Uncharted Ch. 01
Mom and son stranded together on a deserted island.
Author's Note: The story of unlikely lovers being stranded on a desert island has always been cliche for me, but I had an idea and decided to give it a try. Hopefully, it's a little different from the typical stories like this. Events will move slowly, so if that's not your cup of tea then you're probably better off moving on to something else. As always, all sexual situations only involve characters eighteen years or older.
I'm still not sure if writing this journal is a good idea, but I wanted something to help me collect my thoughts, and this seemed as good a way as any. My name is Abby Morris; I'm forty years old and live in a small town that you've probably never heard of. That's a good thing for me, as I value my privacy above all else. I like to keep a lot about myself concealed, especially my past. That's why writing this is so difficult, as even articulating my thoughts and feelings like this goes against my nature, but that's also why I wanted to do it. Keeping everything bottled up inside eventually takes its toll, and this felt as good a way to understand and vent those pent-up emotions as any.
The catalyst of this story began years ago when I was twenty-eight, traveling with my husband and son on a tour of the Pacific islands, on a day when we had a yacht tour planned. My husband John was called away for an emergency conference-call business meeting, so he had to remain at the hotel we were staying at, but he insisted that our son Daniel and I go on without him. The last thing anyone expected was a flash storm to hit, much less for our boat to capsize, but like some nightmare from a movie it had happened, with all hands, to the best of my knowledge, being lost at sea. Somehow, by the grace of God, Daniel and I managed to wash up on shore on one of the nearby islands, or at least I thought it was nearby. In actuality, we'd ended up miles away from our designated route, in the middle of some uncharted territory. I did my best to find us temporary shelter while we waited for a rescue, which I hoped would be a maximum of a few hours, but those hours soon turned into days and then longer without any signs that we might be found.
I'm not going to go too much into the struggle for survival that ensued, because as harrowing and life-changing as that experience was it still isn't the main topic of what I want to write about. Suffice it to say that trying to secure the basic necessities, not only for yourself but a bewildered ten-year-old was a terrifying experience. Luckily, I had taken some survival-type courses years before when I'd been an avid hiker, and they proved invaluable in getting us through those rough times, but even then those first few days and weeks had been frantic as I did the best I could to provide for us.
Time passed, and with it, the signal fires that I'd meticulously tended to every day to reveal our location to any would-be rescuers became less morale-boosting as well as less frequent, and more of my time went to exploring the island we were now stranded on in hopes of finding anything of use. Surprisingly, a fair number of items from our ill-fated voyage managed to wash up ashore, including a few passenger suitcases that had clothing and other useful items, but beyond that it was up to me to scavenge the island to find anything that we could use to survive, all the while trying to tend to my young son.
Eventually, we managed to construct a basic shelter inside the mouth of a cave, as well as set up other basic work-spaces to make our stay livable. One of the items I'd found from our wreckage was one of those kids' toys that allow you to write and then erase messages over and over again, and I immediately set about using it to give Daniel the best educational instruction I could. I'd found some other items that were extremely useful, including scissors and knives, but beyond that it became necessary for us to find whatever we could from the island to support us. Once again, I could probably write a novel's worth of stories based on these events, but that's not the purpose of this testimony. We ended up being shipwrecked on this island for years, ten to be exact, and in that time a great deal changed between Daniel and I. Of course, much of it had to do with him starting as a small child and then later becoming an adult, but our relationship also developed in other ways too, and I suppose this journal is my way of trying to come to terms with all that had happened.
So when did I notice things beginning to change? I guess it was shortly after Daniel turned eighteen. Daniel and I had always been close, and practically inseparable from the day we were stranded, but lately he was acting more distant, wanting to keep to himself. It was distressing to me, especially since I felt like we had such a close relationship. Maybe he was simply trying to be more independent now, although in terms of survival skills, he'd long ago established that he could look after himself. Something was going on with him and I couldn't understand it, and so one day I decided to simply come out and ask him.
"What's with you, Daniel? Something just seems so off about you lately."
"I dunno, I guess things change over time.. for you... me," he answered cryptically, uncharacteristically brooding as he spoke. While Daniel had never been the best at communicating, after eight years I did feel as if he'd managed to open up to me in a way that allowed him to be more direct than this.
"Is this more about me treating you like a kid?" I asked. Daniel had become frustrated, even cross with me as of late because he felt like I was not giving him the proper respect he'd earned as an adult. It wasn't something I'd noticed until he'd brought it to my attention, but as I considered his arguments I began to understand that he was right.
"I'm sorry dear," I'd apologized. "I suppose I've always been the doting mother, and it's not a habit that I can easily break." And with that, I began to give him more free reign, like allowing him to do chores away from our campsite without my supervision even though he'd long before proven his capabilities. I thought the matter had been put to rest, but perhaps this was not the case.
"It's not that Mom," Daniel replied. "It's more like... all the friends I had back home are doing things like getting ready for college, or moving out to live their own lives, you know... meeting people. It's an important time for them, but for me... well, it's just another day here all alone..."
"With me," I said, trying to complete Daniel's sentence.
"No Mom, not at all," he said with sudden conviction. "You're the last of what's bothering me. In fact, you're the only part of all this that's been any good for me."
Despite his convincing tone, I found that very hard to believe. I knew when Daniel was talking about his former friends experiencing a life he could not, he wasn't just talking about school or careers. Most of them had probably had a few girlfriends by now, or fallen in love. Daniel hadn't so much as kissed a girl before; it had taken all my strength to keep from crying when he'd first told me that years ago, although I had suspected as much considering his age when we first arrived here.
It wasn't a topic we discussed often, something that I realized in hindsight had become as difficult for me as it had for him. Daniel, because of natural shyness and maybe a reluctance many children have to talk about such topics with their parents, and for me, because I knew I couldn't simply say things to him like, "Don't worry son, things will get better for you when you grow up," or "Don't worry, Daniel, one day you'll meet the right girl," like other parents could.
And so for the most part, I avoided the subject, but I could tell that wasn't going to be so easy anymore. He was eighteen now, and if I knew anything about men that age I knew how much his hormones were taking over. I'd seen much of it already, as he'd grown nearly a foot in the last year alone, and had gained at least twenty pounds of lean body mass, going from a skinny-ish boy into, well... a man. But that only demonstrated what was happening to Daniel on the outside, I could only imagine what he was feeling on the inside. I tried to avoid the subject because I knew I had no answers, but now sensed that I wasn't going to be able to get away with that any longer.
"I'm so sorry dear, I wish I had something better to say," I lamented. "All of this... all of this shit we've had to go through since getting here... I could endure it all if it had only happened to me. I've lived my life, but you never got that chance. I'm so sorry, Daniel."
"You were only twenty-eight back then, you're only thirty-six now," Daniel replied matter-of-factly. "That's hardly a lifetime."
"It was enough. I got to fall in love with your Dad, get married, and have you. That's more than enough in one lifetime to satisfy me. If I could get you away from this damned place, I'd be more than happy to trade staying here alone for the rest of my life."
"Come on Mom, now you're just being dramatic," Daniel responded. "If we leave, we leave together."
"Besides," Daniel added, "You couldn't live here alone by yourself, you'd go crazy. Just like me, because I'd go just as crazy without you."
"You'd find a way to survive," I said with just a hint of pride. "If there's anything you've convinced me of over the years is that you're a survivor."
"Not without you, Mom," Daniel said, his voice sounding much more earnest than I was ever used to hearing.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, realizing that there was more to what I was hearing than just Daniel's words.
"I mean I know you feel terrible that I'm not back home, meeting girls and falling in love, when the truth is that even if there were a thousand of them here right now I know I could never love any of them more than I love you."
"I love you too, Daniel, but there are different kinds of love. I love John and I love you, but the feelings are completely different. You can't tell me that you don't understand that."
"I do understand that, and I guess that's why I've been so down lately, because I know that's how you feel. But not for me. I feel both kinds of love for you, but I know I can only have one. I've always loved you as a mother, but now I know I love you as a woman too, and those feelings are only getting stronger as time goes by."
"Oh my god, Daniel!" I said, completely stunned. "Please tell me this is some kind of terrible joke."
"I knew you'd say something like that," Daniel answered in frustration. "That's why I can't talk about this." If there was one thing I hoped that I had accomplished with my son over these last few years, it was a more open line of communication. But then again, we'd never talked about anything quite like this before.
"It's... it's okay to talk about it, Daniel," I stammered. "Even if it's not easy for me it doesn't mean I'm not willing to try."
"I know a lot is changing for you now, physically, emotionally... but there are still boundaries we need to maintain," I continued. "Maybe you were too young to understand it when we left home, but there are lines that a mother and son aren't meant to cross with one another. It's not good for either of them. It's not healthy."
"Does any of that matter here, Mom? Are you really going to quote a bunch of crap that's meaningless to us in this place? The only unhealthy thing I can think of right now is that we're here together but also completely alone."
"It's not 'crap,' Daniel. Rules like that don't appear out of thin air; it's wisdom that's been passed down over thousands of years."
"So I can do what, exactly?" Daniel huffed sarcastically. "Wait around to be rescued, even though we both know that's never coming?"
"I still have a sense of right and wrong," I countered. "A sense of morality. I'd hoped that I'd been able to teach you the same, but apparently I was mistaken." The thought of failing on such a basic level with Daniel made me feel overwrought with sadness, sending me into a state of disillusionment.
"You weren't mistaken," Daniel replied, his voice softening as if to try and soothe my pain. "You did a wonderful job raising me here, better than I could have ever hoped for, but circumstances change, people adapt. I'm not the little kid who washed up on the beach with you eight years ago, and you aren't the dedicated Mom who's trying to keep us both safe until Dad miraculously comes in to rescue us. It's time for us to move on with our lives, Mom; I'm sure that Dad already has by now."
That last part stung particularly hard and Daniel knew it, even if he was trying to comfort me overall. We hadn't spoken much about John since the early years of living here, but for a time after the shipwreck I'd often try and lift Daniel's spirits by saying that his father was doing everything he could to find us, including hiring private search parties long after the government rescue officials had likely given up, and that it was only a matter of time before we'd be found.
But as the months being lost turned into years, I had a hard time believing even John would be so dogged, and the stories I crafted about him tirelessly scouring the seas to find us became less frequent. Now that eight years had passed, the sobering idea of John abandoning his search altogether had taken root in both of us, enough so that we never mentioned him anymore, realizing that the subject had become too painful, especially for me. Hearing Daniel say that John had probably moved on with his life felt like aggravating an open wound, and all I could do was look down at the ground and become silent.
"All I'm asking for is a chance for us to find happiness with the time we have left," Daniel said as he took one of my hands warmly into his.
"I don't know, Daniel," I said, with tears now streaming down my face. "This is all so overwhelming."
"Maybe it is for you, but not for me," Daniel replied with surprising confidence. "I feel like we've been heading towards making this decision for a while. We're both adults now, and I know that I want, that I need, to be in an adult relationship, and whether you think it's healthy or not, nothing fills my heart with joy more than the thought of sharing that life with you. Even if you're not so sure about this as I am, I think you owe it to yourself to at least consider it."
"Owe it to myself?" I asked in surprise. "Don't you mean owe it to you?"
"I love you, Mom, I always have, but now I want to love you the way Dad did too. You deserve that in your life, you deserve to be told every day how beautiful you are, both inside and out, by someone who loves you the way Dad did. It's not being selfish to want that for yourself, especially after everything you've done for us."
"I... I need some time, Daniel, please... " I said, my voice beginning to crack again.
"Of course, I understand, Mom," he answered, bending down to give me a small kiss on the forehead, before walking away to leave me with my thoughts. Daniel left, and I noted with some wryness that he had to practically strain his neck down just to kiss me. My son now towered above me; gone was the small, scared little boy that had been shipwrecked here eight years ago. He was a man now, and seemingly determined to prove that to me in ways that I had never anticipated.
Daniel was right about one thing, I had learned to shut myself off from things like romance long ago; it had no place in a place like this where daily survival had taken precedence. Even after we'd managed to establish a somewhat comfortable life, my thoughts had always clung dutifully to vows of marital fidelity and futile dreams of John triumphantly rescuing us.
The funny thing was, if Daniel had been "only" asking me for sex I might have been more receptive to his pleas, not for my sake, but for his. I'd long lamented him being stuck here with me when I knew a man his age should be out experiencing the real world, including the opportunities it afforded for him to discover himself and mature sexually. I was reminded of the day I'd given Daniel "the talk" which of course began with me answering his questions about where babies came from and went on to become a lengthy sex-ed, class-type lecture. I'd felt such an emptiness in my soul that day, wondering if many of the topics I'd covered were even worth the bother considering the likelihood of Daniel being stuck here for the rest of his life.
Daniel wasn't only talking about sex though, he was talking about love. He wanted me to be his lover, for me to open my heart to him and love him the way I'd only ever done with John. Although I'd had a few boyfriends before my husband and had been sexually active, I hadn't found true love until I met him, and I'd considered myself fortunate ever since for having found something that I knew could elude so many others. I was a happily married woman before all of this, one who had put all of those womanly passions and desires on hold for the last eight years as she instead put all her efforts on trying to best to raise her son. And now Daniel was asking for all that to change, for me to change.
"It's time for us to move on with our lives, Mom; I'm sure that Dad already has by now."
The words felt like an anchor around my neck, forcing me to stare at a reality I had not faced before. My relationship with John, our love and our marriage, were nothing more than a distant memory in this time and place, something to be cherished from afar but little more. As much as it pained me to think about it, John had most likely moved on with his life as Daniel had suggested. Maybe he was even better off doing so rather than continue with an endeavor that would have only left him with years of heartache and despair.
I went to sleep that night, telling Daniel as I often did when making decisions that I needed to sleep on it before speaking about it further. The next morning Daniel and I had breakfast, and while he tried not to let on I could see an anxiousness in his eyes that told me he was eager to continue our discussion.
"Daniel, I... I thought a lot about what you had to say yesterday," I began, feeling more nervous than I had in years.
"And?" he asked.
"And I had a dream," I said, trying to move things gradually.
"About what?"
"I'm not quite sure, it was all pretty hazy. All I know is that I was upset about something, and then you were there to comfort me, wrapping your arms around me and hugging me like a warm blanket. And then I woke up."
"I see," Daniel said, trying his best to not sound confused. He clearly didn't know where I was taking this conversation, and in truth neither did I, but I continued on anyway.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're right when you say that we only have each other left Daniel, and while part of me would be perfectly content with crying for the rest of my life over what I've lost, I know that isn't what I want to do or should do."
"It's just," I added uneasily after a lengthy pause, "Well, I don't know where we go from here. I think I still need more time to try and sort things out."
"That's okay, I don't either," Daniel replied. "But it's not like we're late to be anywhere else to be right now."
Daniel's little joke provided a nice bit of levity, and we both chuckled for a bit as the tension in the air dropped noticeably.
"It doesn't have to go anywhere right now, I'm not in any hurry. I just needed for you to know how I felt about you, to get that all out in the open."
It was a smart move on Daniel's part. I had misinterpreted his odd behavior as coming from general malaise, but now I knew differently. He wanted me; my son wanted me to be his lover. I would never be able to speak or look at him again without that cold, hard fact staring back at me. And more than anything, that's exactly what Daniel wanted me to do from now on.
***
I wouldn't call the next few weeks awkward, but they certainly were different. Just being around someone that you know is attracted to you makes everything feel different when you're around them. Daniel was surprisingly delicate in his pursuits, but knowing what I knew now made his intentions unmistakable during those times when he was gently trying to woo me. I appreciated his restraint, what Daniel was asking from me was huge and I'm glad he understood that none of this was going to come easily.
I'd put up emotional barriers out of the need to focus on our survival, but other barriers too. I'd lived the life of a happily married woman for many years, and so any man other than my husband trying to get close to me romantically hadn't happened very often, and the idea of, well, letting them was even more foreign. Still, I resigned myself to making the effort, not only because I'd more or less made that commitment to Daniel but because deep down I knew he was right. Much as it pained me to admit, my life with John was over.
I'd spent a lot of time these last couple of weeks thinking about my husband, reminiscing over good times, often having to fight off the tears as I did so. I'd held out hope for so long that we'd one day be reunited, but now I had to accept that that was likely never going to happen. Till death do us part. Did John even believe I was still alive? For all I knew, I'd already been declared dead and he'd moved on and remarried. The selfish part of me hoped he was still waiting for me as much as I had been waiting for him, but another part of me knew that was never going to happen and wanted John to be happy even if that meant him being with someone else.
Now I was facing a similar dilemma all these miles away from him. I can only imagine how John would react if he found out that Daniel and I had ended up in each other's arms; the word "incest" was as repulsive to him as it had been to me back when both of us enjoyed a life where moral choices tended to be much simpler. But would John want me to be alone for the rest of my life merely for the sake of maintaining those moral standards? Would he want his son to go his entire life without ever falling in love or even experiencing the touch of a woman? I couldn't believe that of my husband; in fact I knew he wouldn't wish that upon myself or Daniel. And so, ever so slowly, I began to rationalize the lowering of my defenses, to recognize Daniel's subtle and yet obvious overtures of love, and to reciprocate just enough for him to know that I was at least willing to give romantic love with him a try.
I think what surprised me the most was that I expected Daniel being my son to be my biggest obstacle to letting him into my heart, but as the weeks went on I gradually realized that the opposite was true. My boy was becoming a man, physically, emotionally, sexually... the thought of being able to be a guide and even participate in his maturation affected me in ways I never could have anticipated. I didn't want to admit it at first, but more and more I discovered that being part of his sexual journey aroused me.
I also came to realize that there was a dark secret inside me that had laid dormant until now that was just waiting to get out, one that wasn't nearly as repulsed by mother-son sex as I wanted to believe, one that with time became more and more curious to know what that forbidden fruit would taste like. And so as I could feel that societal barrier separating us as mother and son beginning to dissolve, part of me was terrified by what I'd find but another was equally intrigued by the possibilities. Maybe you could simplify what I was feeling by saying I was lonely, horny, or both, and I'm sure those feelings played a role in what I was going through, but I also knew it was much more complicated than that.
One day I was alone, using a small pool of water that we had fashioned into a makeshift bath. The area was perfect, a natural hot spring providing warmish clean water to a secluded area that provided more than enough privacy. I think now would be the best time to explain a little in terms of how Daniel and I maintained ourselves in this harsh, deserted environment. Stranded or not, I was always determined to keep us well-groomed and clean. For instance, thanks to my survival classes I knew of a few plants that could be used as soap substitutes for us to use while bathing or general washing, as well as to keep the few clothes we had clean.
