met with an empty horizon.
'I haven't seen anyone else. I swam a long way to get here.'
I sat still and silent. I was lucky to be alive. Though, would anyone find us here?
'We should see what's here, I guess...' He offered me a hand. 'Are you all right to stand?'
'Yeah, I'll be fine,' I said, still finding my breath. I took his hand and got to my feet. The sand was warm between my toes. I had been wearing sandals on the boat. They must have washed away when I went under. Kyle was barefoot too. Same situation, I suppose. Or he may have ditched them to swim better. He didn't have a shirt either, perhaps that too had been washed away.
We both slowly walked across the sand until our feet met dirt and sticks and rocks. I winced every time my foot came down on something sharp, but it didn't seem to bother Kyle. I could hear birds with exotic cries overhead. Hiding in the canopy. If they could survive here then hopefully we could too.
In the shade, my clothes felt much damper. My long, wet hair holding the water against my shirt. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from shivering, savouring the rays of sun that pierced through the canopy.
Before long we found a steep rock face in the side of a hill, and as we followed it around we found an opening.
'Just be careful,' I warned as Kyle stepped inside. The opening was fairly wide, like the mouth of the rock face gaping before us. Inside it carved out a perfect little hovel.
Kyle inspected every corner before returning.
'Looks like a good place to spend the night.'
'Really?' I grimaced at the thought, but I knew he was right. 'What about, you know, search planes or passing ships?'
'We can set something up on the beach for that. We need somewhere safe to sleep tonight. Out of the elements in case it rains.'
I gave a small chuckle. 'I should be the responsible adult here.'
Kyle was thinking clearly; planning ahead. I should be the one doing that, not relying on my son to look after me.
'Okay,' I said, unwrapping my arms. 'We should look for food and water, too.'
'You're onto it, mum. I didn't take you for the wilderness survival type.'
Despite the worry that gripped me, I couldn't help but smile at him.
'How do you know? I was quite adventurous before you were born.'
~
We did set up a sign on the beach. 'Help' spelled out with rocks. Though, with each passing day, it seemed less and less likely that someone would come. Soon, a month had passed and we were still here.
We made do, though. All throughout the island were bushes and trees bearing various fruits and nuts. That must have been what the birds survived on. There didn't appear to be any other animal on the island, though. Our first few nights were spent with one eye open, but we soon grew confident. Kyle even began trying his hand at spear fishing. He hadn't had any success yet, but he swore he was getting close.
Near the rocky peak in the centre of the island we found a spring. Its waters spilling down a creek until it reached the sea. With that we had everything we needed to survive as long as it took to be rescued.
My routine changed to suit my new life. Collecting fruits and nuts in hollowed out coconuts to bring back to our cave. Doing the same with water from the spring. The tracks through the jungle soon became familiar to me. All the while my feet became tougher with each trek. Developing callouses to protect them from the rocks. I was becoming a real wild woman.
Though, there was one part of my old self that refused to change.
I walked back to the cave and placed the fruit that I had collected on the rock that had become our makeshift table. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. He must have been fishing again.
Good.
I snuck out of the cave and disappeared into the jungle, diverting from my usual tracks. With little to do or entertain my mind, I often found myself daydreaming. Especially the times when I gathered the fruits and nuts alone. I had always been a sexual person. Maybe I just had a higher libido than most people, but I had always enjoyed frequent uses of my vibrator. Late at night, when Kyle had gone to bed, I would lock my door and pull it out. Writhing in the sheets as the pulses coursed through me.
Was it sad that I missed my vibrator more than I missed my sheets?
And so, after a month on this island, with little relief, it was hard to keep my daydreams tame.
I found a place surrounded by bushes and squatted down behind them. After a quick survey to ensure I wouldn't be seen, I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them, and my panties, down.
My pussy was flushed and practically dripping. It was cruel to deny myself so much. I wasted no time in plunging my fingers inside me. A slight moan escaped me. My clit was begging to be touched. I sat back on the ground, feeling small rocks poke into my butt, and started to rub my clit with my other hand.
My pubic hair pricked at my fingers. I had always kept myself shaved down there, the smooth sensation a wonderful thing. But I had no razor here. So my nether region was covered in prickly little hairs, that, to be honest, only made it harder to ignore my desire with such a long forgotten sensation against my panties.