As for grooming, I'd always been naturally hairless, so the only places where it did grow as it does for other people were my head and, well, my pubic area. Daniel had apparently inherited this characteristic from me as well, as even after he entered puberty his arms, legs, and chest had only the thinnest amounts of hair, and even his face couldn't grow much of a beard, only requiring a small touch every month or so from a razor we'd found among our salvage items. We used the scissors we'd also been lucky enough to find to cut our hair every couple of months, with Daniel keeping his nice and short and me maintaining it as I always did, reaching just above my shoulders. It may have not been salon worthy, but with some practice we both managed to keep ourselves looking presentable.
I felt something different as I was taking my bath that day, scrutinizing my appearance in ways I hadn't done in years. I stood up in the water, admiring my naked form, knowing that despite the hardships of the life we'd led I was easily stronger, healthier, and fitter than I'd ever been before. Eight years of having to do manual labor to survive, along with a much healthier, natural diet had only led to positive results.
Before arriving here, like most people living in the 1st world, I'd been carrying around at least ten pounds that I had been trying to lose for years, but my physique was completely different now, having not only lost that weight but having replaced it with lean muscle, resulting in a strong, toned look. And despite that my breasts, which had always been my most striking feature, had maintained their DD size. If anything, they looked even bigger now with my sleeker frame.
I stood in the middle of the pool, cupping my breasts, feeling their weightiness in my hands, remembering my previous life when I'd have to deal with men trying to ogle them when they thought I was unaware, or the occasional catcall I'd get walking down the street. Being away from the real world for so long made me forget what that was like, about how often I used to get that type of attention from men. John used to go crazy over my tits, squeezing and licking them, sucking on my large nipples and aureole. Was his son the same way? With all the hormones that were no doubt constantly pumping through Daniel's bloodstream, it was hard for me to imagine him not taking note of my most prominent feature.
I released my breasts, allowing them to hang down naturally again, and now turned around to get a peak of my thighs and bum. Not that I felt old at thirty-six, but with all the hard work and cleaner diet of the last eight years I could easily tell that my ass was rounder and firmer than ever before. Even at the height of my hiking years when I was about twenty, my physique was nothing near as lean and healthy as it was now, as my flat belly and firm yet curvy torso proved. I looked myself over, more than pleased with my appearance, until the one area that I knew could use attention became the focus of my attention, my bush.
It wasn't particularly long or thick; with my genetics all I had there were a bunch of thin, soft curls, with the chestnut brown color only slightly darker than my other hair, but there was still much more of it than I'd allow for when I was back home. I'd always felt more attractive with less, or even none, and John preferred that look on me as well. It's funny how circumstances can make you completely forget something that had once been of such importance to you, but for the first time in eight years I found myself looking at it and feeling self-conscious.
And with that, I picked up one of the razors we'd scavenged, which again were only used sparingly to make them last, and began shaving myself. I'd only intended on doing a little cleanup work, but the more I took off the more I got carried away with the task, until it was finally all gone. At the time I would have never been able to explain what came over me, but looking back I think it's pretty obvious. Even if I wasn't prepared to admit to myself that a sexual relationship with Daniel was coming, much less that a growing part of me wished for it, my subconscious still knew enough that it would not longer allow me to present myself in a way that made me feel less attractive or desirable.
After I was done, I lay on the bank next to the water and used some lotion that I'd managed to concoct from island ingredients to soothe the area. My fingers traveled over my private areas, rubbing the ointment in, and every time they came near my clit I'd feel this small jolt of excitement. Before long those tiny shocks became a need, and soon after my fingers moved as if they had a mind of their own, rubbing first gently but methodically and then fervently into my throbbing clit before switching to wildly fingering my pussy. My climax arrived quickly, and was savage and fierce, ripping through me so hard that all I could do was lie back and catch my breath as I tried to come down from it. The whole episode had taken me by surprise as I rarely masturbated, and even less so since our shipwreck, but my mind was in a different place now. Not that I still didn't carry much trepidation regarding Daniel, but I could feel my sexuality trying to reassert itself after being forced to stay idle all these years, wanting to try and make the most out of my life here not only as a mother but as a woman.
Later that day I went to find Daniel, who was off checking some traps we had laid out to catch small seafood along the shore. The day had become especially hot and sunny, and Daniel had taken off his shirt, clad in only the small, cutoff jeans he normally wore and the old but still wearable sneakers we'd managed to find among the wreckage items. There wasn't anything unusual about what I was seeing, but as I approached him from afar, I couldn't help but think about what had happened at the bath earlier.
Even if I hadn't been able to fully admit what was happening to me, I knew my feelings towards my son were changing. Weeks had now passed since Daniel had opened up about his feelings towards me, but since then he'd kept mostly quiet on the subject. I had told him that I needed time to process everything that he'd said, and perhaps he was now waiting for me. Not that I had worked through all those thoughts and feelings just yet, but now I desired to know more, and my curiosity was too much for me to wait any longer for him to make that next move.
"Find anything, Daniel?" I asked regarding the traps.
"No, not yet, but it is still early," he replied. "I'll try again later."
"Let's go for a walk, dear, there's something I want to show you," I said. We moved along the beach, casually talking about activities we had planned for the day. We sat down together side by side and admired the scenery for a while, and then I decided that it was the right time to change the subject.
"Daniel, you've grown up so much since we first came here," I began. "I know I was reluctant to treat you properly as an adult, but you clearly are one now. I think part of me had a hard time letting go of the image of that sweet boy that landed here with me, maybe that's why I acted the way I did."
"It's okay, Mom. It's just... I feel like I'm going through a lot and that you were being oblivious to the whole thing."
"You're right about that and I'm sorry, Daniel. Everything changes over time though, including you. This is one of the hardest times in a young man's life... I know we talked about the birds and the bees years ago but I never spoke to you at all about things like puberty and all the changes that come with it. That was a huge mistake on my part. If we were back home, in some ways things would be more complicated for you than they are here, but at least you'd be in an environment where you could properly learn and develop that side of yourself."
"If this is about what we talked about before..." Daniel said cautiously.
"Of course it is."
"Mom... despite everything I said, I don't want your pity," Daniel asserted. "If you want to go through with what I said, it has to be for the both of us."
"That's very mature of you Daniel," I said warmly. "And no, it's not pity. I can't describe to you what all this is for me as I'm not even sure myself, but I know that's not it. All I can ask is that you take my word on that."
"Okay, I believe you," Daniel relented.
"Then come with me, there's something I want to show you," I said. I led Daniel over to one of my favorite parts of the shore, an elevated, quiet spot, on the top of a small hill and we sat down together.
"I always loved the view from here, don't you like it, Daniel?" I asked. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, something I probably hadn't felt since I was a teen.
"Yeah, it's really nice," he answered, innocently enough.
"I was thinking about this place today," I continued, "thinking... what a wonderful spot it would be for a young man to experience his first kiss."
"Mom, I..." Daniel started uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry, son," I interrupted, feeling suddenly foolish. "I thought you might like this idea."
"I do Mom, I love it," he said, his voice becoming more and more passionate. "I love that you brought me here, that would care about me so much. But like I said before, I don't want your charity. Even though I believe you when you say that's not the case, it still feels that way to me."
"What can I say that to convince you otherwise?" I asked.
"You can start by saying that it's not my first kiss, but our first kiss. That you want this, that you want me, as much as I want you."
"I... you're asking a lot of me, Daniel," I replied. "This isn't easy for me. You're not the one who's been married for almost twenty years and not so much as looked at someone else the whole time..."
Daniel said nothing, but the look on his face said it all. He felt bad for me, but nevertheless needed that reassurance that I wasn't doing this all out of pity.
"Daniel, I've had much to think about these last few weeks, and spent a lot of it thinking about your dad. I still love John, and nothing will ever change that, but I also knew you were right when you said that my life with him was probably over. And then I thought about you, about what a sweet, handsome young man you've become and that we're likely going to be here for the rest of our lives. I can't tell you exactly what I'm feeling now, about you or any of this, but it's not pity. All I know is that I do want to feel love again, and not just as a mother. I don't expect it all to come easily, but I am willing to start down that path and see where it takes us."
"I'd like that too, Mom," Daniel said, clearly moved by my admission. "And I already love you more than I could any girl, so I don't think it'll be that hard for me."
"Then shut up and kiss me you silly boy," I chuckled, still feeling nervous but now excited too.
I could see the anxiety in Daniel's eyes, the tentativeness in his outstretched arms as he held them out towards me. It's amazing to think that we could hug and kiss one another thousands of times with such ease as mother and son, but still be so acutely aware that this was going to be completely different. The two were apples and oranges, as nature had intended them to be. We were crossing a line today, one which couldn't have been more obvious if an actual physical barrier lay between us, and as much as Daniel had asked, wanted, and yearned to cross that line he wasn't going to be able to accomplish that feat without my help.
"It's going to be okay, Daniel," I said in the most soothing tone I could muster. It managed to calm him down somewhat, and then I reached out and carefully took Daniel into my arms, pulling him all the way into a tight embrace. I could still feel the tenseness in Daniel's arms and shoulders, and reminded myself that he'd only been ten when we'd got here and, according to his admission, had never done anything physically romantic before.
"Let me take over for a while and you just try and relax and enjoy yourself, okay," I said.
I pulled away a little, just far enough to create a few inches of space between us, and then moved in for my target, Daniel's neck, and softly laid a kiss upon it. I could hear him sigh as my lips made contact with his skin, carefully sucking upon it as for the first time in my life I'd touched my son in a way that was completely devoid of any motherly intentions. The moment was not lost on Daniel either, as his sigh turned into a soft moan, and I was glad to see that he'd managed to take my advice and find a way to relax his jumbled nerves.
I followed my gentle kiss with another an inch away, and then another, focusing my attention on Daniel's neck while being rewarded with the steady sound of his soft moans of pleasure, and then slowly moved up to his ears, mixing in my kisses with some gentle sucking on his now hot, excited flesh as well. It wasn't only Daniel that was getting turned on, as I could feel my own temperature rising too. I hadn't done anything sexual in such a long time, and after so many years of being deprived, it was like I could feel that side of me reawakening, yearning for that joy of touching another human intimately.
That wasn't the only reason I was getting excited though; if I could explain what I was feeling so easily then I could pretend it was only physical in nature. This wasn't any man I was kissing, it was Daniel, my son, my only son. More and more the thought of tasting this forbidden fruit had set my body aflame thinking about it these past few weeks, and now that it was happening for real I knew for certain that I wanted more.
Daniel followed my instructions and remained motionless as I explored his ears, sucking on them with my lips before licking and swirling my tongue around them as well, and then I moved over to his face, kissing it again and again all over. I'd kissed Daniel's face so many times before, but never like this. This time was slow and undeniably sensual, my lips covering every inch I could reach while purposely avoiding Daniel's lips. I wasn't trying to tease him, but I knew the next step would be a big one for the both of us, and thus thought it best to take things slow for now.
And then it finally happened, my lips sought out Daniel's and then slowly but determinedly pressed them into his. It was like nothing I'd experienced before, a mixture of lightheaded euphoria and heart-pounding excitement. It was soft and gentle, and not without nervous feelings which I could sense not only in myself but in Daniel, but it happened. We moved apart slightly afterwards and settled back.
"Are you okay, Daniel?"
"Yeah," he replied, shyly breaking into a tiny smile. "That was nice."
"Our first kiss," I said, making Daniel now grin in approval at my choice of words. He wasn't wrong though, as this wasn't just a first for him but for me also. I had just kissed my own son on the lips, and it hadn't repulsed me. Far from it, my heart was beating wildly in my chest, and it wasn't in horror. Fear of the unknown maybe, excitement, most definitely, but not horror or revulsion. I guess I should have been upset with myself, as in one simple act I'd both broken the laws of society and my marriage vows, but Daniel was right, in this faraway time and place neither of those things seemed relevant anymore.
I didn't have any time to think about that anyway, as my words had emboldened my new beau into taking the next step, with Daniel now pulling me down into a lying position and then in for a second kiss. It was sweet and gentle like the first, and before I knew it we were on our third kiss and then fourth. We held the next few a bit longer, and after a few more like that shared a long, deep, soul-searching kiss, our lips pressed hard into one another.
"Oh Daniel," I cried out, overcome with such emotion that I had to pull away. "I love you so much." I didn't know what had come over me, but the next thing I knew I was crying. Daniel took me in his arms and held me with my head against his chest as I quietly sobbed for a while, feeling more and more safe in his warm embrace. I could feel the love emanating from him, the love I'd always shared with Daniel as my son, but now those emotions carried more weight, that of a man and woman coming to accept that they had other feelings for each other too.
"Come on, let's go home," Daniel said. His voice was sturdy, confident, and mature, and I welcomed seeing this side of him. We'd both been through enough for the day, and I was glad to see that Daniel had read my mood and not tried and cajole me for more. Nevertheless, as we walked along the graceful shoreline back to our camp we did so holding hands, and neither of us for an instant believed we we doing it as merely as mother and son. As deeply as those emotions were still flowing between us, this was something entirely different.
***
It wasn't until the next morning after breakfast that we spoke about it again, and this time it was Daniel who approached me.
"Mom," he began cautiously, testing the waters to gauge my mood, "I... I just wanted to say how much yesterday meant to me. You know, with what we did."
"Me too, sweetie," I smiled back.
"Really? I wasn't sure... I mean it seemed like you were okay, but I know how reluctant you were about it before."
"I've had a lot to think about," I replied. "I know this is a time for you to learn about yourself, but I've been learning about myself too."
"Mom, I..." Daniel said, bringing me back from my thoughts. He clearly had something to say, but was feeling nervous about it.
"It's okay to tell me what you're feeling son, I want you to know you can trust me... always." Even if those same rules didn't apply to his mother, at least yet, I didn't want Daniel to be afraid to talk about what he was going through.
"I was thinking about yesterday, about us lying together in that pretty place, and it just seemed so perfect. Thanks for taking me there."
"It's always been a special place for me," I smiled back. "I don't know why I never showed it to you before."
"I was thinking how beautiful it was," Daniel went on. "In my thoughts I imagined us holding each other tight and kissing there again, but this time it was even more perfect because, well, this time we weren't wearing anything."
My eyes got wide in surprise, and Daniel quickly began again.
"I'm sorry Mom, I know I shouldn't talk that way to you. It's just... my mind goes to those places and I can't control it. You're so pretty, and every time I see you all I can think about is us being together that way. I tried so hard not to have such thoughts, I really did. I know you're not supposed to look at your mom like that. But lately... I've just had these urges inside me. I tried my best to stop them, but all they do is keep getting stronger."
"It's okay, dear," I replied, still feeling a little caught off guard but trying to look calm. "There's nothing wrong with... I mean to say, it's all part of growing up sexually. All kinds of erotic thoughts, urges, images, might enter your mind, it's all about trying to make sense of it."
"Okay Mom, I'm just glad you weren't offended or anything."
"Back when we talked about sex, I explained to you the simple basics; if you were in school back home they would have taught you at least that by now, but there's so much I didn't talk about. You're growing up into a man, there's no use trying to deny that now, and that includes having all kinds of new urges. You do need to learn how to deal with them, but I don't want you to try and stop feeling them any longer."
"Even if they're about you?" he asked.
"I... well, this all comes back to what we talked about a few weeks ago," I replied. "I suppose I should have seen such a thing coming, being the only woman here, but I didn't, or at least I kept myself from wanting to see it. Either way, I know I can't do that anymore."
"What about you, Mom? Do you ever look at me the way I look at you?"
"I didn't Daniel... I couldn't," I muttered in response. "It's not that I don't think you're attractive dear, quite the opposite. I've been very proud to watch you grow up to be the handsome man you are today, both inside and out. But it's one thing for a mother to appreciate her son from afar and another to have the kind of feelings you're talking about."
"I know none of this has been easy for you, I'm sorry for that," Daniel said. "I just knew I couldn't continue on with the way things were between us."
"I understand that now, and you've given me a lot to think about these last few weeks. Sometime after coming here I learned to repress parts of myself too, like love, passion, and sex, all in the hopes that it could wait long enough for us to be rescued one day. But now... I know that's probably never going to happen. And that's why yesterday meant as much to me as it did to you. Because for the first time ever, I thought even if I have to live the rest of my life here I might still find happiness."
I could see my final words especially strike an emotional chord within Daniel, and he strode over to me and took me into his warm embrace.
"That means so much to hear you say that Mom, you know all I want to do is make you happy."
"Mom, I don't want to just be your lover, I want to be the best you've ever had. You understand why that's so important to me, don't you?"
"Yes dear, I think I do," I replied. The emotional bond we already shared was already stronger than anything I could ever feel with anyone else, including John. Even being in Daniel's arms now, hearing him speak to me with such loving tones had me thinking about us sharing those sweet kisses from yesterday and how wonderful that had been despite Daniel's inexperience with physical love. No man could ever compete for my heart with him, I knew that for certain now. Nevertheless, I had to speak up in reply.
"Daniel... years ago, when we talked about sex... I did my best, but I also kept it clinical. I talked about the basics like reproduction but there's so much more to sexuality than that, things that you know little or even nothing about. Love, lust, knowing yourself, and having a partner to share and learn from those experiences. Most people spend the better part of their lives trying to figure these things out and a lot of them are still searching by the end. As sweet as it is to hear you say that you want to be a great lover, there's a lot more to it than just that."
"What are you getting at?" Daniel asked.
"As special as yesterday was Daniel, it also reminded me that because of your age you knew nothing about love and sex when we first came here, and later because of my lack of instruction know just about the same amount now."
"Then show me Mom... please," Daniel said. There was almost a sound of anxiety in his voice that I found alarming.
"Daniel, I think it's best if we take things slowly. In fact, that might be the best thing for the both of us."
"I can appreciate it if you want to take things slowly, Mom, but don't shut me out. I want you. Maybe it still sounds weird hearing that from anyone besides Dad, but for me... I feel a sense of freedom that I know I can't bottle up again. And after yesterday, I think you feel the same way. There's nothing I want more than to hear you say you want me too."
"Daniel, I... I," I stammered. I hadn't seen this coming, but suddenly I knew we were at a crucial moment of our relationship. I'd managed to talk about us as lovers in a mostly abstract way before but now Daniel wanted me to verbally confirm that I had the same feelings for him that he had for me.
"Damnit, do I really need to say it? You're my son, Daniel. Maybe you don't think it's a big deal to cross that line, but from where I come from it is."
"And like I've been trying to tell you, none of those lines matter here. You don't have to guilt trip yourself about what people back home would think when we're probably never going to see them again."
"It's not just that Daniel. Being a mother is more than what society tells you. It's a feeling, an instinct. It's a bond, a duty to protect your child above all else, even your own interests. That connection doesn't end after birth, in fact it's only grown stronger for me ever since."
I could feel myself becoming overwrought with emotion and needed to stop for a while before continuing, so I looked down at the ground as I tried to compose myself. As I sat Daniel got down on one knee, taking one of my hands into his, and held it tightly.
"Mom, I feel that same connection with you, I always have. And I felt it more than ever when we were together yesterday, in each other's arms kissing. It was magical, special, and loving. You can't convince me that something that felt that right could ever be wrong."
"But it's not supposed to be that way, Daniel. I'm the one who's supposed to be protecting you from harm, not inflicting it. I admit yesterday was special for me too, but I could still sense your immaturity, that vulnerability that comes from a lack of experience. You may be an adult in other ways now, but sexually... I'm not even sure you know yourself yet, much less how to be with someone else. I don't... I couldn't stand the thought of ever harming you."
"You could never harm me, Mom, and as for the rest... if I need to understand more, then there's no one I'd rather learn from than you. I trust you."
"Maybe I don't trust myself," I replied dryly. "I've already experienced feelings that I never thought possible as your mother."
"Then maybe we both have something to learn about ourselves," Daniel said, "and I don't see any better time for that than the present."
"Daniel, we have chores to do," I protested.
"They can wait and you know that," he chuckled. Daniel was right, I was just feeling butterflies again, and so when he took me by the hand I meekly followed as he guided me back to our sleeping area. Not that our beds were much, but they were functional and a lot more comfortable than the ground. I took note that Daniel walked me back to my bed, something I hadn't shared with him since those few times as a child when he'd been too scared to be alone and I'd allowed him to spend the night with me. And of course, I hadn't been in bed with someone with amorous intentions since being back home with John a full eight years before that. I don't think it hit me until that moment how lonely I'd been not to have a man in my heart or bed for that long, as I'd practically gone used to the idea of celibate solitude. Daniel wanted to change all that if I was willing to give him the chance. As scary as all that promised to be, it was hard not to be moved by his intentions as well.
I lay down on my makeshift bed, which wasn't anything more than some sheets we'd found in the wreckage that I managed to stitch together and then stuff with leaves, and then watched mesmerized as my adult son lay next to me and took me into his arms. We began very similar as we had before, exploring each other's lips with soft kisses, until I decided to change things up a bit by opening my mouth and gently pressing my tongue forward. Daniel was surprised at first, but quickly figured it out, parting his lips and allowing my tongue to enter before using his tongue to playfully joust with mine. It was fun and exciting, and as Daniel quickly adapted to what was happening I could feel my arousal beginning to churn inside me.
"Daniel," I managed to finally say, pulling away from him. I was breathless from my excitement, once again amazed that I could become so aroused from acting this way with my own son.
"There are... well, the mouth is considered an erogenous zone, but there are plenty of others too."
"Erogenous zone?" Daniel asked quizzically.
"Yes..." I began carefully. "Places that feel good to touch... sexually. Places that you want to pay special attention to when you have a partner and are... well, making love."
"Show me, Mom... please," Daniel said, lying back on my bed. I looked into his eyes and saw such a tenderness mixed with a yearning that mirrored exactly the tone in his voice. I had told Daniel that he needed to understand himself better and now he was asking for my help, and with that in mind I knew I could not say no.
There was an irony with what Daniel was asking that was not lost on me, that he was going to have me "teach" him the art of receiving physical pleasure that was very different than what my love life had been with John. As much as I loved my husband, sex always tended to be very straightforward with him. He was not much into foreplay, and even then it was rarely more than a blowjob. As John had once told me, "So long as Mr. Happy is happy, I'm happy," something I'd very much taken to heart. And so telling Daniel that he had numerous erogenous zones and him asking me to demonstrate felt like exploring new territory for me, and not just because I hadn't been with a man in eight years.
Once again I thought back to the image Daniel said he wished could be true, of our mouths tenderly exploring each other's while lovingly embracing one another in the nude, and I knew it wasn't just lust that had overtaken his heart but feelings of passion and love. It wasn't the kind of thing John would ever say to me, making it clear that Daniel was different from his father in this respect. He was very much a blank slate sexually, open to whatever new ideas I presented to him.
And it was with all this mind that I moved over my son as he lay back on my bed and went over to his head, starting with gentle kisses and licks over his ears and then softly nibbling on his ear lobes. It appeared to be working, as Daniel began breathing harder with deep sighs.
"Do... do you like that?" I asked, sounding more nervous than I expected. I was very rusty when it came to this sort of thing. Seeing the look of pleasure on Daniel's face gave me enough feedback to continue, so I moved on to his neck, slowly kissing the sides and front before motioning him to turn on his side so I could use my tongue on his nape. This worked even better, and the excitement I could sense from Daniel was inescapable as he pulled me away and back towards his mouth so we could share a deep, lingering kiss.
"No Daniel, please," I said as I managed to pull myself away. "This is about you. Just lie back and let it all happen."
I moved farther down now, trailing a long line of small kisses and licks down his chest before finally settling upon his nipples, teasing the small, hard buds with the tip of my tongue. Daniel let out a sharp hiss of excitement, making me think it was a sensitive area for him, and so I began vigorously sucking on them back and forth, and swirling my tongue around his areole.
"You like that too?" I teased. I had tried something similar many years ago with John, and it had gone nowhere, so I was more than pleased to see such a positive reaction from Daniel.
"Oh yeah, I love it," he responded. I could hear the excitement in his voice, crackling like a burning flame, and it was enough to trigger my own arousal.
"Just make sure I get to return the favor to you sometime," he added with a naughty smile. I could feel it now, this was clearly turning me on too.
"You'd better," I smiled back. Yes, I knew for certain that I wanted him, or maybe I'd always known it and was merely starting to feel comfortable enough to openly admit it. I still believed that we should take this slowly, mostly for Daniel's sake, but I now saw this ending the same way Daniel did and was no longer afraid of what the future held for us. My words emboldened Daniel, and as I remained leaning over him I could feel his hands tugging at the bottom of my shirt to pull it up and over me.
"No Daniel, not yet," I said. The look of disappointment on his face was enough to break my heart, so I quickly added, "It will happen, sweetie, I promise. You just need to be patient about it, okay?"
"Okay," he replied, soundly somewhat relieved. "But Mom, there is something you could do for me. Please, it's practically hurting..."
Daniel's gaze went down to the only article of clothing he was wearing, his tiny cutoff jeans. With the growth spurt he'd experienced in the last year they were probably already a size too small for him, and with the excitement he was feeling presently the front was bulging obscenely as if it was futilely trying to break through the tough surface. I looked back up into Daniel's face and he simply said, "Please, Mom..."
"Okay dear," I replied nervously. My hands were practically shaking as I got back up into a sitting position and reached down to undo the front of Daniel's jeans, then carefully slid them down his legs before tossing them aside. My son was now lying on top of my bed, naked as the day he was born, but seeing him for the first time like this as an adult wasn't what had garnered my attention. Not that his chiseled frame wasn't an impressive sight, but the huge cock waving like a bloated sausage from his groin was too much not to focus on.
"Oh my god Daniel," I gasped in startlement as I came face to face with my first cock in eight years. For some reason, I found myself recalling what my old friend Tammy once said to me about penises vs. cocks, that the former was what a woman saw when talking to her platonic friends and the latter was what she saw when talking to a man she desired, and without hesitation, I knew that I was looking at a cock. My eyes became transfixed on the impressive sight before me; Daniel's had to be about eight inches long, but even more startling was just how thick and meaty it was, with wide, blood-filled veins keeping it almost standing straight up.
"Mom," Daniel said. There was something in his voice that was surprisingly docile, almost pleading.
"Um, yes, dear?" I asked, finally prying my eyes away from the sight that had practically taken control of me to look back into my son's haunting blue eyes.
"There's been something I've been meaning to ask you about, something that's worried me," he continued. I didn't know what Daniel could be talking about until he grasped his shaft in one hand and turned it slightly so that the other side was facing me. There was a small bruise on the wide, flared helmet of his cock, dark blue, almost black.
"What happened, Daniel?" I asked, more than a little concerned now. "Are you in pain?"
"No... I... well, yes, a little," he admitted.
"How did this happen?" As much as my more primal instincts had been aroused, my motherly ones were still able to take back control when necessary.
"I...I..." he started, unable to continue.
"Daniel, I'm still your mother, we can talk about these things," I said, trying to reassure him. It felt weird reasserting my role as his mother considering the wanton feelings I'd just experienced, but those lines were forever blurred now. I was Daniel's mother and I loved him, but I lusted for him too. Right or wrong, that was my reality.
"It was from, you know... trying to feel good... from touching it," he replied meekly.
"You mean from masturbating?" I asked in disbelief, before realizing that Daniel probably hadn't even heard that word before. "I mean, from trying to give yourself pleasure... sexual pleasure?"
Daniel nodded yes in reply, making me even more confused. I then began to wonder how this could be, and finally could only think of one solution.
"Daniel, would you show me what happened?" I asked.
"Um, okay... sure," he replied uneasily. Daniel then proceeded to put his thumb on the tip of his cock and carefully rub circles into it, including right over the bruised area.
"I usually go a lot harder than this, but, you know, it's sore right now."
"Daniel, there's no right or wrong way to masturbate, but the most popular way I know of is very different. It may be better for you too since it wouldn't focus all the pressure on one spot like you've been doing."
"Would you show me?" Daniel asked.
I extended the index finger of my left hand and then curled the fingers of my right and tried to simulate a man jerking off, looking much more awkward doing it than I probably should have.
"Mom, that's not what I meant," Daniel said in frustration. "Would you show me, on me?"
"Daniel, I..."
"Please, Mom, you said you wanted to teach me to understand these things," Daniel protested. I knew Daniel was right; it's not like I had any sex-ed manuals to show him how to jack off. Whatever he learned would have to come directly from me. And with that, I poured some homemade lotion I kept near my bed onto my hands and began to make them nice and slick.
"What's that for?" Daniel asked.
"It's not totally necessary, but considering you're tender already I think it's for the best," I said. "When a man masturbates he's trying to simulate what it's like having sex with a woman. When a woman gets aroused she releases liquids in her vagina that lubricate it, making it more pleasurable for both of them when the man puts his cock inside her. I'm using the lotion here as a substitute for that. And then... well, he usually curls the fingers of one hand tight to act like her vagina so he can move his cock back and forth as if he's having sex with her."
This was my moment of truth, and my eyes darted back and forth between the excited look on Daniel's face and the towering shaft waving in front of me. Gently, carefully, I grasped Daniel's cock with one of my hands, immediately noticing that my fingers were barely able to reach around the shaft to touch one another.
"Is... is everything alright?" Daniel asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, only now realizing that I'd gone into a bit of a trance as I watched my hand holding my son's very erect shaft. "You have... you have a very nice cock, Daniel."
"Really?" he asked in wonder.
"Yes, really," I said back as I looked into his eyes reassuringly, only afterwards realizing that I'd been smiling. It had been so long since I'd seen a hard cock, much less held one in my hands, and I'd forgotten how much I used to enjoy the experience. I tried not to think about it, but the twitching feeling in my vagina was unmistakable now. As much as I was here to provide a learning experience for Daniel, it was hard for me not to want to also take pleasure in what was now happening too.
"You have such a big cock, Daniel, I've never seen one so beautiful," I couldn't help but confess. Without even thinking about it, my hand started moving purposefully up and down Daniel's hefty shaft, with nice long strokes from his bulging sac up to the big, purple tip.
"This is where your body makes cum, although I only used the clinical word, semen, when we had those sex ed classes," I said, as my other hand went to Daniel's swollen balls to gently massage them.
"Why didn't you call it cum before?" Daniel asked with genuine curiosity.
"For the same reason I said you had a penis back then rather than a cock. I was trying to talk to you more like a science teacher," I replied. "There's lot of regular words, slang words, that you've probably never heard when you were a kid back home or maybe heard but didn't understand that you would have learned later as an adult. Like having sex, which we talked about before during your school lessons. Most adults call it 'making love,' or 'fucking.' I didn't tell you that back then, but since you're all grown up you might as well know about it now."
"So making love and fucking are the same thing?" Daniel asked.
"In the basic sense they are, but for most people making love involves romantic feelings for the other person. Fucking can happen between loving partners too, but you hear it more often when people have sex for pleasure only, without necessarily being in love."
"Well, you know how I feel about you Mom. I'd only want to make love to you."
"I love you too, dear. But don't worry, there's nothing wrong for people in love to fuck each other too, it all depends on the feeling of the moment. But you'll learn about that when the time is right."
"Ooooh, that feels so good when you touch me there, Mom," Daniel said, moaning now as I stroked his heavy balls between my fingers.
"A lot of men enjoy that," I giggled, trying to still sound somewhat professional although our conversation was now clearly turning me on too. "Next time try rubbing or lightly squeezing your balls too when you masturbate. A lot of men also like having them licked or sucked on. I used to do it for your dad all the time."
"You sound like you enjoyed doing that for Dad too," Daniel said.
"I did," I admitted. "Your balls are where your body makes all that hot cum that sprays out of your cock. For whatever reason, knowing all that sticky cum is inside there, just waiting to get out, has always excited me, so much that I feel the urge to lick and suck a man's balls whenever I see them."
I almost took a moment to apologize, knowing how slutty that sounded, but then realized such concepts were completely foreign to Daniel.
"That sounds great, Mom, I love hearing that you have urges too. Would you do that for me too?" Daniel asked, almost pleading. "I'd love that so much."
"I...I... I'm not sure, Daniel. This has already gone a lot farther than I wanted it to."
"Please, Mom. I've never felt anything this good in my life. Please use your mouth on my cock or my balls. Either would be amazing."
"Next time, dear, I promise," I said. I could feel myself shaking a little from all the emotions inside me, knowing that the promise I'd just made was as much to myself as it was to Daniel. He was so close now to cumming anyway and had already learned more than enough for this session that it only seemed right not to take anything further. A few strokes later it happened, with Daniel's cock erupting like a geyser with stream after stream of white cum flowing from the tip, coating my fingers all over as it spilled his sticky cream onto his groin.
"Oh my god, that was so good, Mom," Daniel said through a glassy smile afterward. The look of pure ecstasy on his face spoke volumes, and with it a look of heartfelt gratitude. "I never knew it could be like that, Mom. Thank you so much." I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so good pleasing a man or seeing one look so happy after being with me. And yet there was so much more Daniel had yet to experience. Part of me envied his youthful enthusiasm, excited for what exploring his sexuality had in store for him. And of course, knowing that I would be the one to show Daniel the way was something I couldn't stop thinking about either.
Daniel and I had spent the rest of the day mostly to ourselves, tending to our chores, and while that kept my mind mostly occupied my thoughts remained inundated with the events of that morning. Only a few hours before, Daniel had been lying naked in my bed as I'd jerked him off to orgasm. If there had been any feelings of denial left in me, they were certainly gone now. Still, when Daniel had asked me for oral sex I'd backed off, telling myself that he wasn't ready. But was I ready? Physically, I knew the answer was yes; the urges churning inside me to do it when he had asked had been almost overwhelming, but I still had to wonder if my final reluctance wasn't just about Daniel but about some unresolved issues in me too. It was a lot to think about, so I was more than glad that we didn't speak again about it until the following day.
To be continued...
I am currently working on Chapter 2 but always welcome constructive criticism and suggestions. Thanks for reading.Uncharted Ch. 02
Shipwrecked mother and son finally give into their passions.
"Mom, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about yesterday," Daniel began.
"Sorry about what, dear?" I asked, trying to put him at ease.
"Well, you said things had gone farther than you wanted to. I'm sorry if I was pushing you too much."
"You don't need to feel sorry, Daniel. With everything you must be going through, the last thing I want is to make things harder for you emotionally."
"I don't know what to think," Daniel said flatly. "All I know is that I want to be with you all the time. That being apart even for a little while makes me feel empty."
"Sounds like you're in love," I offered, smiling warmly.
"I guess I am," Daniel chuckled back. "But what do I do about it?"
"Nothing for the moment. Like you've said before, neither of us is going anywhere."
"Is something bothering you too, Mom? I feel like despite everything there's still something you haven't told me."
"I'm not sure myself, but it's still kind of hard to talk about," I answered.
"Mom... as much as I loved what we did yesterday, none of it would have mattered if it hadn't been with you. It wasn't just being able to do those things for the first time that made it so special, it was being able to share that experience with you."
I could see the look of confusion on Daniel's face as he tried to find better words to express himself. Whatever he was feeling, it reflected what I was going through.
"I know Daniel, I feel the same way. You need to understand though, that it's not easy for any mother to say those things about her son. I didn't think having those kinds of thoughts or feelings was even possible for me until a few weeks ago, much less putting them into action the way I've been doing with you. Love can be such a complicated thing. You asked me to love you as a woman, as a lover, and I thought that doing so meant not being able to love you anymore as a son. But I can't stop loving you as a Mom, it's just not in me to do so."
"Why can't it be both? It is for me."
"That's what I've been fighting with myself over these past weeks, Daniel. Part of me didn't want to believe what was happening, that it was unnatural and wrong, but as time has passed I've come to accept that I have a chance to be happy with you in a way that no other man, not even your dad, could give me. The thought frightens me a little, but it does other things too like warm my heart in a way I've never felt before."
"I just want to be with you, Mom. We don't even have to do those other things, even though part of me wishes we could do them all the time."
"I'm sorry about that last part," Daniel said, suddenly becoming bashful. "That probably sounded dumb."
"It's okay, dear," I responded reassuringly. "You're becoming an adult, and your sex drive is part of it. Learning when you need to maintain control, and when it's okay to let your instincts take over... it's all part of growing up."
"There is one other question I have, even though it's probably even dumber," Daniel said.
"What?" I asked.
"When I... when you made me... when all that cum came out... that's the stuff that makes babies, right?"
"Well, it's sperm that does it specifically, and they're too small for you to see. But yes, sperm is a part of your cum and it joins with a woman's egg to make a baby."
"So, if I had done that inside you yesterday... would we have made a baby?"
"If the timing is right, then that's the way it normally works, except... I never told you this before because I thought you were too young, but after you were born I wasn't able to conceive... umm... get pregnant anymore."
"Why is that?"
"The doctors weren't sure themselves, but it does happen to women sometimes."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mom. You really can't get pregnant... ever again?"
"The doctors wouldn't rule it out entirely, but yes, for the most part that's what I was told."
"Did you want to have more children?"
"Yes... very much," I stammered. "Your dad and I tried all the time for a few years until finally going back to a normal routine and leaving it to chance."