I worked my fingers in and out. Letting my soft inner walls squeeze around them. No, not my fingers, the cock of my lover. A strong rescue party member who had found our island, finding me first. His rippling muscles visible through his shirt. We wouldn't have to say anything. He would take my slender waist in his arms and our bodies would collapse to the jungle floor. My coconut bowl of fruit spilling out beside me as he rips my pants off. Before I could even dare to wriggle away he would be in me, thrusting powerfully, pushing me into the dirt with his rhythm. His mouth sucking at my breasts.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my breast from my bra, squeezing and playing with my nipple as I imagined he would. My moans came louder and quicker as my hand hastened. With one final thrust, my knees clamped together around my hand and I writhed on the jungle floor.
As my breathing returned to normal I opened my eyes to see the blue sky through the canopy above. My hand was soaked in my juices and my clothes were covered in dirt. I reached over to one of the bushes and wiped my hand dry on it.
As I did, I heard a twig snap nearby. I sat up with a jolt. Wide eyed. Was there an animal nearby?
The sound of someone running away through the jungle greeted me. I shuffled on my knees over to the bush and peered through it. The unmistakable back of Kyle could be seen running through the trees.
'Oh god!' I moaned, sitting back and putting my head in my hands. Had he seen me? Had he heard me?
I pulled my panties and shorts back up and re-buttoned my shirt. What was I going to do? What was there to do? Out here I couldn't hide away from him in my room, drowning in humiliation.
No, as much as I dreaded it, I had to talk to him about what just happened. We were relying on each other for survival out here. We couldn't just let an awkward silence stay between us. No matter how uncomfortable it would be to address. We would have to learn to be much more open with each other.
With a sigh, I stood from my hiding place and made my way back to the cave.
~
The conversation went about as well as it could. I didn't feel the need to go into any detail about what had happened, only to say that I wasn't mad at him.
He seemed okay with it, though over the next few days I caught him looking at my breasts and ass a few times. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. I had been so horny after just a month, I could only imagine how sexually frustrated he was. Having seen me out there in the jungle would only have made it worse. He was only human.
Though, I would soon find myself making it even harder for him.
One morning when Kyle headed off try fishing again, I headed into the jungle to gather some fruit for our lunch. Feeling adventurous, I headed far beyond where I usually forage. Toward the rocky peak.
While bathing in the spring one day, I had spied a few trees near the peak that looked to bear fruit. I was curious to see what they were.
And so I hiked. My bare feet scaling up the rocky path as it became steeper. I soon reached as high as I could go without climbing. I was no rock climber. Even if I were, it would be too impractical to try and carry fruit while climbing down. But there was an outcropping to my left. Perhaps if I could get around to another side it would be easier to get up.
I placed a tentative foot on the rock, testing my footing before continuing. It seemed fine. I hugged the rock face as I shimmied along. Bit by bit.
As I placed my next footfall, though, it broke away. With a gasp I slid down with it, trying to grab onto something. I slid down the rough slope before crashing into brambly bushes. Rips and snaps of twigs surrounded me as I tumbled out the other side before finally coming to a rest.
I sat up with a groan, looking back up the slope. It thankfully hadn't been that far, and the bushes had slowed my descent. I looked down at my stinging arm. There were grazes all up it. My eyes followed up my arm to my shirt. It was the worst off. It was ripped open and tattered. The bush above me still held pieces of it like small trophies.
I pulled it off and held it up before me. It was ruined. Worse was my bra. It hung over only one of my shoulders, my right breast hanging free. The right shoulder strap and the side strap had both been ripped. A cut was on my side where the branch must have hooked it.
I pulled that off too and looked at the torn fabric in my hands. There didn't seem to be any way to salvage any of this. And it was the only thing I had. What I would give to suddenly find a suitcase with fresh clothes washed ashore. But that fantasy didn't help my situation now.
I looked down at my bare chest. My 34F breasts anything but unnoticeable. What could I do? The thought of heading back to the cave like this was horrible, but what choice did I have? There wasn't anything else out here that I could use to cover myself permanently.