"I'm really sorry to hear that, Mom. After everything you've done for me, I can't imagine a greater gift now than making you pregnant. I wish I could. Sorry again if that sounds silly."
"It's okay, Daniel," I replied. "Besides, you said yourself that nothing that mattered in the outside world is relevant here. I don't think either of us would want to bring a child into this environment, however, so clearly it's for the best for us now that I can't get pregnant."
"I know you're right Mom, but just the thought of it... part of me wishes I could give you a baby, especially after hearing you say you wanted more. As close as I feel toward you now I know I'd feel it even more so if our baby was growing inside of you. Don't you feel the same way?"
"I... I'm not sure what to say," genuinely taken off guard.
"I'm sorry, I guess that sounds silly," Daniel said.
"It's not silly, but... I don't think we should be talking about this at the moment, especially since I told you it can't happen."
"Okay, I get it. Mom, would you lie with me a bit?" Daniel asked innocently. "We don't have to do anything, I just want to be next to you."
Daniel looked so sweet as he extended his hand that I blushed a little as he walked me back into our spartan living quarters and lay me back on my bed. He then moved next to me, holding me in an embrace that felt more comforting each time he did it. We talked for a while about nothing in particular, and Daniel made me laugh a few times, and as wonderful as it was to just be together and enjoy each other's company I think we both knew as we'd made our way to our makeshift bed that it wasn't going to be a strictly platonic experience.
It started with soft, gentle kisses, separated by more light banter and laughs, but when Daniel paused for a moment and looked at me with those penetrating blue eyes I could feel the passion welling within him. The next kiss was just as slow and gentle as the others, but so much deeper and more sensual as our mouths fused as one, lips burning together, and then parted into an even more fervent, open-mouthed kiss. I marveled at how much Daniel's kissing had improved in the short time we'd started, from the tender but timid boy from our first time to the impassioned young lover now eagerly trying to seduce my tongue with his. After a while of our tongues playing with one another like they were performing some pre-mating ritual, Daniel pulled away. I remained lying on my back, with Daniel hovering above me, the look of desire in his eyes burning now more than ever.
"Mom, you're so beautiful, so beautiful," he cooed lovingly. "Please I need to see more of you." The fingers of Daniel's left hand playfully teased at the buttons of my blouse, making his wishes clear.
"You've... you've never seen a naked woman before, have you, Daniel?" I asked. My voice was tinged with pain and sorrow as that thought settled in, once again reminded of how much this wretched place had robbed Daniel of getting his rightful chance of becoming a man.
"In my dreams, yes, I've seen your beautifully naked in my dreams so many times, Mom," Daniel sighed back. "Your soft breasts, your womanly curves, my cock has gotten so hard every night for months now as I saw you like that in my mind, just like I've cum so many times while I pictured us kissing and holding one another in the nude together."
Daniel's words were so raw, so exposed, and so real. I knew this was yet another case of those primal urges that Daniel had tried so hard to suppress, the ones I insisted he not fight anymore even though they obviously all featured me. I took a deep breath to try and regain my composure before giving him the silent nod to continue. His fingers moved quickly, and much more adeptly than I had expected, unfastening all three buttons in a matter of seconds before pulling the front wide open. Now fully unrestrained, my heavy breasts spilled out for him to hungrily gaze upon, with each teardrop-shaped orb hanging over the side of my chest.
"Oh my god, they're so big," Daniel said in awestruck admiration, enough that I couldn't help but chuckle in response.
"They are, aren't they?" he curiously asked, sounding not so sure of himself anymore.
"Yeah, I suppose you could say so," I chuckled again. "They're double D's in size. The farther down the alphabet you go, the bigger. Most women are A's or B's."
"I don't even remember what other women look like to compare," Daniel admitted. "I just know these look huge. So big and soft. Is it okay for me to touch them?"
"Of course," I replied. "Just be gentle about it."
Daniel set about massaging my breasts, carefully squeezing and caressing the heavy flesh between his fingers.
"Mmmm, you're a natural," I purred sexily in response. "I forgot what it's like to have a man tell me I have big tits, much less look at them or touch them like this."
"I love your big tits, I've never seen anything so gorgeous," Daniel said, immediately picking up on my use of the slang word. "You deserve to hear that every day, Mom."
Daniel kept working his magic on my breasts, and I could feel my temperature slowly but steadily rising along with my deep, excited breaths. Suddenly he moved down with his head towards my chest, taking one of my engorged nipples between his lips and sucking hard.
"Oh, oh god, yes," I groaned loudly in response.
"I've been wanting to try that on you ever since you did the same to me yesterday," Daniel said, looking back at me with a wide-eyed grin. "Your skin is so soft Mom, and... sensual. And your tits feel incredible in my mouth."
"Keep going on them, but maybe a little lighter, dear," I instructed.
Daniel was all over my chest for a good long time now, licking, sucking, and kissing my tits. Much of it mimicked what I had done to him, like swirling his tongue around my nipples or softly chewing on them, and I was glad to see how much he'd already learned from me. It was more than that though; Daniel absolutely adored my breasts, kneading the hot flesh between his fingers, kissing them all over, worshiping them as if I were a goddess. My head was practically spinning from excitement now; not even at the best of times had John shown such passion in wanting to please me, much less shown the obvious excitement that Daniel radiated as he satiated his own lustful needs. My shirt was still on me, and with the heat coming from my body the urge to get it off me became unbearable.
"Daniel, please," I said motioning to get it off, which he did in record time, tossing the garment to the floor onto the other side of the room. I stretched my arms upward in a catlike fashion and rested them behind my head in the sexiest pose I could muster, jutting my tits forward even farther as I enjoyed the cool air now circulating my upper body. Daniel stopped all of a sudden, making eye contact with me with a look of both yearning and desire.
"What is it, Daniel?"
"Mom... you're so gorgeous, more beautiful than I could ever imagine, but I need more. Please..."
Daniel's eyes remained on mine, but his fingers now teased the buttons of the cutoff jeans I was wearing. The look In his eyes conveyed so much, but above all else, a burning love for me that I'll never forget. I know how hungry Daniel was to see his first nude woman, to love, lust, and admire the opposite sex in all her natural glory, but there was more going on in the way he looked at me than that. He wanted his mother to let him love her in the only way that until now he'd been denied. I thought so much about Daniel as my forbidden fruit, wondering what it would be like to quench my thirst with his love without realizing that Daniel had long ago made that decision regarding me for himself. Admitting to Daniel that he owned my heart and soul as no man other ever could had been special, but that wasn't enough. I had to willingly offer him my body too; only then would our love for each other be complete.
I gave Daniel a tiny, simple nod, and then watched as he undid my bottoms and pulled them past my hips and down my legs, tossing them over to where my blouse lay. I hadn't had much in the way of underwear to choose from, but ever since the day Daniel and I had first kissed had made the effort of alternating between a few sexier pairs of panties that I had managed to find during our salvage operations, including the purple lace panties I'd picked out for today. Daniel reached with a hand on either of my hips, and I moved them seductively side to side about the bed as he slid them off me. It was only then that he realized how wet I was, as my panties were drenched with my juices.
"Oh my god, they're soaked right through. Are you okay, Mom?"
"Of course I am," I chuckled in reply. "Come on Daniel, I talked to you about this yesterday." Daniel looked shyly back at me, not sure what he should say, and so I continued.
"When a woman gets sexually excited, her vagina produces a natural lubricant," and then I added in a huskier, seductive voice. "It means her body is ready to have her man's cock inside her. That she's ready for him to fuck her, make love to her. That she wants to join their two bodies into one, as lovers."
I'd stared lustfully into Daniel's eyes as I spoke, and my not-so-subtle way of inviting Daniel to fuck me was not lost on him, but rather than embolden him as I'd intended he became suddenly nervous.
"Mom, I want to, more than anything I've ever wanted, I want to... but you were right about me before. I'm not ready."
I could see the look of unadulterated lust on Daniel's face, but there were other emotions too that I hadn't expected, including a great deal of confusion.
"Why don't you lie with me a bit, honey? We can just cuddle for a while."
"That sounds nice, I'd like that," he replied, breaking into a little smile.
"Why don't you take your clothes off first, dear," I said. "I think we'd both like that."
I reclined back on the bed and watched in silence as Daniel stood before me, our eyes making contact as he got naked before me. Seeing my young, virile son in the nude again with that gorgeous blessing he'd grown between his legs was more than a pleasant sight for me, and I could not help but grasp one of my breasts and rub one of my excited nipples to add the my pleasure. I even managed to hold up one of my heavy tits close up to my face and suck on the hardened nipple, keeping eye contact with Daniel the whole time to see if I could get a reaction. The wide smile on his face and the look of lust in his eyes told me he enjoyed the sight.
Daniel looked so happy, smiling widely, as he approached me, and I held out one hand for him to take to further show him that I was now welcoming this level of intimacy between us. And with that, I took my son into my bed with open arms, both figuratively and literally, as we held one another tenderly and kissed as our hands took their time to travel and explore each other's naked bodies.
As much as Daniel's attention had been fixated on my tits earlier his hands were now just as engrossed on my lower body, starting with his hands that spent a generous time cupping and feeling up my ass. My head was practically spinning from the sensory overload of feeling Daniel's naked flesh molded against mine as our lips and tongues dueled with one another, but when I felt one of his long fingers slip over to caress my leaking slit, I lost complete control. My son stopped everything he was doing and held me tightly, keeping me steady as I screamed out loud, experiencing my first-ever orgasm in his arms, and then cradled me lovingly afterward as I took some time to recover.
"I haven't done anything like this for so long, I forgot how wonderful it can be," I smiled, practically glowing. "You don't know how happy it makes me to be able to explore these feelings with you." My face was only inches from Daniel's as we still held one another and I found myself once again getting lost in his beautiful eyes. My son's eyes, my lover's eyes. Circumstances may have forced us together, but now that it had happened I knew I wanted Daniel more than I'd ever wanted any man. My desire was such that he could make me cum with the slight touch of his finger, and now I wanted more. I was ready, we both were.
"I love making you happy," Daniel said. "And I know there's still so much more to learn. I can barely wait for you to teach me everything."
"I will dear, I promise," I replied, smiling even wider now, "But there's something else I need to tell you first."
"What?"
"Do you trust me, Daniel?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then trust me when I say you're ready. You're as ready as you need to be."
We were looking each other in the eye when I'd all but said the words; I wanted Daniel to fuck me. The certainty with which I'd spoken was not lost on him, but not enough to convince him just yet.
"I... I just don't want to do anything wrong... I'm still not even sure what to do, exactly."
"That's okay, dear, I can walk you through it. And it's not like you need to be perfect, I doubt anyone is their first time."
"But I want it to be perfect... for you. You deserve perfection. I won't be satisfied until I'm the best you've ever had."
"You already are, dear. No man has ever made me feel what I do with you, or even come close. Just lying with you here, holding each other tight, looking into each other's eyes, there's nothing more perfect than that. More than anything, I feel like our hearts have become one, and now more than anything I want our bodies to follow suit."
Daniel said nothing, still looking more than a little unsure of himself. I knew how much he wanted me, his eyes said it all. But that look of unease and fear was still there too. Maybe I was being selfish now, and with that I decided to relent.
"Okay, we can take our time," I said. "Here, I'll show you something new, although you kind of stumbled upon it yourself yesterday."
"I did?" David asked quizzically.
"Just lie back and relax," I said. "It's called a blowjob, when a woman pleases you by using her mouth on your cock. And before you ask, I don't know why they call it that. There is another word, fellatio, that some people say instead, and I think it's Latin or something, but I'm not sure."
"I'll try not to worry about it," Daniel mused.
"Good, just lie back and try to relax."
I decided to take things gradually, once again starting with little kisses and licks on Daniel's neck and shoulders while caressing those areas and others with my hands. More than anything, I felt that a lack of confidence was what was holding Daniel back from his true potential as a lover. Since I've always believed that communication between partners was the most important aspect, I saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone here.
"You have such an attractive body, Daniel," I breathed as sexily as I could as my hands traveled along the strong muscles of his firm arms and chest. "I always knew you were handsome, but you have grown up into such a good-looking man. When I saw you naked yesterday, and again today, I could feel butterflies in my stomach, and my heart began beating wildly. I haven't felt that way in a long time; I'd almost forgotten what it was like to feel that kind of excitement."
"I felt the same when I saw you today, Mom," Daniel replied.
"You did?" I smiled warmly back at him. I could sense Daniel becoming more comfortable and relaxed as I massaged his body, and was happy to see him opening up to me as well.
"You have such soft, beautiful curves, Mom. I love your big breasts, your wide hips..."
"Your bum," he added with a little laugh. "I couldn't stop staring."
"I saw what you were staring at," I said slyly. "It was my pussy. Your eyes were practically glued to it."
"I... I'm sorry," he recoiled, sounding a bit tense now. Luckily I didn't have to explain what my use of slang was this time, as we both knew exactly what had caught most of his attention.
"It's alright, Daniel, you were curious. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Besides, when we do make love, you're going to have to do a lot more than just look at it," I added with a chuckle. "There's fucking, which you already know something about, and oral sex, where the man uses his lips and tongue to excite a woman's pussy, and other things too, like his fingers."
"I'd like that," Daniel said, sounding more confident now. "I'd like to learn everything I can to please you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Mom. All you have to do is tell me what to do."
"That's sweet of you dear, and that's why you're going to become a fantastic lover. I have no doubt about that. But for now, just try and relax, and let momma take care of you."
"Okay," he contentedly smiled back.
I worked my way down his body until now I lay over his waist area, propping myself up on one elbow and taking Daniel's cock in my other hand.
"I didn't even realize how much I missed this," I mused as I circled Daniel's thick shaft with my fingers and slowly moved them up and down. "And then yesterday happened... I saw you naked and then got so turned on when I started playing with your cock. And then you asked me to go down on you and I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't go through with it."
"Overwhelmed? I don't understand."
"I guess... even after everything we've done together, this whole thing is still a little shocking. The last thing I thought when I became your mother is that eighteen years later I'd be stroking your hard cock in my hand while hearing you ask me to put it in my mouth."
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to get all weird on you."
"It wasn't weird, Daniel. The only weird part was having to admit to myself how much I wanted to do it."
"Really?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, really," I replied. "I used to love giving head... that's another way of saying oral sex. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it after being here all these years. I couldn't get enough of it with your Dad. And then hearing the passion in your voice as you asked me to suck your cock... like I said, it was overwhelming. Part of me wanted to cry and another was getting wet with excitement."
"Please Mom, please suck my cock for me," Daniel said, his voice once again pleading with desire. "I want to know what it's like so bad."
"Of course baby, you have such a beautiful cock it took everything I had not to suck it yesterday," I said, my voice practically shaking with emotion.
And with that, I formed an "O" with my mouth and slid Daniel's meaty cock down my throat. He moaned loudly as my hot lips slid over his thick, veiny shaft, making it more than half the way to the bottom before sucking it hard.
"Ohh... ohh," Daniel grunted, sounding like he was feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh my god, Mom, that's so good."
"Easy there, sweetie, just try and relax," I said after sliding his cock out of my mouth. "The more you can get comfortable, the better it will be."
"Okay Mom, I'll try," he said. "Thank you so much for this."
"Just be a good boy and relax, and let Momma take care of you," I said with a sly wink.
For the next while, I gently stroked Daniel's shaft with my hand as I used my tongue on the head of his cock, licking and sucking around the mushroom-shaped head, swirling my tongue around it at times. I also kissed it again and again, which Daniel seemed to love, and so I spent plenty of time showering his cock up and down with sweet, loving kisses. At times, I'd switch my attention to his balls, licking and kissing them, or taking them into my mouth to suck.
To Daniel's credit, he managed to settle in and enjoy himself, moaning softly and responding verbally with loving words of appreciation. Despite his lack of experience, he was already showing better control of his body than most men I knew. Then I gradually picked up the pace, until finally locking my lips around its pulsing head and vigorously bobbing up and down as fast as I could. Despite not having sucked a cock in ages, my technique wasn't too rusty, and before long I going down on Daniel like a mad woman, even managing to rhythmically squeeze his bloated ball sack as I sucked him.
"Oh...Oh!" Daniel said with a loud bellow, his entire body seizing up as his orgasm overtook him and sent jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth. I did my best to swallow it all, knowing that Daniel was crouched over watching despite me not being able to see him.
"Did you?" he asked incredulously. "You ate it."
"Some women do, some don't," I answered. "It's not something I've always done, except for the special men in my life."
My last comment made Daniel shyly smile in gratitude.
"Thanks for that, for everything, Mom. It was incredible."
"Why don't you relax for a bit and get a chance to catch your breath?" I offered.
I then went back to slowly stroking his cock, letting Daniel unwind and savor the downtime while we spoke again.
"You did this a lot for Dad, then?" Daniel casually questioned. It may have seemed strange that Daniel would want to talk about his father at a time like this, but I think I understood. He was still learning about himself, about what it was to be a man sexually, and he had no other male role models to compare himself to. As for me, I didn't mind him mentioning John if he wanted. I'd long gotten past the feeling that anything I did with Daniel was cheating. For all I knew, John had remarried and was raising a new family of his own. I wouldn't blame him for moving on with his life either, and so this was simply me doing the same with mine.
"Yes, quite often," I smiled, feeling a bit nostalgic now. "Your Dad worked long hours and oftentimes would be too tired to have sex when he came home, but he'd still be horny, and so would I, and this is how we managed to get by. I didn't mind; it's always been a huge turn-on for me to feel a hard cock in my hands, and even more so in my mouth, so I enjoyed doing it for him almost as much as he enjoyed having it done."
"But he didn't do anything for you?" Daniel asked, sounding puzzled.
"Sometimes he would, and the rest of the time, I took care of myself."
Daniel gave me a look that said everything was thinking, that it wasn't fair for John to have ignored my needs like that.
"But you're so beautiful, Mom, your body drives me crazy. Even now I'm thinking about what it'd be like to kiss and touch you all over."
"It's okay, Daniel, I didn't mind, really," I said, mocking his fascination with that word as I chuckled.
"Oh my god, that reminds me," I continued, laughing, "you were so young you probably don't remember this..."
"What?" Daniel asked.
"One time I found you in my bedroom, playing with a new toy you'd found on my dresser. You were so intrigued by it, switching it off and on, amazed by the way it buzzed. I must have turned three shades of red..."
"What was it?"
"It was a toy, just like you thought it was," I laughed, "just not one for kids. It was my vibrator, my best friend for when your Dad wasn't in the mood or too tired."
"What's a vibrator?" Daniel asked.