I sat and thought, ignoring the dull throb of my injuries. Perhaps it could work. Kyle didn't wear a shirt, was it really so strange for me not to either? I was just his mother after all. But I couldn't help but think about how frustrated he had been. Seeing me topless all day would surely drive him mad. Seeing any woman's bare breasts after a month without any would drive any man mad. Maybe I would just have to let him know that it was fine for me to be topless. He'd get used to the sight of my breasts eventually.
I stood up, watching my freed breasts bounce with my movement. They would surely torment him, but it would have to work itself out.
~
The next few days were tough on both of us. When Kyle returned, I explained everything to him. How I fell and how my shirt had ripped. I explained how I would have to go topless from now on. He was supportive and understood everything I said about how they were just a part of my body and not to be embarrassed. Though, throughout the conversation he seemed to struggle to keep his eyes on mine.
We lit a fire and had some dinner, my uncontained breasts wobbling with every movement. Kyle kept to himself for the night, and I knew why. Every now and then I would see a tent forming in the front of his pants, right before he would excuse himself to either the other side of the cave, or for a bathroom break outside.
I felt horrible to put him through this. Just a few weeks and he might get used to seeing me like this. Then things can return to normal.
Every night seemed to be the same ordeal. I tried pulling my legs up as I sat by the fire, but that didn't seem to help. It was impossible to hide them completely. His erection simply kept straining against his shorts. He wasn't getting the relief he needed, and I was putting him through all this.
Though, I couldn't deny that the attention was doing something for me, too.
Perhaps it was due to that, that one night I found myself lying awake. From the other side of the cave I could hear soft shuffles and quick breathes coming from Kyle. As I exhaled he suddenly stopped.
Just finish, sweetie, I don't mind, I thought. I could think of no greater frustration than to have to quit mid masturbation. To let all of those pent up desires remain caged. But he didn't move. He didn't get up to go finish in the jungle, or continue.
I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe I was starting to feel horny too. Maybe I wanted to do something to help after days of tormenting him.
I rose from my bed of palm fronds and crossed the cave in the dim moonlight.
'Hey,' I whispered, kneeling down beside him.
He lay frozen, his hands covering his crotch as he pretended to be asleep.
His eyes flew open as my fingertips lightly touched his.
'Shh,' I cooed before he could say anything.
I pulled his hands away and his cock sprang upright. I could see droplets of pre-cum glistening atop his head in the moonlight. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so warm. And big. He had inherited his father's good genes.
With my other hand I grabbed his and placed it on my hanging breast. He seemed hesitant at me gripping his shaft, but wasted no time feeling and exploring my breasts in his hand.
I could feel his cock grow even harder in my hand as he massaged my breasts. This was what he had wanted. All those days staring at my breasts without being able to touch them. A mother knows.
My hand began to pump up and down his shaft, feeling every inch between my fingers, which seemed dwarfed by its size. My breasts jiggled beneath me as my hand flew up and down. He pinched and pulled at my nipples, causing me to bite my lip and hold my breath against the moans which wished to betray me.
Soon, his breath became heavy and his hips tried to thrust into my hand. I turned his cock away to the cave wall as it spasmed in my hand. Squirt after squirt of cum splattered against the rocks. It just kept coming. Great thick ropes. Oh my poor baby, I thought, how much did you need this?
Finally his cock stopped and he panted beneath me. Without saying a word, I leant down and kissed him on the forehead before crossing back to my side of the cave.
~
Every young man needs an outlet for their sexual needs. Back home they would watch porn, fantasizing about those women's bodies. Driven by desire. Yet out here, Kyle didn't have anything like that. All he had was me. I was the only woman on the island. Everything he desired about women, I had. My breasts. My thighs. Every curve on my body tempted his yearning. I was beginning to wonder if he saw me as his mother anymore, or just another woman. The only woman he ever saw here. It must be confusing for him. The constant pull between his desires and the knowledge that I was his mother.
To be honest, the line was beginning to blur for me too. It had been almost two months on this island. And lately...
The feel of his cock in my hands. His hands playing with my breasts. The smell of his hot cum as it exploded from him. A smell that I had been so long without. Even before the cruise.
It had become a regular thing for us now. We never properly discussed it. We just knew that this was best. In mind, we were still mother and son, but our bodies were just bodies. I needed a man's body as much as he needed a woman's. And since we both had what the other needed, why deny it?
Every night, before turning in, I would join him on his bed and stroke him to orgasm. All the while he fondled and played with my breasts.