"It's an adult toy, a sex toy. Luckily, mine was just a long, plain cylinder, because some of them... well some of them look like this," I said, holding Daniel's veiny cock straight up. "Still, I was so embarrassed."
"How does it work?" Daniel asked, his curiosity now piqued.
"It has batteries and when you turn it on, it vibrates... probably where they get the name from," a said with a smug grin. "Anyway, you can let it vibrate against your erogenous zones, or use it more like a cock, pushing it in and out of your pussy like you're having sex. There are ones that don't vibrate too, they're called dildos."
"You could have made something like that here," Daniel said. "It wouldn't vibrate, but it could do the other part."
"I know, I... a lot happened when we got here, Daniel. For the longest time, all I worried about was trying to survive and trying to set up rescue fires. Getting off... as in having orgasms, was the last thing on my mind."
"Well, it's been years now, I think it's okay to have other priorities too," Daniel said. "You should make a new vibrator... or dildo, I guess, in this case. I can help you make one if you if you want."
"Maybe," I giggled. "That might be a fun activity."
"So you used your vibrator a lot then?" he asked. "While thinking about Dad?"
"Usually, yes."
"Usually?" Daniel asked hesitantly. "You mean sometimes it wasn't about Dad."
"It's normal for partners to have other fantasies," I replied, sounding more nervous than I probably should have. "I hope you don't think I was being unfaithful to your dad by doing that. I wouldn't do that to him, or betray your trust in me either."
"No, I understand Mom, or at least I think I do. It's like what you said about urges. Having them is okay, it's knowing how to handle them that matters."
"I'd... I'd love to watch you use a dildo, or let me use it on you," Daniel said hesitantly. "Sorry again if I shouldn't say stuff like that. I just feel so excited right now."
"It's okay dear, in fact I like that you aren't so shy about what you like, or think you might like. Most people have a hard time figuring these things out for themselves. It takes years, and sometimes even then they don't figure it out."
"I don't understand," Daniel said.
"You wouldn't because you missed out on a lot of experiences, many of them good, many of them bad, but you do end up learning a lot about yourself from them. Your first kiss, your first date, teen life with your friends, senior prom, and on and on..."
"Are you okay, Mom, you sound upset," Daniel asked.
"I am a little, you missed out on life Daniel. I know you want to try and make the best of it here, and you've convinced me that it's the best thing either of us can do now, but that doesn't mean I still don't feel pain at what you've lost."
Daniel rose to a sitting position and took me into his arms.
"There's one thing I haven't lost out on Mom, it's love. I love you more than I could ever love any woman back home. I know you have a hard time believing that, but it's true."
"I do believe you, Daniel, because I feel the same way about you. It was hard for me to accept at first, confusing, and embarrassing... no mother would ever want or expect to feel that way about her son, but now that that door has been opened, I know I want it to stay open. I want to see where our love takes me, takes us."
I was practically in tears now, sobbing, and Daniel held me even tighter in his arms.
"It's okay, Mom, you don't need to cry," he said, trying to comfort me.
What Daniel didn't understand was that my crying was tears of joy, that being able to finally voice what I'd been feeling was like a weight being taken off my shoulders, one that removed the last bits of guilt that I'd been feeling since the first day Daniel had approached me about all this. After holding me for a while, I began to relax again, and Daniel was the first to speak.
"Mom, I... I want to learn more about you, about how to touch your body, to know how to please you properly. Would you help me do that?"
"Of course, sweetie, I'd love to," I answered, wiping away the last of my tears.
Daniel and I switched places, with me now lying on my back and him sitting above me. The next while was one of the most intimate experiences of my life as Daniel explored my nudity with his hands and mouth, carefully searching for and finding my erogenous zones with my subtle guidance and encouragement. He took his time again, starting with my neck and ears, and despite his lack of experience was slow and meticulous enough that I learned that these areas were much more stimulating for me than I'd before realized. Now it was my turn to lie back and enjoy myself, letting out soft moans and cries of pleasure as I let Daniel do as he pleased with me.
Next, he moved on to my breasts, and if there had been any mistaking Daniel's fascination with them earlier, those doubts were put to rest now, as Daniel became noticeably excited, fiercely attacking them with his mouth while mashing and squeezing the heavy flesh between his fingers. I loved it, and if anything loved watching him lose some of the self-control he'd thus far managed to maintain as his state of arousal built higher and higher.
"You really do like those, huh, Daniel, you like Mommy's big tits?" I always loved teasing men during sex, but my choice of words even took me by surprise. Ever since I'd begun this relationship with Daniel, I'd been trying to deny that his being my son fueled rather than detracted from my lustful desires for him. But now, with my excitement boiling over within me, any sense of decorum was being discarded as I wanted to enjoy that feeling to the fullest.
"Oh, god, yes," Daniel groaned back. "They're so fucking gorgeous."
"Suck hard on Mommy's nipples, baby," I said. "That's what feels the best."
He did just that, and did other things too, like swirling his tongue around and around my engorged nipples, moving back and forth between them. He spent an inordinate amount of time on my breasts, practically worshiping them again, and with them being one of my most erogenous zones my body was practically on fire by the time he decided it was time to move down further.
Daniel traveled down my body, going past my torso with small kisses and licks, pausing to tongue my belly button as he continued exploring my body. There was only place I wanted him now, however; as the inferno between my legs had reached a peak level where I couldn't stand not being touched there anymore. Nevertheless, I held back my impatience long enough to allow him to caress and trail soft kisses along the curves of my hips, trying to enjoy the teasing as much as I could.
When Daniel finally reached my pussy we both moved to get more comfortable, with me now in a sitting position with my legs spread wide and feet on the bed and him lying prone between them. My lips were inflamed with my excitement, with my juices now flowing freely, begging for attention, but once again Daniel focused his attention elsewhere, kissing my mound around them.
"Daniel, please, I need your tongue on me," I implored, my voice shaking with arousal now.
Luckily, I didn't need to explain myself further, and the next thing I felt was his warm tongue sliding up and down my crevice.
"Oh god, oh fuck!" I cried out as mere contact sent my body over the edge with a short but powerful orgasm. It had been so long since I'd done anything like this, and my pussy felt oversensitive to being sensually touched again. And so I took some time to recover, sitting back against the wall with my eyes closed for a bit as Daniel returned to enjoying himself, slowly kissing and fondling my mound, occasionally returning to my slit to gently lick and kiss her some more.
"I love the way you taste Mom, like sweet honey dripping onto my tongue," Daniel said, his voice full of arousal. "Is that what it was like for you when you swallowed my cum?"
"Not the same taste dear, but yes, I loved the feeling so much," I replied. "For some people, at least for me, it means a lot, like sharing each other this way is a symbol of our bodies becoming one as lovers. Tasting your cum inside my mouth, feeling it inside my pussy, just having such thoughts drive me wild. That's part of the reason why sucking your cock turned me on so much, and why it's going to be so special when it's inside my pussy."
When I opened my eyes I once again was rewarded with the sight of Daniel's handsome face nestled firmly between my legs, and I watched intently as he lay several soft, lingering kisses on my pussy, his head tilted sideways and lips fusing to mine almost as if the two were tenderly making out. The look on his face was of quiet adoration, practically entranced as he stared into my most private area a mere few inches away. There was something almost reverential in his actions, and I wondered what he was thinking about. The sight of looking down and seeing my son with his face buried between my legs had been surreal enough for me, but for Daniel being this close to his mother's vagina probably meant even more. He tickled and carefully prodded the inside with the tip of his tongue, seemingly lost in his own world, trying to maximize everything his senses were experiencing for the first time.
"You like Mommy's pussy, don't you Daniel?" I playfully teased.
"Oh god, yes," Daniel sighed. "It's so beautiful, just like the rest of you, Mom. Like the prettiest flower I've ever seen. Your scent, your taste, I love all of it so much, just like I love you, Mom.""
"I'm glad you like it," I chuckled back. "Not all men feel the same way about vaginas." But of course, this wasn't any man, or any vagina. I knew how special it felt to see and feel Daniel between my legs, and the expression on my son's face more than made it clear that he was going through a similar epiphany with me.
"So sweet, so soft..." Daniel quietly moaned in between long licks up and down my crevice. "I could do this all day and be happy."
"You can use your fingers too, Daniel, and spread my pussy to see more," I instructed him, "just be slow and careful about it. Take your time, looking and exploring. You can use your fingers, but your tongue works well too, besides feeling really nice for me."
Daniel did as I asked, being even more gentle than I could have asked for. He worked his tongue slowly over me, exploring a woman's private area for the first time, pausing only to occasionally ask me a question. And so I'd talk to him about my outer and inner lips, explaining what I knew about them as I felt Daniel's tongue gently licking and exploring them. I hadn't expected this to turn into a biology lesson, but there was something undeniably erotic about being able to teach Daniel such things while having him use my body to facilitate his lessons. And so we went on like this for a while, with Daniel's tongue and my words teaching him everything I knew about giving a woman pleasure. His tongue even went up my ass at some point, shocking me a bit like a jolt of electricity.
"I'm sorry, Mom, was that a bad thing to do?" sounding so purely innocent but with the tiniest bit of panic in his voice.
"It's okay, Daniel," I replied, immediately regaining my composure. "The anus is an erogenous zone too, in fact, a lot of people especially enjoy it."
"But not you?"
"Your dad... your dad liked to keep things fairly basic, and I pretty much followed his lead," I said. "But I don't want that to influence you, Daniel. You're your own man, and our relationship is not the same as your dad and me. Whatever path we follow will be our own."
"What do you think?" I asked him after a while longer of allowing Daniel to explore my pussy. Daniel's face was still mere inches away from my womanhood, with him staring directly at it while casually working a finger into my crease.
"Your pussy is so lovely, Mom. I love that word too; it's pretty just like you. Thank you for this, Mom, I feel like you've given me an incredible gift. You're so beautiful, but I didn't know how completely beautiful until today. There's only one thing I still don't understand. It's so small in there, so tight... I can't believe I came out from here. How... how were you able to do it?"
"Giving birth is a miracle, the body does incredible things, including allowing a woman's vagina to stretch open enough for a baby to pass through."
"But to answer your question, it hurt like hell," I quipped back with a sly chuckle.
"I'm sorry, Mom, you know the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you," Daniel replied. His voice was surprisingly tender and emotional, and he followed his words with the softest line of kisses up and down my slit, almost as if he were trying to apologize for the pain I'd felt all those years ago.
"I know dear," his heartfelt ministrations affecting me more than I could have imagined. "Just know this, being pregnant with you was the happiest time in my life. Sure, there were plenty of down days, but it didn't matter. I was never happier."
I felt this urge well up inside me, a desire originating from my pussy and pulsing through me like an unquenched thirst. I hungered to feel Daniel inside me, his hard cock physically joining us in a joyous combination of maternal love and carnal passion. I wanted it... incest. The word I'd been so convinced was the worst thing a mother could ever want from her son was now the one thing I wanted the most to share with Daniel.
I came so close to saying the words aloud, begging Daniel to fuck me. He probably would have by this point if I insisted, but instead, I held my tongue and settled back down to relax. All of this wasn't just about me, it was about my son's welfare, and the last thing I wanted to do was cross the line between nurturing his confidence and pushing him too hard for the sake of satisfying my selfish desires. I would take this at the pace he wanted.
"I saved the best part of our lesson for last, Daniel. Do you see that hard little hill at the top of my vagina? That's the clitoris. We didn't talk about it when I taught you sex ed because all I did back then was explain reproduction and nothing about female pleasure."
"So it gives you pleasure?" Daniel quizzically asked.
"Lot and lots," I smiled widely back. "Remember how good it felt when I played with the head of your cock, when I licked around it with my tongue and sucked on it with my lips? Well, the clitoris gives women that same kind of pleasure. You can use your fingers and pull back the skin at the top a little now that I'm relaxed enough."
"It looks like a little pearl," Daniel mused as he followed my instructions.
"That's funny, a lot of people say the same thing. In fact, some people even call it that as a nickname. I usually just say 'clit' though. You can rub it or stroke it with your fingers, and letting a vibrator pulse against it feels amazing. But my favorite is feeling a tongue on it."
"Do you want me to lick your clit, Mom?" There was such a sweet innocence in Daniel's voice, loving but still laced with childlike curiosity that turned me on as much as anything he'd done to me physically.
"I'd love that, sweetie," I smiled back.
I watched Daniel's mouth open and his tongue hesitantly extend forward, and then felt the jolt of sexual electricity overtake me as the tip made contact with my hardened clit.
"Oh god, yes, Daniel, that's it," I grunted in pleasure. "Just keep working on my clit for now, licking it up and down, side to side, or around in circles. Mix it up for now.'
We continued like this for a while, with Daniel licking my pussy as I'd instructed and gradually adding other types of stimulation, including him sliding one of his fingers in an out of me as his tongue kept working on my clit.
"Do you like that Mom, does it feel better when I use my finger like that?" he asked with genuine curiosity. His finger now moved purposefully, rhythmically in and out, pistoning into me again and again.
"Oh god yes, Daniel, I love it," I shrieked loudly back.
"I wish it were my cock fucking you instead," he continued, his voice almost pleading. "You wish it were too, don't you Mom? Please, it would turn me on so much to hear you say it."
"Oh god, baby, yes!" I cried out as I could feel a huge orgasm about to hit. "I wish it was your cock fucking me. I can see it in my mind now, you fucking me the hell out of me with that gigantic cock of yours. Faster now, baby, faster, I'm almost there, Daniel!"
Daniel's fingering, which he'd expanded to two fingers at some point without me noticing, began hastily fucking my sopping cunt as his tongue lapped away furiously over my clit. I was convulsing in the bed now, going crazy and shouting expletives until my climax finally went off like an explosion, starting first in my groin but then overtaking the rest of me.
After I came down from my orgasm, I breathlessly invited Daniel to lie back with me on the bed, where we held one another tight and traded soft kisses.
"So... so that was good?" he naively questioned.
"Of course, silly," I laughed back. "I mean, there's still a lot more you can learn with experience, but it was more than fine for today."
"I want to, I want to learn everything from you, Mom," Daniel said with a determination that was so cute that I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You can, and you will," I smiled back. I thought about everything that had happened today, and in that moment made up my mind. This wasn't me being selfish after all; Daniel was ready to take that next step.
"But more than anything, Daniel, I want you to make love to me now. I never knew how much I needed... how important it is to me, that I feel you inside me. Not your fingers or your tongue, as wonderful as that was, but your big, beautiful cock..."
"Mom, I..."
"Daniel, you're ready. Trust me, you're ready," I said, trying my best to reassure him.
"I do believe you, Mom, and I trust you," Daniel began, but I don't want to do it here. I was wondering if we could go back to that place, the one you took me to have our first kiss? I was thinking we could go there tomorrow."
As comfortable and cozy as my bed was, the cave that served as our home was also rather dark and dreary, and I understood completely why Daniel would prefer a change of setting. With the vista he was choosing being the most beautiful part of the island, it was hard not to feel romantic about the idea too.
"Okay, you win," I chuckled. "It's a date."
"But for now... well, I was wondering if you'd let me lick your pussy again," Daniel said. He had a bit of sheepishness in his voice, but the look in his eye told me how horny he must be feeling.
"I'd like that," I grinned back, "but what about you? Would you like me to suck your cock first?"
"That sounds nice," he smiled back.
"Here, let me show you something new," I said. I had Daniel lie on his back on the bed and then moved over to the other side to climb on top.
"This is called the sixty-nine position, Daniel. Couples do it when they want to please each other with their mouths at the same time."
We spent the next hour or so 69ing, sometimes at a leisurely pace and others more frantically. Daniel was excited at the chance to explore my body again, and I could feel his hands squeezing and caressing all over my curvy ass as his tongue licked my pussy, with one finger even entering my asshole at one point. I gave a long, satisfied groan when he did so, encouraging him enough to gently finger fuck it as we continued and, feeling a little bold myself, decided to do the same back to him, which he seemed to equally enjoy.
When all was said and done that day, I'd cum twice more from Daniel's tongue and had swallowed an incredible three loads of his sticky semen down my throat. It was an afternoon to remember, an exhausting marathon of hands and mouths everywhere, tirelessly working to make each other cum and cum again, but exciting enough that it took hours before we'd finally had enough, especially considering that I was determined to keep my promise and not ask for Daniel's cock inside me again. I also got to experience first-hand Daniel's gradual but unmistakable improvement in his oral technique. He was as quick a learner as he was an enthusiastic one, once again demonstrating to me that he would one day become a fantastic lover.
Feeling satisfied, we ultimately moved apart and went our separate ways to wash up. I'd forgotten how much I used to love sex, how much my sexuality and sex life had been a part of my identity when I was back home. And now Daniel had awoken that side of me again, but it wasn't just the sex, it never would be when it came to Daniel. I'd loved him since the day he was born, since before that even, when I'd carried him for nine months inside my womb. I never could have predicted back then that a day like this would ever arrive, where'd we spend hours naked in bed together, joyously making each other cum again and again, but now that this was my reality I knew I had to have more. To feel Daniel inside me again, now as my lover, with his hard cock joining us as one, was something I needed to experience, that I wanted to experience, more than anything I'd ever wanted before. Even after feeling worn out from all the oral sex and orgasms I'd just had, the mere thought of Daniel's cock finally pounding in and of my hot pussy gave me the shivers, and I would be counting the hours between now and the early date tomorrow.
Other than having dinner together, Daniel and I were apart for the rest of the day, getting ready for our "date" tomorrow. I took another one of my long, hot baths, making sure I was not only clean from all of the cum we'd spilled today but also doing my best to look my best for tomorrow. At one point as my hand traveled over my pussy and the recollection that my boy's hands and mouth had been exploring me there only a few hours before took hold of me, with the amazing image of Daniel's face wedged tightly between my legs, hungrily lapping at my pussy entered my mind once more. I could now imagine Daniel's face again, but now it was above me as his naked body lay on top of mine, with his cock pounding furiously into me. The thought turned me on so much that I nearly began playing with myself, only barely managing to stop at the end. There would be time enough for this tomorrow, and by then it would be happening for real, not just a fantasy for my mind to enjoy.
***
I had trouble sleeping that night, so distracted I was from what was about to come. I hadn't felt like that about a man since I'd been a schoolgirl experiencing love and sex for the first time. I didn't feel nervous like I had back then, but the anticipation had put me into a state that felt oddly similar. This new day was special, and more and more I felt glad that Daniel had asked me to wait yesterday. It was almost noon when I finally did wake up, and a quick peek over at Daniel's bed told me that he'd already been awake for some time now.
"Morning," I said when I walked outside. Daniel had already set out breakfast on the table we usually dined on, with an appealing assortment of fresh fruit that told me he'd put extra effort into preparing for the day. He was also wearing the nicest clothes he had, relative to the circumstances we were in, of course, and did other things like fix up his hair and shave.
"Is this all for me?" I joked with a little chuckle.
"No, but it is all for us," Daniel slyly quipped back. I couldn't help but smile warmly. This was all for us. Daniel's first time deserved nothing less than to be special, and for me... it was special in a way beyond words. The way Daniel was acting created an atmosphere of quiet confidence and contentment. He wasn't going to back out again today, I was sure of it. My lover, my son. Those two phrases had become interchangeable for me these past few days, but today it would become official.
After breakfast, we walked together along the shore holding hands, and although neither of us spoke of it aloud, we both knew where we were heading, to that same secluded hilltop along the shore that I'd taken Daniel to for us to share our first kiss. The day was gorgeous, with no wind, plenty of sun, and just the right temperature, a perfect day to be outdoors. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of making love there. As much as our little cave offered the closest we had to being a home, there was something special about making love outdoors when the scenery could be as beautiful as this.
I wasn't the type to have sex outdoors when I'd been back home, but there was a certain "freedom" I liked, a feeling that being so exposed in broad daylight was a message to both Daniel and myself that I wasn't going to feel any shame or embarrassment for what we were doing. We continued walking along the shoreline, talking, joking, and laughing. I was incredibly impressed with how relaxed Daniel was about all of this, and if I still had any nervous feelings they were put to rest by his calm demeanor. He was going to enjoy this and savor the moment from beginning to end, and I was more than happy to play my part and do the same. About halfway towards our destination, Daniel offhandedly commented on the heat and removed his shirt. It wasn't that hot, in truth, the temperature was just right, so I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at until he took off the rest of his clothing too.
"I just thought this might be more comfortable," he said coyly. It wasn't necessary, but it definitely was more romantic, and with that, I followed suit and piled my clothes along with Daniel's in the spot where he had placed them.
"Mom, I have something I want to show you," Daniel began. From one of the pockets of his folded clothes, Daniel pulled out two bracelets he'd made using island twine and some charms made from colorful shells and stones he'd found.
"I made this first one a few weeks ago and was going to give it to you as a birthday present, but a couple of days ago I made this other one too. I was wondering... hoping, we could give them to each other as a keepsake for today."
"Daniel, they're beautiful," I said. "And I love your idea."
We each held out a hand as the other tied our bracelet into place, and while it may not have carried the pomp and ceremony of a wedding I felt very much like we were exchanging marital bands, and extra hedonistic about having this about our private wedding taking place in the nude. It wasn't so much a symbol of commitment to one another, however, but a confession, an acceptance that our love for one another as mother and son had not only survived this awful place but unexpectantly grown and evolved into something entirely new and extraordinary, and that whenever either of us looked at our bracelet we'd be transported back to this special day when those feelings and desires had been consummated for good.
I still kept my actual wedding ring on, other than Daniel's bracelet it was the only apparel I now wore, and felt no need to remove it, but was keenly aware now that it maintained its place on my finger more for sentimental reasons than anything. What I had shared with John would always be special for me and out of respect for him and the life we'd shared I would continue wearing it, but the symbolism of what it meant to me had significantly changed. Daniel's bracelet was meant to be a keepsake, and I knew that even years from now when I looked at it I would remember this day, from the tender moments I'd shared with him at breakfast to our heartfelt exchanging of bracelets and then going back to the most romantic spot on the island to make love for the first time. Those were the memories that would carry me through the good and bad days I had left on this earth more than anything from my wedding day, which as special as it was seemed more like a distant memory now for me than home.
We continued along the beach naked together, still walking hand in hand, practically frolicking at times, as we laughed and joked with the ease you'd expect from two people who were comfortable being together this way. It was fun and exciting, and with the added sexual tension we would now stop occasionally here and there to embrace one other and kiss and exchange words of affection. This continued on as we gradually made the rest of the way up to the hilltop, behaving as would-be lovers who had resolved to give ourselves to one another in mind, body, and spirit.
"I never get tired of this view," I remarked as I stood a few paces ahead of Daniel, peering over the hillside.
"Me too," Daniel smiled, although he was clearly looking at my naked form rather than the shore. His little quip was enough to make me blush a little. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed having a man talk to me this way, to have one look at me with admiration in his eyes or desire. I knew how much Daniel wanted me, how he had relit a fire inside me that had been dormant for so long, and now all I felt was the hunger inside me that was desperate to come out and reciprocate. I could remain casual about what I was feeling for a bit longer though; Daniel had taken the lead today from the moment I'd joined him for breakfast and I was more than content to allow him to remain so for as long as he wanted.
He had an air of maturity today that made him especially attractive to me, a quiet confidence combined with the warm, loving attitude of a man in love. The noticeable excitement of what was feeling was apparent too though, not just in Daniel's eyes but in the sizable erection he'd been sporting ever since we'd taken our clothes off on the beach. Neither of us made any mention of it as we had our nude walk along the beach together, we didn't have to, but my heart was pounding with anticipation of what was to come next.
I now noticed that Daniel had been up here earlier, as several blankets were already laid around the spot that would serve as our love nest, although considering how much effort he'd put into preparing everything else for today it only made sense that he'd want to make the environment here as comfortable as possible for us too.
I was still standing near the precipice when I felt Daniel come up behind me and wrap his arms around my shoulders. I could feel his hard shaft nestled in the crevice of my ass, and the warm sunshine bathing the rest of me. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so safe and so loved. I was still looking out over the water, admiring the beauty of our surroundings, when Daniel spoke again.
"For a prison, this place sure has its consolations, doesn't it?" he mused.
"It sure does," I replied. "I used to come here all the time when we first got here. It's one of the more visible parts of the island, a perfect place to start a signal fire."
"And now?" Daniel asked. "You haven't lit of those fires in quite some time."
"And now I come here to appreciate the beauty of this place," replied.
"I remember how stressed out you were when we got here, Mom. I even know that you blamed yourself for it happening for awile, despite there being nothing you could have done."
"I couldn't bear the thought of everything that had been taken away from you. Your family and friends back home, your future... your happiness..."
"I know it's hard to believe, Mom, but I have found happiness here. The only time in these last few years I was unhappy was recently, when I knew I'd fallen in love with you and was heartbroken thinking that those feelings would go unreturned. But these last few weeks have changed all that. As long as we're together, I can be happy, here or anywhere. As long as we're together, nothing else matters to me."
"I don't know what to say," I said, my voice becoming emotional.
"Tell me you feel the same way. Hearing that from you would mean the world to me."
I took a moment before responding, looking around me at some of the most beautiful nature one could ever imagine, my son and I, naked in each other's arms, and only a few paces away, the blankets he'd carefully laid out on the ground for us to make love for the first time.
"The man you've grown up to become, Daniel, you've made me so proud. The last thing I ever expected that man to do was ask me to be his lover. But now I'm grateful it happened. I can't imagine living the rest of my life without a man's love or his touch, and now I'm certain that I want to experience those feelings with you. And if your love is all that this life has yet to offer, then I can happily live with that too."
Of all the confessions I'd made recently, to both myself and Daniel, this felt like the biggest one. After all the years of struggling to leave this place, we were both accepting that we could be happy staying here for the rest of our lives if it meant being in each other's arms. Prison or not, this place had brought Daniel and me together, and that was more valuable gift than anything it had taken away from us.
Daniel released me from his embrace and held his hand for me to take.
"Come with me, Mom, come lie down with me. I need you more than ever now."
We sat down on the blankets together, and immediately our arms went around one another as we began kissing sweet, tender kisses. Like before, we took our time, but now after having done this several times before, had a much better understanding of each other as lovers. Daniel had especially surprised me with how far he'd come so fast, his hands and mouth now being able to quickly find and exploit my most sensitive areas. Despite all that, however, I never forgot that today was going to be Daniel's first time, and I was going to do everything in my power to ensure that he had only the best of memories to take away from it.
We were lying back together her on our sides, sharing one of many open mouth kisses, and I could feel my body shaking in excitement as one of Daniel's hands cupped my heaving breasts, squeezing and pinching the engorged nipples. I was moaning, my head practically spinning as our tongues did an exciting mating dance in each other's mouths. I was ready to take things further, and made up my mind on how to do so as I barely managed to pull away from the magic Daniel was performing on me.
"Daniel, why don't you stand up, dear, I want to suck your cock now," I said. It was something a little different, since Daniel had been reclining every time I had sucked him before, but more than that I thought he'd enjoy the feel of the warm sun bathing his body.
Daniel did as I'd instructed, and immediately I could see how carefree he appeared, standing tall in this beautiful location as opposed to lying down in the darkened cave that we'd been in before. He looked so handsome, at ease, smiling broadly, soaking in the fresh air and sunlight, and I was just as pleased to kneel on the blanket before him and take his cock into my hands, stroking the thick, veiny shaft with one hand and massaging his heavy balls with the other. As I'd said before, this was the most visible area of the island from afar. While I knew this wouldn't happen, I couldn't help but muse about a ship or low-flying plane coming by and getting the view of a lifetime of this handsome, sexy young stud who was to have his big cock worshipped by a lovestruck, passionate woman who was also happened to be his adoring mother.
I looked up and saw Daniel smiling broadly, enjoying everything this liberating experience had to offer, and decided to add to it by having a little fun. I rubbed his big, velvety cockhead in circles all over my face, stopping occasionally to tease the small peehole with the tip of my tongue.
"Do you want Mommy to suck your cock, Daniel, is that what you'd like?" I asked playfully.
"Oh god, yes, I'd love that so much," he replied.
"Then do it. You're a man now, Daniel, tell me to suck your cock."
"Suck my cock, Mother, show me how much you love it," Daniel said. I could see him reveling in this new sense of power, and it made me feel so good to see my son now standing proudly, confidently, in the bright sun as his eyes watched me intently.
I did as Daniel told me, taking several inches of his thick shaft down my throat, my excitement building inside me as I could feel it throbbing in my mouth. Just before turning my full attention to the task at hand I couldn't help but look at Daniel once more and see the look of ecstasy on his face: my son, my loving son. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him as his mother, or his lover too. I sucked his cock hard and deep, with a passion I could only describe as euphoric, feeling this most intimate connection with Daniel as I heard him grunting and moaning at how wonderful it felt. I could sense he was close, which turned me on even more at the thought of receiving another load of Daniel's tasty cum. He knew me well by now; I did love sucking cock, and I could tell how excited he was to see these hidden elements of my personality being revealed to him. I felt the same way about Daniel; the more he learned about himself sexually, the more eager I was to go on that journey with him.
I bobbed my head feverishly in Daniel's groin now, holding his rear end tightly to keep him steady, until he finally let out a loud groan and came down my throat. It was wild and animalistic, and I loved how it was becoming natural to incorporate these more carnal moments into what was mostly a very soft, romantic style of lovemaking.
Daniel joined me on the blanket again, and we went back to holding one another and exchanging meaningful kisses. I love how undeterred he was to push his tongue back into my mouth despite it still being coated with his fresh cum; in many ways, Daniel was a clean slate sexually, and so his wanting me was all that mattered to him. And so I closed my eyes and let Daniel have his way with me for a while, giving up my mouth for him to explore with his tongue while letting his hands roam all over my breasts and ass. I was swooning at his touch; Daniel had committed himself to learning how to properly caress my body and had come a long way in a very short time, and now I could feel a pair of his fingers trying to work their way between my legs. And that's when my head managed to snap out of the state of nirvana Daniel had managed to create, because as much as I craved the feel of his fingers or tongue on my pussy, I knew what I truly wanted. I was ready and he was ready. It was time.
I managed to pull away from Daniel's ministrations, practically breathless as I sat back on the blankets facing him with my knees pulled up and legs spread wide. I was so aroused I could feel my juices slowly dripping out of me, with the intense smell of my aroma all around me.
"Daniel, I need to feel you inside me now, baby. With the way we were meant to be." It may have been a bit melodramatic for me to speak that way, but I didn't care. This was a special moment for Daniel and a pivotal moment in our relationship, both as mother and son as well as lovers. It deserved to be treated as such.
The next part was incredibly surreal, but something I'll never forget, as I instructed my son how to get into his first missionary position. He was noticeably clumsy, but incredibly cute too, especially when he showed concern about whether or not being so much heavier than me would cause me any pain or discomfort. I assured him everything would be fine and then helped him move into position between my spread legs.
"Don't worry son, everything will be okay," I said in my most comforting voice.
"I know it will Mom, because I'm with you," he replied in a voice so sweet that it could melt even the hardest of hearts.
"It's alright dear, take your time and go slowly. Enjoy this moment for all it's worth."
And then I felt it, the round, bulbous helmet of Daniel's cock shyly search its way across my mound until it found its target, slowly prying my vaginal lips open and then carefully sliding inch after beautiful inch of its hard shaft inside me. Daniel had been lying on top of me with my arms clasped around his neck, holding him steady as the two of us made the most intimate of eye contact the entire time it happened. I looked into my boy's eyes, watching with a mixture of pride, love, and lust as he became a man, experiencing the feel of him losing his virginity with him as his cock pushed deeper inside me, stretching my tightened lips around his veiny shaft until at last he bottomed out.
We both let out a soft but guttural moan, although mine was much louder than Daniel's. It was the first time I'd been penetrated like this in almost a decade, and that plus Daniel's impressive size had much to do with my reaction, but neither of those things mattered as much to me as being able to look in my adoring boy's eyes as I felt his hardness filling me from below. Such passion, such love.
However, as much as it meant to me to feel my boy's cock inside me, I knew it meant even more to Daniel. Despite not having the proper knowledge or skills, he'd wanted this for so long, and now that moment had finally arrived for him. And now I'd walked Daniel through the first part and would help him the rest of the way if necessary. I knew what Daniel meant now when he said there was no woman he wanted to experience this with more than me. I'd been his sole guide and protector for the last eight years, and it seemed only fitting that I once again assume that role in his greatest time of need. Admittedly, there were still elements of nervousness and fear in him that I could feel, but they soon washed away as I felt his shaft bottom out and his heavy balls press up against my entrance.
"Oh my god Daniel, that feels so good," I said, managing to break into a sore but lusty smile. "My boy, my lovely boy..."
"I never knew... I never expected it would be like this," Daniel replied. The look of pure ecstasy on his face said it all, but I could also sense him beginning to lose control.
"Just remember to take it easy, Daniel, take your time. Go slow for now, and stop if you want to take a break. If you feel like you're going to cum, you can take a break too. The longer you can hold out, the better it will be when you finally do cum. But when you can't hold out anymore, just let it happen. Let it happen and enjoy it for all it's worth."
"I don't feel quite ready," he admitted.
"Then stop and relax for a bit," I replied. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you, baby. I always will be."
"Thanks, Mom, for everything... I can't imagine I could ever do this with anyone else and feel this calm," Daniel smiled in reply, a warm smile full of trust.
I was so happy I could be here for him at such a critical time in his life, providing the comfort and support he still clearly needed. We held one other for a few more minutes, our bodies fused together by Daniel's cock buried to the hilt inside me. We exchanged a few more intimate kisses, and then something wonderfully spontaneous happened as we looked into each other's eyes and declared our love for one another. Soon after, it began, first with one full thrust and then another. My son was fucking me.
His movements were still somewhat tenuous, and the angle was not ideal either, but I was more than patient enough to let Daniel use me as he saw fit until he learned how to use his body properly. For the next several minutes, I literally watched as my boy learn how to fuck, adjusting himself here and there, experimenting with slightly different positions and angles, and so forth, taking small breaks when he needed to. Occasionally, I'd sense feelings of frustration in him, which I immediately put down with words of love and encouragement. After finally settling into what seemed to work for him, Daniel pushed into me with one broad stroke and then pulled almost all the way out, then immediately drove into me again. I moaned loudly at the power of his thrust and deep penetration, and before I could catch my breath he had followed with another equally impressive thrust.
"Oh god yes, Daniel, that feels so good," I cried out.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Daniel replied, his voice a mixture of passion and genuine astonishment. "I want you so much, Mom."
"Me too, baby, me too!" I replied, practically hissing at him full of desire. I knew Daniel was still at a vulnerable point in terms of his confidence, and the last thing I was going to do was disappoint him now. My words had the desired effect, as the speed and power of Daniel's thrusting gradually increased.
"Your cock feels incredible inside me, Daniel," I bellowed, egging him on. "Keep fucking me just like that. Oh yes, baby, it feels so good!" I was trying my best to appeal to those animal instincts I knew Daniel had, that I presume we all have, the ones encoded within his DNA that knew exactly how to fuck me and only needed the right amount of encouragement to coax them to the surface. He'd finally found his groove, ramming into me with both force and rhythm, and I did my best to reciprocate, grinding back against Daniel and squeezing his big cock feverishly with my tight vaginal muscles. Cock and cunt, working together as one, fucking each other with the intensity that is borne from millennia of animal lust driving us as a species forward, but tempered over that time with the love and intimacy that makes us distinctly human. I knew Daniel was close now, I could feel it in my core, and I knew exactly what I wanted.
"Come on baby, fill me up with that hot cum, fill Momma's pussy," I exclaimed, my words finally pushing me over the edge as I came. Daniel had been grunting and groaning, feverishly attacking my entrance with wild thrusts, but my orgasm was enough to send him over the edge too, and as if to comply with my demand he forced his cock in forcibly one last time and sealed it there as his balls spewed jet after jet of sticky cum all over my sugar walls.
I held Daniel tightly with my arms clinging around his neck and he reciprocated in kind, as we comforted one another after what had been massive orgasms for the both of us. I couldn't help but only think about Daniel's welfare however; this had clearly been a watershed moment for him, not only at having lost his virginity, but having lost it to me. I felt concerned for him, needing to reassure myself that he was okay with what had happened, both as his mother and his lover. It was a strange sensation, feeling both of those emotions at once, but I could deal with that later. Right now all I cared about was my son.
"Daniel," I said, moving far away enough that our faces were mere inches apart, looking directly into one another's eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Mom, I... I..." Daniel began. He was fighting to find the right words, but that didn't worry me, as the look of contentment on his face disarmed any concerns I might have.
"It's okay, baby," I smiled, "take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
"I... I never thought it could be like this," he finally said. "With you... with us. I've never felt like this before. Sorry if that sounds corny."
"It's not Daniel," my eyes tearing up a bit. "I understand what you mean, I feel the same way."
"Really? I mean, I thought that maybe I was getting carried away, with it being my first time and all..."
"The first time someone has sex isn't always a positive experience. A lot of people are scared, or nervous. That's why I tried so hard to make sure you were as relaxed as possible."