It didn't take long, the third night, in fact, before he began to explore between my legs as I stroked him. I didn't protest, helping him to unbutton my shorts.
I squealed as his fingers probed my depths. Sliding along my wet inner walls. Of course I was horny. This whole situation drove my passions through the roof.
As he pumped his fingers into me, my head lowered more and more until my breath tickled his cock. Without thinking I took him in my mouth, stifling my moans around his shaft. I sucked and licked his cock, treating it as I would one of my lovers.
His fingers never ceased inside me. Exploring deeper and faster. His rhythm only wavering whenever my sucking struck a good nerve.
Far quicker than when I had used my hand, he came. The first spurt exploded in my mouth before I could turn it toward the cave wall. Rope after thick gooey rope. He came as much as he had the first night.
Some hung from my bottom lip, clinging to my chin, while a pool collected in my mouth. It was different than any other cum I had tasted. Sweeter. Perhaps the all fruit diet had done that. I swallowed what was in my mouth before collecting the residue on my chin. After that I returned to his slowly deflating cock and milked the last few drops from him onto my tongue.
We continued like that for a while. Satisfying each other's sexual needs. Yet there was still something missing. We were still holding back some desires.
One night as I sucked on his cock it became apparent to me. His fingers just weren't enough. I needed more. I was teasing myself by only allowing this huge cock into my mouth.
I lifted my head and paused, small trails of spit still connecting us.
'What is it?' he asked, noticing my hesitation.
Without a word I sat up and threw my leg over him until I was straddling his hips. He gulped as he watched me guide his cock home. Home to where he came from. Where he was born from.
The head of his cock pierced my lips and slid in with ease. God he was big! My mouth had not prepared me for how big it felt inside.
I moaned a sigh of content as he bottomed out. His head nuzzling against my cervix. We fit together perfectly. Like it was destined to be. And we never would have known had we not found ourselves here.
'Let me know before you cum,' I told him.
I rocked back and forth on him, feeling ever inch slide in and out of me. Every inch of my son's cock. Even with how much our relationship had changed over the past few days, it still felt so dirty to think about. A mother and son locked in an intimate embrace. It went against nature. Yet nature led us here. Our urges too strong to ignore.
He reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts, kneading and massaging them. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted this as much as I did. He was rock hard inside me and his hands grabbed greedily at my chest.
Our fire burned low as we fucked in the growing shadows. The cave echoing with the sound of our bodies slapping together in unbridled incestuous lust.
My moaning became louder and more desperate as I grew close. Just a few weeks ago I had felt so embarrassed to think that he had heard me moaning as I masturbated in private, now I didn't care how much of this side of me he saw.
I shuddered as my orgasm crashed over me, letting out a cry that would surely scare the birds into the night. My pussy convulsed around his cock, pulling him deep into me.
'Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum!' He gasped.
On shaky legs, I pulled up off him just as his cock erupted, splattering the ground around him and his stomach with gooey white ropes.
I collapsed down onto the ground beside him. My legs still felt weak. My pussy yearned for more. It had felt like I was robbed of my orgasm. I wanted his cock to stay deep inside me as I rode my waves of pleasure. But it was better to be safe than sorry. I had no birth control out here.
He sat up and looked at me. Something seemed different about it. It wasn't like a son looking at his mother. Nor was it the stolen glances of lust from when I lost my shirt. It was more like how you would regard a lover in the afterglow.
'That was amazing!'
I shuffled over until our body's touched and collected the cum from his stomach with my finger.
'It was for me too,' I said, licking my finger; tasting his sweet cum. 'I really needed that. You're not the only one who gets that horny.'
His smile grew in the dim firelight. 'So we can do that again?'
I scooped up a small bead of cum that leaked from his cock head and brought it to my mouth.
'As often as you want.'
~
Our relationship certainly changed after that. We were no longer mother and son, we were lovers. To my delight, a wall seemed to fall between us. We became far more open about our sexuality, unafraid to speak in depth about our own and the other's body.
Kyle would tell me how my ass looked good in my tight shorts, or go into detail about how he loved every way my breasts bounced as we walked the uneven trails through the jungle. How he loved the little sounds I made as he teased me.
I told him how I loved how much more muscular he was getting out here. Running my hands over his strong torso as we lay together at night. About how much of a man he had become as he sunk his cock into me.