"How was it your first time, Mom?" Daniel asked.
"Nothing I like to remember fondly. Let's just leave it at that."
"But today... today was a new day, for me as much as for you," I continued. "Just like you, I never knew it could be like this."
"I want you so much, Mom. Everything about you, your pretty smile, the womanly way you walk and talk, your gorgeous body, it all turns me on so much. Even after what we just did, all I can think about is doing it again," Daniel admitted. There was so much desire in his voice, but almost a pain too, like someone dying of thirst pleading for water.
"Me too, baby, but let's rest a bit first," I smiled. "We still have the whole day."
We cuddled together, soaking in the environment and the chance to be together in such an intimate fashion, as indeed we were now lovers. After a while of lounging, kissing, and soft caresses, I could feel the temperature between us rising. Daniel was again proving how entranced he'd become by my breasts, kneading them between his fingers and sucking heartily on my wide-capped nipples, while I took the opportunity to encircle his big cock with my fingers and steadily jack him off. Feeling his hardness in my hand soon awakened the urge to feel it between my legs again, and an idea came to me. I'd loved so much watching my son learn the missionary position earlier; it had been a sweet and touching experience with just a bit of naughtiness mixed in. And with that in mind, I now got up on all fours, and with the widest of grins said, "Come on Daniel. I want to teach you how to fuck me from behind."
Once again, that look of innocent wonder and excitement covered Daniel's face as he watched me get into position and then give him basic instructions on what he needed to do. When he got up behind me, however, he started by reaching forward and moving his hands back onto my tits, squeezing and fondling them.
"I'm sorry," he said half-apologetically, "but these are driving me crazy."
I laughed back heartily in response, so excited to see him so enthralled with my body. I knew I looked good, I still felt more than attractive, but it was one thing to know these things and quite another to see it affect a man so strongly that he literally couldn't keep hands off me. I couldn't recall the last time I'd felt so sexy. I turned my head back far enough to reach Daniel's, and we shared several steamy kisses, our tongues playfully dancing together before I finally took a stand.
"Okay, Daniel, enough of this, I want you fuck me now," I insisted.
I don't think Daniel would have held out much longer because the next thing I felt was his thick shaft plowing into me with one solid stroke, soon after followed by a second and a third that were even more intense. It was completely different when we'd done missionary, which had been slow and gradual. This was hard and fast from the start, which was perfectly fine by me since I was more than ready for it, although having a huge cock that deep in me for the first time in years certainly caught me off guard.
"Oh my god, holy fuck!" I shrieked, feeling Daniel bottom out on me again and again. My body was shaking, not only from the sensation of being so filled with cock but with the intensity of Daniel's fucking, which was so strong that I had to work hard just to maintain my balance.
"Is that good, Mom, am I doing it right?" Daniel asked. It was hard to tell whether he was being sincere or talking dirty to me, it sounded like a mixture of both, but in any case, hearing him added to my excitement as I felt my son's massive erection pounding into me mercilessly from behind.
"Oh baby, that's perfect. Fuck me, Daniel, fuck me!" I shouted back. Daniel shifted his body a bit, likely to get better traction, but in doing the angle of his thrusts changed a bit, inadvertently sending my already inflamed pussy into a state of nirvana.
"Oh god, just like that, yes, yes!" I screamed. "Keep doing it just like that, baby!"
Daniel was fucking me like a wild man, his young athletic body being taxed in ways it never had been before but finding ways to meet the challenge. I'm sure we both looked like a couple of animals in heat going at it by this point, with me writhing in ecstasy as my horny boy pounded away at my entrance with unrelenting fervor. I loved it as once again Daniel and I both showed no sense of shame or modesty being getting a little wild with one another. I kept growling at him to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster, and somehow Daniel kept up with my demands. I don't think anyone had ever fucked me like that in my life, proving again that Daniel's youthful vigor and stamina had more to offer as a lover than anything I'd experienced. I couldn't even tell you how many times I'd cum by now or if it was merely one long orgasm that went on seemingly forever. All I knew was I'd lost all sense of time, space, and reason as Daniel rammed his big cock into me without mercy.
"Oh god, yes, Daniel, fuck me, fuck me! It's been so long, too many years. I need this, I need this so bad..." I cried out, with tears now streaming down my face.
Finally, it ended with one tremendous orgasm from my young stud who by this point almost convinced me he'd go on forever. I screamed Daniel's name out loud as I felt his cum pumping into me, finding a home deep inside my womb, once again completing the circle of life we shared as mother and son that no other man could provide for me or even understand. I thought back to what Daniel had said about wanting to impregnate me, and while I knew that our harsh reality here made such a thing untenable for a moment I allowed the thought to take hold in my mind as fantasy, telling myself that Daniel had just gotten his wish. In my dream, I was happy for my son, seeing the wide grin take over his face as I told him I was late for my period, and happy for myself, tearing up in joy at the thought of my baby's baby growing inside me.
We held each other afterward, sharing our feelings of post-orgasmic bliss, but also took the time to look into one another's eyes lovingly, not needing to say the words that we'd been saying to each other all our lives but that would mean something entirely new every time we said them from now on. How do you take an impenetrable love and make it even stronger? It had happened here today, and as Daniel and I lay together in each other's arms even the idyllic setting around all around us seemed small compared to the beauty of what we had shared today.
Two years later...
There's not much I'm going to say, at least for now, about what happened during this interval, other than to indicate that Daniel and I continued solidifying our new relationship. I'm not sure what life would have been like if we hadn't become lovers, only that I was glad it hadn't. Whether it's on a deserted island or in a city of millions, human beings need more than the essentials such as food and shelter to make life worth living, and so despite being marooned on this island for ten years, I was relieved to be able to say that I'd found an oasis of happiness in Daniel's arms. It wasn't the life I'd wanted for myself or my son, but we cared for one other, as mother and son as well as lovers, making the best of what this life had offered us.
And then that morning happened, the one that would once again shake up our lives forever. I still can't believe they managed to walk all the way into our cave without alerting us, as living in the wild had taught both Daniel and me to be light sleepers, but there was an explanation for that too. Daniel and I were in our bed together (our two single, homemade mattresses being sewn into one a long time ago), by a merchant crew that had seen our wreckage and sent a small craft to investigate. We were both exhausted from the night before, where we'd stayed up late doing one of our favorite activities, fucking and sucking into the wee hours of the morning. And so the three men from the crew found us resting peacefully, naked bodies entangled as one might expect after falling asleep after an exhausting session of making love.
To say Daniel and I were shocked would be an understatement; after ten years of isolation, the last thing we ever expected to see again were other people or any signs of civilization. All I will say in retrospect is that I appreciated the level of professionalism displayed by the men who'd found us. No comments at all about finding us the way they did, or about the obvious evidence around the room that demonstrated what we'd been doing the night before; only genuine concern for our welfare, both physical and emotional.
"Folks, everything is going to be alright," the very friendly leader of the survey crew told us. "Just get yourselves ready and we'll take you back to our ship. We have a medic there who can check you over and then we'll get you both a hot meal."
"I'd like... I'd like to take a moment to get cleaned up first," I stammered as I pulled a simple long shirt over that I used as a nightdress.
"Don't worry ma'am. If you like, the first thing when we get back to our ship will be to get you a nice, hot shower. You'll feel good as new."
"Um... thanks," I replied. As happy as I was to be rescued, more than anything I felt awkward. At first I thought it was just because I hadn't had any other human contact besides Daniel for so long, but there was more to it than that. For the first time in years, I felt self-conscious, and it wasn't just about being found while not looking my best. The obvious signs that Daniel and I had been having sex, and a lot of it, were everywhere to be seen, from the smell to the dried cum that had stained my hair and body. In fact, I could still sense the sticky feeling between my legs where Daniel had sent multiple loads of his sperm, much of which were still likely doing their job deep inside me frantically doing their job of trying to find an egg to fertilize.
None of these things would have mattered to me, however, except for the dark secret that I'd convinced myself was no longer relevant these past two years, that my lover was also my son. How long before these men found out the truth about us, and what would they do with it? That thought had suddenly overtaken me, and all I could sense was fear. They probably already suspected something was amiss, considering the age difference between Daniel and me and that we resembled one another enough to look like relatives.
"We'd like some time to gather our belongings before we go," I said uneasily but steadfast in my conviction.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we don't have time for that," the leader responded. "We're already late getting our ship back to port with the time we took to look for you. You and your... friend... get back to the ship and looked after and we'll grab everything here we can in the meantime and follow you right after."
"Please, just a few minutes, I promise. We'll finish getting dressed, grab a few things, and meet you outside." The leader had such a kind face that I'd hoped to win him over, and thankfully he agreed to my desperate plea.
Daniel and I picked up a bag each and began quickly filling them with items. Daniel immediately went to his keepsakes, mostly items I'd gifted to him in the past two years as symbols of our love, and while I wanted to do the same, I knew what I wanted to get first, hopefully with the intent of keeping them concealed afterward. I looked frantically around the bed and finally found it, the homemade dildo that Daniel had made for me. I had several by now, well kept and clean, which I also swept into the bag, but the one near the bed had been from last night, spending the better part of the evening up my ass as Daniel's cock had lustfully rammed in and out of my pussy.
"Daniel, honey, when we get back to the ship, they'll probably ask you all kinds of questions," I said nervously. "Don't answer any of them other than the basics like your name. Anything else they ask, just make up an excuse not to answer. Let me do all the talking for us."
"Okay, Mom, whatever you say."
We went back to the ship, and as promised had a hot shower and meal before visiting the medic. As I stood beneath the shower, busily trying to remove any remnants of dried cum, I couldn't help but take notice of the all-over tan I'd acquired in the last two years. Since Daniel and I had become lovers, I'd frequently gone topless around him, or cavorted with him in the nude together, enough that the sharp tan lines I'd had for years had all but disappeared. It was gone like any other barrier between us; besides taking care of ourselves and each other nothing else really mattered, to the point where even wearing clothing only depended on factors like the weather. The outside world of rules was irrelevant, no more evident in the fact that I no longer had any qualms about calling my son my lover. That had all changed now, however; the morality lens as seen through outsiders' eyes had come crashing back with a vengeance and the growing anxiety I was feeling about it now was only the beginning.
I went to see the medic afterward. Luckily, it was not as intimate an examination as I'd feared, although I wouldn't have permitted it if he had wanted that type of visit. After that, I was called to a small office and sat at a table opposite the leader of our rescue.
"Ma'am, my name is Jenkins, Clyde Jenkins. I'm 3rd Officer on board this ship and also responsible for your safety and well-being. We should get back to port by tomorrow afternoon, but I need to ask you some questions to fill out a report for our Master, which is like a captain of a naval ship if you're not aware."
"I... I don't have much to say now," I replied nervously. "Maybe I'll feel more like talking tomorrow."
I could feel Jenkins get uncomfortable at my response, but then his calm, professional nature reasserted itself.
"Ma'am, I only want to make sure you and... your companion.. are well looked after while you're aboard our ship," Jenkins said. "My report to the Master is blank other than what you can tell me. I promise you that."
Jenkins didn't let on any more of what he was thinking, but by now I felt like I could trust him. Whatever had happened on the island was none of his business, and that's how he wanted to keep it. I'd managed to avoid his critical gaze, but had already experienced it several times in passing with other crew members. No doubt the rumors had already spread across the small ship of how Daniel and I had been found together, along with the fact that we resembled one another enough to make it obvious that were related by blood.
"Okay, I'll... I'll try," I finally said.
"Thank you, Ma'am. Now to start with, your name please."
"Abby Morris... Mrs. Abby Morris."
"And your companion's name?"
"Daniel Morris."
"Relationship?"
"Son..." I quietly stammered, "Mother and son."
I looked down for a moment, not able to face Jenkins, but then he simply carried on asking more basic questions, his voice sounding as calm and detached as before. From what I could observe, he was telling the truth, and nothing like the state he'd found Daniel and I would be mentioned in his report. After a few more minutes of this, he got up to leave.
"Okay, Mrs. Morris, I'll take this to the Master presently and we'll contact the mainland to try and get a hold of your husband. But first, I'll show you to your cabin where you'll be staying until we get to port. Not much there, since we don't normally take passengers. Still, the bunk is large and comfortable enough that you should be able to get some sleep."
"And... and my son?" I asked about with trepidation.
"He'll be staying there too. Sorry, I asked about getting you separate rooms, but the Master said we don't have the space. Don't worry though, you won't have to stay there long."
I looked briefly once again at Jenkins, and just like before his poker face was perfectly intact. There would be no mention, overt or otherwise, about what he knew about Daniel and I.
"Thank you, Officer Jenkins," I said.
"You're welcome, ma'am, and don't worry. Everything is going to be alright."
That was the last thing I could believe at this point, however. We were finally going home, back to civilization, but what exactly did that mean? After so many years of seclusion, the idea of being thrown back into the big city, or even a small one, seemed terrifying. And what about Daniel? If it was that frightening for me then I couldn't even imagine what the transition would be like for him. He hadn't been in a proper social setting since being a child; I'd heard from one of the men on board that Daniel had literally refused to speak to anyone since arriving on board other than to ask for me. Even though I'd more or less instructed him to do so, I knew that there was more to his silence than that. What would it be like for him to try to acclimate back into society now?
Then there was John. All Jenkins had been able to tell me thus far was that they'd sent a message to the mainland with what had happened and that the port would be trying to get a hold of John as soon as possible. What lay in store for me, for us, after being apart for ten years? And of course, looming over everything that was to come was the secret that Daniel and both carried. We'd become lovers, sharing a life for two years that had been no less sacred or real than all the years I'd spent married to John. We'd carried that love openly, without any sense of shame or guilt, and now the weight of the world was upon us, with its laws, both written and implied, ready to be our judge, jury, and executioner. As thoughtful as Jenkins had been in respecting our privacy, I could already sense the judgemental eyes and gossiping whispers from the rest of the crew who had undoubtedly learned the truth about Daniel and me. If that was already enough to so completely unnerve me, I couldn't even imagine what was waiting for us back in the real world.
The End? Perhaps. I have a few ideas for another chapter or an epilogue, but none of them are concrete enough for me to want to write for now. Some of those ideas involve introducing new characters and centering the story more around them, so I might have a Ch 3, or an epilogue, or start a new series and cross over characters from this one. Or it might really be the end. Only time will tell. If there are any suggestions regarding the fate of these characters I will certainly consider them as well. Thanks to all for reading!Uncharted Ch. 03
Final part of mother and son's incestuous journey.
Author's Note: I am not an expert in therapy, counseling, or the law, and I chose not to spend excessive time researching those topics going into this chapter. Instead, I decided to write the story I wanted to and let the realism chips fall where they may. Hopefully, any errors I've made will not detract significantly from the narrative for those of you who possess greater knowledge in these fields. Additionally, this chapter features a slow-moving narrative, with not a lot of action. If that does not appeal to you, you may prefer to skip this section entirely and consider the story concluded after Chapter 2. As I mentioned earlier, I believe that ending is acceptable, despite the unresolved plot points. As always, all sexual situations involve characters who are eighteen years of age or older.
I could feel my hand trembling as I approached the doctor's office and turned the handle to open the door. While therapy is widely accepted by many today, I grew up in a household where seeking this type of help was severely frowned upon. That wasn't the only reason my eyes were darting around anxiously as I neared the office however; after being back home for only a month, I still struggled to be around others, especially in large groups. I believe they call it anthropophobia, a fear of being around people, or perhaps it was scopophobia, the sensation of always being watched. Regardless, I had never experienced anything like this before. All I knew was that I had resisted every effort by John to persuade me to see someone until now, but more on that later.
"Hello, may I help you?" the young man at the reception desk asked. He appeared to be in his early twenties but seemed professional enough in his demeanor and attire. More importantly, he had a charming smile and a kind face, which helped put me at ease. The absence of anyone else around also gave me the confidence to compose myself and proceed.
"Hi, I have an appointment... Mrs. Morris," I said hesitantly.
"Oh yes, you're right on time," the receptionist said, gesturing as he stood up from behind his desk. "Follow me."
I glanced around as we walked to the back, uncertain of what to make of this place. While I wasn't entirely sure what a therapist's office should look like, this resembled a high-priced lawyer's office more than anything else, if that makes sense. In any case, I followed my guide until we reached the very end, passing several closed rooms along the way. This space was much larger than I had anticipated, especially since I believed Dr. Bartlet worked here alone. I waited in her office for about ten minutes before she finally appeared.
"Hi Abby, nice to meet you," she said, displaying the same warm smile and friendly demeanor that I had encountered with the receptionist.
"Um... nice to meet you too, Doctor," I replied meekly.
"Please, call me Tracy," she said.
"Okay, thanks, Tracy." As much as I'd learned to emotionally shield myself in situations like this, there was something undeniably charming about this woman. With some extra effort, I managed to calm myself down significantly. I knew almost nothing about her, not even what she looked like before today. She appeared to be in her mid-forties, was well-dressed in khaki slacks and oxford boots, and was quite attractive as well. Not exactly what I had expected from a therapist, but then again, I wasn't sure what I would find here either.
"You were hesitant to share much about your reasons for coming here during the pre-screening interview, but I have a pretty good idea," Tracy said. "After all, not many famous people walk through my door."
"That's the last thing I ever wanted to be," I deadpanned back. Being rescued after ten years lost at sea had transformed us into overnight celebrities, attracting numerous interview requests from the media and even lucrative offers for book and movie deals. However, both Daniel and I shunned the attention, striving to return to a simple and relatively normal lifestyle. Nevertheless, we remained the subjects of several articles and news reports, many of which speculated on how we had managed to survive in such primitive conditions.
"All I care about now is putting my life back together and doing what I can to help my son reintegrate into normal society," I added.
"I would have preferred it if your son were seeing me as well, either alone or, better yet, both of you together here, Tracy said. "That's how couples therapy usually works."
Her last phrase left me wide-eyed in astonishment, and I remained stunned until Tracy continued speaking.
"Oh please, Abby, let's not pretend otherwise. That's why you're here, isn't it? You're not the only famous person in the room--or, more accurately in my case, infamous."
"I'd... I'd heard a little about you, but not much," I replied cautiously.
"In that case, I'll fill you in," Tracy replied matter-of-factly. "I used to be a licensed therapist, just as I once was a doctor. I was well-respected in my field, in fact, but not anymore."
"So what happened?" I asked.
"A few years ago, I sat for an interview with a psychology journal, and in that interview, I discussed a patient to whom I had given the pseudonym Sarah. She was forty-eight, divorced, and attempting to piece together a love life marked by a series of failed relationships. Sarah had always maintained a very close connection with her twenty-five-year-old son, however, the only person with whom she had experienced a truly loving relationship as an adult. As our sessions progressed, she became increasingly aware that her feelings for him were more than platonic. Eventually, Sarah found the courage to ask me what I thought about her pursuing a romantic relationship with him."