I no longer felt the need to give him his privacy if I saw a boner forming in the front of his shorts. I was the only one who excited him like that anymore. If I was feeling in the mood (which I often was) I would find somewhere comfortable nearby and let him take me.
We no longer bathed separately, either. Taking the chance to explore each other's bodies even more as we washed each other. Afterward, walking back to the cave, excited for the night ahead.
We had finally hit a state of perfection. Everything I could possibly ever want in the world was right here.
And so, one day we found ourselves picking fruit when Kyle began to get a boner again. I had bent down to pick some of the berries from a nearby bush.
'God! You're tempting me with that sight,' he said.
'What?' I giggled, looking back at him, careful to hold my pose. My ass stuck out high in the air. My pendulous breasts hanging freely beneath me. I grinned as his cock strained even harder in his shorts.
'Owh!' he groaned, reaching down into his shorts and rearranging his cock. As he removed his hand his cock head sat proudly up, sticking about 3 inches above his belt line.
'Maybe you should just stop wearing pants all together,' I suggested. 'You'd be more comfortable without them.'
I had seen how uncomfortable his cock was inside his pants whenever he got a boner. It was at least 8 inches erect. There just wasn't enough room in his pants for it once it got hard, and I had seen him wince many times when it had been caught at a bad angle.
'I'm fine, mum. It's an easy fix.'
It would have once seemed such a strange thing, my son standing there with his erection poking out of his shorts. Me, bent over with my breasts exposed before him. Yet it was no longer out of the ordinary for us. Him asking to fuck me to sate an urge had become as natural as him asking me for food to sate his hunger.
He rubbed his thumb over the glistening head of his cock. 'I might just go have a wank, actually. I promise I'll be back soon to help you.'
'Hey!' I called as he turned to leave. 'You're not just going to leave your poor old mum alone while you go have all the fun, are you? Come back here, I'm horny too.'
'Oh,' he stammered. 'Sorry, I didn't think...'
'What have I told you about my sex drive,' I said, wiggling my wide butt as I pulled my shorts and panties down over it. 'I'm always horny for you, sweetie.'
He didn't need any more prompting. He kicked his shorts off and joined me by the bushes. I sat back on the ground and angled my hips toward him. My pussy dripped with excitement, beckoning him in. He got down between my legs and grabbed my thigh, guiding his cock into me.
'Ugh!' I moaned as he struck home.
He thrust deep into me, my inner walls stretching open to greet him. He pumped into me with enthusiasm. His balls slapping against my ass with each crash of our lust-filled bodies.
'Oh fuck! Oh fuck, yes!' I moaned.
I wrapped my long slender legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into me. His cock nudged against my cervix with each thrust, wanting to push even deeper into my forbidden depths.
'Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Kyle! Fuck your mother! Make me yours!'
His rhythm increased as he slammed into me. So rough and dominant. He was fucking me like a wild animal. That fat rod of his, pistoning inside me. God how I loved it. How I loved feeling him inside me. I had been so stupid to shy away from his noticeable boners before. He had wanted me then as much as he did now. We could have been fucking since the moment we arrived on this island. Who knows, perhaps we could have been fucking years ago.
'Oh! Oh mum!' he moaned, his fingers digging into my thigh as he held it around him.
I grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Our lips locking together and our tongues exploring each other. A passionate kiss of ecstasy. I was in heaven.
He moaned into my mouth and I returned it. Lost to the pleasures between us. But he moaned again, this time more urgently. His lips broke away from me with haste. I opened my dazed eyelids to see him pull out of me suddenly. Though I knew why before he even got his cock out of me.
I had felt a splash of warm liquid hit my cervix before his cock retracted. Now it spasmed in his hand, still spurting cum across my thighs and the jungle floor.
His eyes went wide as he looked at me. I didn't know how to react. My mind was still a few seconds behind, lost in our passionate kiss and wild sex.
It soon dawned on me. My fingers flew to my pussy and dug inside, trying to scoop out as much cum as I could. It was so sticky inside. I had only felt one spurt, but he had deposited so much in just that one.
Without wasting any time, I got to my feet and ran naked through the jungle, toward the spring. We weren't far. His cum dripped from my lips and ran down my thighs with each footfall.
I reached the waters and dived in. We always bathed near where the spring leaked out into the creek, to ensure that we dirtied our drinking water as little as possible. Yet right now I didn't even think that far ahead. I found a submerged rock to sit on and went back to trying to scoop it all out. Hoping that the water would flush out what I couldn't get. Kyle arrived soon after, crashing through the jungle.
After I had scooped out as much as I could, I laid back with an exasperated sigh.
Kyle tentatively joined me in the water.
'Are you...'
I looked at him. He looked terrified at what had just happened.
'I'll be fine,' I told him.
'I'm sorry. I didn't-'
'It wasn't your fault. It was bound to happen eventually.'
'Does this mean we'll have to stop now?'
I paused for a moment, thinking, before smiling back at him. 'Of course not. It was just a little scare. We'll just have to be more careful in future.'
I couldn't imagine stopping now. Not so soon after we just started. I could never go back to holding back my desires for him. To go un-fucked. Even if it did mean the odd scare now and them.
To be honest, I wasn't as worried about it as I should have been. If it happened, it happened. It was worth it for what I had with Kyle.
~
Several months had passed since that fateful day. Back then we had been doubtful of rescue. Now we were sure no one would come. Though, we found ourselves thankful of that. What we had here was better than the life we had back home. There was always a plentiful supply of fruits and nuts on the island. More than we, or the birds, could ever eat. Kyle had finally learnt to spear fish. Though, still not that well. He did bring a fish back to the cave every now and then. It was a delicious addition to our diet, though I preferred the taste of his cum when he only ate fruit.
I woke to see the morning sun streaming into the cave. Kyle wasn't beside me. We had made a large bed of palm fronds for the both of us to sleep together. Not having felt the need to sleep alone for a long time.
As I rolled over I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Kyle step inside, a big banana leaf full of fruit in his arms.
'Good morning,' he said upon seeing me awake. 'I have breakfast.'
'Mmm, good, I'm starving.'
I sat up with difficulty. My large pregnant belly inhibiting my movement.
'How did you sleep?'
'Good,' I mused. 'The baby was restless for a bit, but settled down.'
He came over and put a rough hand on my large belly.
'He's going to be as energetic as me, I guess.'
'Who says it'll be a boy?'
'I just know it will.'
'And I thought you'd be a girl before I gave birth to you.'
'All the more reason that I'm right. You only give birth to strong boys.'
I giggled before biting my finger in a teasing way. 'And will this strong boy grow up to knock up his poor mum like you have?'
He rolled his eyes and flashed me a cheeky grin.
I giggled before slowly getting to my feet under the weight of my belly.
We were never sure if it was that day so many months ago when I fell pregnant, or one of the other times when Kyle didn't pull out in time. I had begun to wonder if he started to do it on purpose. Though, even as his pulling out too late became a daily occurrence, I never found myself correcting for him. I let him. As the idea formed in my mind, it grew. Becoming a desire as strong as my urge to fuck him. I wanted him to impregnate me. I wanted to have his baby.
Soon, I started having morning sickness and my belly began to swell. After that point we didn't hold back. He plastered my insides with as much incestuous cum as I could take. Many times I went to sleep with a pool of my son's cum oozing out between my legs. Running down my thighs. It felt wonderful. I imagined how it would have felt for him to impregnate me with that kind of vigour. That our shared desire to impregnate me had not been so hidden. That we knew what we were trying to do and did so without a care.
We were truly free now. Free to fuck without limits. To share our newfound love. If it hadn't been obvious to me before, it soon became clear that Kyle had inherited my libido. We had sex everywhere and as often as we wanted. This island was ours. Ours to relish freely in our forbidden love.
Much like my shirt, my shorts and panties soon began to fray and tear from my more active lifestyle. My last vestige to civilised life. They barely fit around my expanding belly, anyway, so I threw them away, taking on the life of a true wild woman. Naked and pregnant in the wild. It was an exciting idea, to return to nature in such a way.
Kyle followed my lead, ditching his shorts in favour of nudity, too. I had been right, all those months ago. He was far more comfortable giving his cock room to breathe and not constraining it when he became erect. It was a beautiful sight, to see his cock grow so openly between his legs whenever he saw me. It made me realise how sexy I was to him.
He came to love my pregnant body, too. Beyond the mere notion that he was the one to impregnate his mother. He loved how my belly swelled, always placing his hand over it as we made love. Despite our limited diet, my thighs and ass plumped up too. My breasts swelled to about a 34G, giving him even more pleasure as he played with them.
In the recent few weeks my milk had begun to come in, too. It came in much earlier than usual due to how much Kyle sucked on my breasts. I was happy to let him breastfeed before I had the baby. More vitamins for his diet to keep him healthy.
We had breakfast together before deciding to go for a swim in the spring. It was approaching summer again, and I was beginning to feel the heat.
We strode through the jungle, the warm morning sun causing our shared bronze hair to shine.
'Did you know that Mary, back home, fucks her son?' I asked
'No. I never knew that.'
'Yeah. He said something quite suggestive one time when I was over there. She's never been a good liar so it wasn't hard to get the truth out of her. Whenever her husband goes away on business trip they go at it.'
'Huh, how did that start between them?'
I giggled. 'Are you trying to imagine what it would have been like if we started back home?'
'Yeah,' he admitted with a chuckle.
'Well, once it was all out in the open, she tried to sell me on the idea, too.'
'And?'
I shrugged. 'I was a different person back then.'
'Not now,' he said, looking back at me.
I rubbed my hand over my belly. 'No, not now.'
We reached the spring. It looked so peaceful. The morning sun glistening off the water. So clear that you could see all the way to the bottom.
I stepped slowly in, lowering my large belly into the water carefully. I saw Kyle as a blur in my peripheral vision before a crash of water rained down on me.
I squealed as the water hit me, splashing him back as he resurfaced.
'God, you're full of too much energy!'
He swam over to me, he legs rubbing against mine beneath the water.
'Is that such a bad thing?'
I couldn't help but feel flushed. 'No,' I grinned back sultrily. 'But save that energy for when you're fucking me.'
He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I could feel his throbbing cock nudging against my pregnant belly. Our tongues danced until my head spun and I couldn't take it any longer.
We broke away and I grabbed his hand, leading him to the rocky shore. He knew. We wasted no time after climbing out before I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me.
His cock speared into my wanting lips. His hips rammed into my ass. The head of his cock nudged at the entrance to my swollen womb. My first child fucking me while I was pregnant with my second. His child.
I moaned in time with his thrusts. Each moan louder than the last. This was our island. I could be as loud as I wanted. To shout out to the world that my son was fucking me.
His hand caressed my belly as his other squeezed my breasts. So large and full. The things that had started all this. My beautiful breasts teasing the desire in him.
'Oh fuck, mum!' he moaned as I pushed back into his thrusts.
My giggle came out in bursts around his thrusts. 'I told you to call me Susan.'
He grabbed my long wet hair and pushed it over one shoulder. I turned back to look at him.
'I know. But it's so much dirtier to call you mum.'
I moaned in agreement as he leant over my back and kissed me. I kissed him back passionately as I almost fell forward from his weight on me.
He straightened back up and grabbed my hips. His face contorting in pleasure. I was lost to my own desire, my moans far higher and quicker.
With one final thrust he erupted into me. Spurt after spurt of his thick ropes splattering against my insides. So long ago I had denied this very feeling, letting his seed spill out over the cave floor. It was where it was meant to be now.
I balled my fists and my toes curled as my own orgasm crashed over me. My legs twitched as every nerve cascaded into ecstasy. My pussy convulsed around his cock, milking every last drop into me.
Finally, his deflating cock slipped out of me, bringing a pool of cum with it. I lay back on the rocks, relishing in the afterglow. His cum leaked out of me, getting stuck in my wild tangle of pubic hair that had grown so uncontained.
He laid down beside me, his hand rubbing over my belly as we caught our breath.
'I'll miss this when you give birth.'
'Miss what?' I asked.
'Cumming in you.'
I gave a laugh. 'Oh sweetie, don't you worry, that's not going to stop any time soon.'
He lifted himself up onto his elbow.
'You'll get pregnant again, though.'
I took his cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze.
'And maybe I want that. I want you to give me as many babies as you can. There's plenty of food on this island. We could support a whole family here.'
He smiled back. 'I'd love nothing more than to start a family with you.'
Our lips met once more. Kissing not for frenzied passion, but a lover's embrace.