"What did you tell her?" I asked cautiously.
"I warned her about the pitfalls of any such romance, but unlike what most doctors might advise, I didn't entirely discourage Sarah either. Instead, we engaged in an open discussion about the pros and cons of such a relationship. After meeting with both of them a few times, I gave them my blessing to continue."
"Pros and cons?" I asked incredulously. "I never thought a doctor would suggest there were pros about such a thing."
"Now you understand why I'm not one anymore," she said flatly. " And why I don't hold a therapist's license either. Just so we're clear, Abby, this is strictly a 'life-coaching' office only. I'm not officially a doctor or a therapist anymore, if that's what you were looking for."
"What's the difference?"
"One requires a government license, the other does not," Tracy replied dryly.
"I'm still confused by all of this," I said. "You lost your degree and your license over something you said in an article?"
"Actually, I could have retained both and only suffered a stern reprimand if I had retracted everything I said, but I chose not to. Just like I could have remained silent and not mentioned Sarah at all during the interview. I knew how they would respond to it from the very beginning."
"Now I'm even more confused," I said.
"I did it on purpose, Abby. I knew there were many more 'Sarahs' out there who needed help, and this was my way of extending a lifeline to them. Tracy Bartlet, the infamous doctor that was stripped of her license for advising a patient to sleep with her son. That's why you sought me out in the first place, isn't it? That's how this usually goes."
"Usually?" I asked in surprise. "You mean people come to you regularly asking if they can commit incest?"
"Abby, you have no idea," Tracy replied nonchalantly. "Ever since the whole 'Sarah Scandal,' my phone has been ringing off the hook. However, I have a strict screening process. For one thing, I only counsel-- or 'coach,' rather-- mothers and sons; I won't even take calls regarding any other type of relationship."
"Why is that?"
"We'll discuss that later, and you'll understand," Tracy replied.
"So, you have a bunch of horny boys calling you every day, trying to get into their mothers' pants?" I asked flippantly.
"Actually, it's mostly horny mothers trying to get into their sons' pants," Tracy countered with a surprising chuckle. "But don't be so dismissive of these people, Abby, or judgmental. You wouldn't want them to talk that way about you and Daniel, would you?"
"I... I'm sorry," I replied. "It's just... I dunno..."
"You mentioned that you've been back for about a month and that you haven't received any professional help. Given the trauma you've experienced, I suspect you have a lot to talk about."
"Maybe... I just wouldn't know where to begin with something like that. I mean, I expect therapy includes talking about everything..."
"Including the sexual relationship you had with your son," Abby said, completing my sentence. "I get it, Abby, you've been too ashamed to talk about it, even with a therapist. That's why you're here. The only thing I don't understand is how you didn't know about me before calling my office. I had just assumed you did."
"And I don't know how I managed to get through your supposedly 'tight' screening process," I countered. "I barely shared any information with your receptionist when I first called, other than my name."
"Okay, you win," Tracy replied with a disarming smile. "When I heard you had contacted my office, I became very interested in having you as a patient. Not that I'm usually influenced by fame, but the fifteen minutes you got when you and your son were first rescued were pretty bright."
"More like blinding," I said. "The last thing I ever wanted was to be a celebrity. The media was all over us for a while though, asking for interviews and offering book deals. It took everything I had to keep Daniel and myself out of the spotlight, which was especially debilitating for him."
"I read an article about you and your son shortly after your rescue, which included a photo of the two of you standing side by side. A brief glance at it was all I needed to realize that you were lovers."
Once again, Tracy's bluntness regarding Daniel and me took me by surprise. I had not disclosed any such information during my pre-screening interview, and nothing about our affair had become public knowledge after our rescue. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to see Tracy as a therapist -- or coach--whatever she preferred to call it--since today was merely a non-committal, preliminary session. However, her assertion about Daniel and me being lovers made it clear that I would not be given any chance to deny it.
"How can you be so certain?" I found myself asking hesitantly.
"The picture was merely the final straw for me. The way Daniel was looking at you in it clearly shows how much you mean to him; it's not just a son's love for his mother. It resembles a man's love for, well... his wife."
"Besides, you're both very attractive people; it's hard for me to imagine you being alone together for that long without having your hands all over each other," Tracy added with a light-hearted chuckle.
Her joke did little to ease my nerves, and Tracy apologized for her flippant behavior.
"I know this has been tough for you, Abby. Even though it's only our first meeting, I can sense your feelings of guilt and self-loathing. The last thing you expected was to be portrayed as some type of hero. You are one though, to a lot of women, especially mothers.
"Oh yes, you have a Mother of the Year award winner with you here," I said sarcastically.
"More like Mother of the Decade... or the Century," Tracy replied, omitting the satirical tone. "You not only survived in an impossible environment but also managed to raise your son. When they found you, you were not only free from malnutrition or any other ailments, but you were both stronger and healthier than most people living back home. You should be proud of that."
"But I see more than most people do, Abby, whether it's due to training or some innate ability, Tracy continued. "I understand human nature, particularly as it relates to mothers and their sons. Any internal pressures you would normally feel, like sexual tension and frustration, would have been exponentially worse in such an extreme environment..."
"If you're suggesting that we were carrying on like a couple of sex-starved animals, it wasn't like that, and you clearly don't understand us at all," I huffed back.
"That's not what I meant, but I look forward to you correcting me on anything I might get wrong, Abby, if you're willing to become a regular of mine."
"I... I guess we could give it a try and see what happens," I said hesitantly.
"Now that I've answered your question, I would appreciate it if you could answer mine. Given your refusal to see anyone in the past month, why did you choose me without knowing my history? It seems to be the only reason anyone wants to meet with me anymore."
"My... well, my husband John has been trying to get me into therapy ever since I returned, but I've fought against it. Then recently he made another attempt, this time mentioning a specific therapist--your name--rather than just suggesting therapy in general. I had heard your name somewhere before, but I didn't know much about you. Nevertheless, I decided to take a chance and call your office."
"So, your husband was the one who suggested that you see me, even though people have branded me, even if it is a gross exaggeration, as the doctor who encourages women to sleep with their sons?"
"Yes," I replied, intrigued.
"Now I definitely know that we have a lot to talk about," Tracy replied incredulously.
**
I returned a few days later for my first "coaching session," as they were officially termed, even though I fully expected it to be the same as therapy. Of course, nothing about Tracy seemed standard or textbook; all I could think about were the revelations I had uncovered during our initial meeting. However, I didn't have time to dwell on that now, as I was not alone in the waiting room this time. A woman sat on the other side of the room. I only glanced at her as I entered, but she was quite an attractive chestnut-haired brunette who appeared to be in her late thirties. Her elegant attire was the only other detail I noticed; the royal blue dress paired with a white jacket complemented her angular yet feminine features perfectly. We sat in silence for about five minutes, during which I averted my gaze, pretending to check my phone when I heard her speak up.
"Excuse me, this may sound silly, but you look very familiar," the woman asked curiously.
Although it rarely happened anymore, people still occasionally recognized me from the news coverage of our rescue. I instinctively slipped into my standard defense mode, attempting to look away and deflect her attention. I'd hoped she would give up trying to communicate with me, but now the woman had stood up and approached me.
"You shop at that organic food market on 5th Street, don't you? she asked. "I'm sure I've seen you there."
"Oh... uh... yes, sometimes," I replied. In truth, I shopped there frequently, but I felt too intimidated to reveal that information to this stranger. Before my time on the island, I was a fairly healthy eater, but ever since returning, the taste of anything processed had become nearly unbearable. The small market I discovered downtown had proven to be perfect for my needs, both in terms of the quality of goods they offered and the ability to avoid the supermarket crowds that more than ever felt suffocating to me.
I looked up to see the woman standing before me, realizing that she was likely closer to fifty than my initial estimate. Nevertheless, she was still quite attractive, with a slender physique and golden skin.
"My name is Marla," she said. "I'm just waiting for the receptionist so I can book my next appointment. Are you here to see Dr. Tracy?"
"Dr. Tracy?" I asked, amused. I didn't intend to engage in a discussion about her not being an actual doctor anymore, but it struck me as an unusual way to address her.
"A nickname that a few of us ladies gave her," Marla chuckled in response. "She seems to get a kick out of it. So, are you here to see her?"
"Uh, not really," I stammered, searching for a plausible excuse. "I suppose you could call it a preliminary meeting."
I remembered how Tracy had told me that her clientele list basically consisted of adult mothers and sons who were either already sleeping with one another or seeking to establish such a relationship. I now realized that the elegant, well-dressed woman in front of me was likely one of them. I glanced up at Marla, doing my best to conceal any signs of judgment, and felt relieved to see none reflected in her pretty brown, almond-shaped eyes.
"I meant to say yes, but this is my first appointment," I replied, "so I'm still nervous about the whole thing."
"You have nothing to worry about," Marla smiled reassuringly. "Dr. Tracy is a very compassionate and understanding woman, as well as an excellent therapist."
"And..." Marla added, "If you're interested, ask Dr. Tracy about Thursday nights. Once or twice a month, we have a group therapy session with the doctor, and there are no extra fees to attend."
"Thanks, but I don't anticipate anything like that happening anytime soon," I said uneasily.
"Of course," Marla replied.
"We're ready to see you now, Mrs. Morris," the receptionist announced, making his presence known as he entered the room. "Mrs. Jones, I'll return shortly to schedule your next appointment if you can wait a little longer."
"The receptionist was the same young man I'd encountered during my first visit, and once again, he seemed quite pleasant as he escorted me back to the room where I had first met Tracy. I waited for about five minutes, and then she entered the room. She was bright and cheerful, and like our initial meeting, she exhibited a demeanor that naturally put me at ease, especially compared to the nervous wreck I'd been on my way to her office.
"If it's alright, I'd like to discuss your time on the island with Daniel," Tracy began as we settled into two soft, plush chairs in her office.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"You raised him there from childhood and did your best to educate him in the three R's and so forth," she began.
"And then, when he was old enough, you also became his sexual mentor as well. Is that right?"
"Well, not exactly," I replied. I went on to describe how the change in our relationship had occurred, explaining how we would eventually accept that the only way we could ever find love again would be in each other's arms.
"The sex was an important part of what happened, but it wasn't the main thing," I attempted to explain. "It was more of a natural extension of the emotions we were experiencing at that moment."
"Still, your son was going through a lot of changes," Tracy said. "Physically, emotionally... sexually. You must have felt a significant sense of responsibility, being his only guide during such a difficult time."
"I did... it was very important to me that Daniel experience the closest thing to a normal development as possible. I tried my best to encourage him, to build up his confidence in himself as a young man and... as a lover." My voice became unexpectedly emotional as I spoke, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Tracy.
"He was incredibly lucky to have you, Abby," she said reassuringly.
"And not just because you're such a lovely woman," Tracy added, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.
"Thank you, Tracy, that means a lot to me," I replied, doing my best to hold back the tears in my eyes. Hearing someone say those words truly felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.
Just then, the intercom on Tracy's desk interrupted.
"Sorry for the interruption, but your appointment for the next hour has just canceled," the receptionist said.
I see... well, if Mrs. Morris would like to, she can stay a little longer; we won't even charge her for it," Tracy suggested. I was still feeling the emotional effects of what we had just said to one another, but I managed to nod in response. It did feel really good to unburden myself with Tracy.
"Okay, so I'll be with Mrs. Morris until about noon," Tracy replied into the intercom.
"Are we still on for lunch then?" the disembodied voice asked.
"Of course, dear."
"Okay, see you then, Mom..."
I was somewhat taken aback by his final words, although in hindsight, I should have suspected something. Tracy, being the trained observer, immediately noticed my reaction.
"My son, Jason," she began, "I couldn't find a reliable receptionist for years, and then I finally realized I had the perfect one right under my nose."
I sat there, still unsure of what to say, my mind racing at a million miles per hour.
"And yes, Abby, Jason and I have been lovers for about a year now," she added with a knowing smile. "I told you that you wouldn't be judged in this office; we don't do that here. I hope that rule applies to me as well."
"Um... no... of course not," I stammered.
"When my husband died, I was devastated," Tracy said. "I barely wanted to continue living. I know that probably sounds odd coming from a therapist, but we're human too. Jason was the only thing that kept me going--his love and, yes, his affection. When it became clear that his overtures towards me went beyond that of a son for his mother, I reacted the same way you did with Daniel. I was shocked, appalled, and embarrassed. I was convinced that I'd failed him as a mother, that I'd failed in life as a woman."
"But you weren't stranded on a deserted island with nowhere else to turn," I said.
"In a way, I was, especially being a medical professional myself. I had built up a significant ego, believing that I knew better than everyone, especially a twenty-year-old man. However, my Jason, well, he doesn't give up so easily. It took a lot of time and effort on his part, along with a great deal of love, but eventually, I embraced his way of thinking. His wants and desires, both emotionally and physically, became my own as well. Our first night together... I'll never forget it. He said, 'I just want to love you, Mother,' and there was such a sweet gentleness in his voice that all my fears dissipated. By the time he began removing my clothes, I just stood calmly before him and allowed him to do so. As I stood before him, naked as much in both body and soul, I saw the most loving look in his eyes as he told me how beautiful I was. At that moment, I knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The two of us have never looked back."
"That's why I couldn't turn away the patient I told you about, the one I called Sarah," Tracy continued.
"Or why my practice became what it is today. This lifestyle you and I both lead, isn't as black and white an issue as what I used to believe. It's important that the people who are going through what you are now know that."
"And what am I going through, exactly?" I asked, genuinely not sure.
"Shame, embarrassment, guilt... and a whole lot more."
"I guess that's true," I admitted.
"That's why you need to get everything out in the open, at least in a comfortable setting like this one. Not that the outside world will ever understand, but you need to know that there are people like me who do."
"I'm not sure where to begin," I said hesitatingly.
"Start with when you and Daniel first became lovers, back on the island. It must have been quite something, being able to guide your own son in the art of physical love."
"It was different... I mean never in a million years did I think as a mom that one day I'd be showing Daniel how to... you know... do those things."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of Abby, in fact, if anything I envy you," Tracy said. "Being able to teach your son how to be a man, and I'm sure Daniel never felt safer than he did with you. Just another example of how you were a better mom than he could have ever asked for."
"Well... thanks... I guess," I replied sheepishly.
"But I'm more interested in what you were going through Abby," Tracy said.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean it must have been quite the journey for you too, Abby, erotically speaking. Being able to experience all of those sexual feelings with Daniel for the first time, teaching him along the way while discovering so many new things about yourself too. I mean, I bet learning to take that giant cock of his on a regular basis was something on its own."
Tracy actually chuckled at that last sentence, and I looked up at her in surprise.
"Come on, Abby, you're among friends here," she continued, sounding even more amused now. "Remember, I saw the pictures of you and Daniel from when you were rescued. Those cutoff jeans of his didn't leave a lot to the imagination."
"They were too small... it's not like we had a lot of clothes to choose from the wreckage that managed to wash ashore." I tried to sound logical, which if anything made Tracy chuckle even louder.
"Not that I'm complaining about my Jason, but if he had a monster like that downstairs... well, let's just say I'm impressed you were able to keep your hands to yourself for as long as you did."
"As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't like that at all between us. Our relationship developed much more slowly and naturally over time."
"I'm sorry for teasing you, Abby," Tracy said, her tone now serious once more. "I am glad to hear you use the word 'natural.' Because, despite what you may believe, what happened between you and Daniel was entirely understandable, and yes, even natural."
"But back to what I was saying earlier, Abby," Tracy continued. "I want you to talk about the sexual journey you experienced with Daniel."
"Is that really necessary?" I asked.
"Yes, it is. Both of us have experienced something few women could ever understand. It's one thing to have good sex, but something entirely different to reach those erotic heights with your own son. It took me a long time to understand it myself. At first, I felt guilty, as if I were tarnishing my late husband's memory by enjoying sex so much more with his son. But then I realized that it had nothing to do with things like cock size or performance, as wonderful as Jason is in those regards. It's because... it's because he's my son that my sex life has never been better. I didn't even want to believe it was possible at first, but now I know it's the truth."
"I... I feel the same way," I admitted. Hearing Tracy make such a confession felt good, and it emboldened me to speak further.
"Despite all the years apart, I still felt very much like a happily married woman. It took a great deal of persuasion from Daniel before he convinced me that I needed to put those memories away and try to build new ones with him if we wanted to make the most of the time we had left. And then when we started having sex... at first I told myself that it was only because I'd gone so long without, but deep down, I knew that wasn't true. Even considering Daniel's inexperience, it was easily the best sex I'd ever had."
"The orgasms must have been incredible," Tracy chimed in. "I know mine were with Jason. They still are, even a year later."
"Mind-blowing," I replied.
"But being able to teach Daniel how to make love on top of all that... that's something I didn't even get to do with Jason. I can only imagine how amazing that must have been."
"His natural curiosity and enthusiasm," I said with a small chuckle, "was really something. I felt like I was learning a lot of it myself for the first time."
"Going through all of that, and with your son of all people... that's why the orgasms were so intense, Abby. You must realize by now that admitting this does not mean you are betraying your husband."
"Lying on your back, with your legs draped over your muscular son's shoulders, and looking him in the eye as he pounds into you tirelessly with... with his huge cock... with a love and desire that you know only have grown because of the eighteen years you raised him as your son... it gave my orgasms an intensity that I never could have predicted. It was hard for me to admit that John never made me cum like that, and yes, I did feel guilty about it for a long time. In a way, I still do."
"But you must understand that the bond you share with Daniel goes beyond what you could feel with anyone else, even your husband. And then, combining those two feelings into one... well, gives you orgasms that practically make you pass out. That's the way it is for me and Jason; I don't doubt it's the same for you and Daniel."
"It's not just that, I mean, I still feel a little weird saying this, but Daniel was... is... a much better lover than John," I admitted.
"How so?" Tracy asked.
"For one thing, he loves, I mean loves oral sex," I began. "I was the same way with going down on John, but he didn't care much for doing it for me."
"I guess this is a case of, 'like mother, like son,' then" Tracy quipped back.
"Maybe," I replied, trying to relax better after hearing Tracy's small joke.
"Experiencing a cock like Daniel's, and an eager tongue to boot...you must have been one happy woman then," Tracy added with a smile.
"I was," I replied, sounding a bit mischievous now. "And you were right about Daniel's pants, with them being so small... well, after we became lovers he often didn't wear them at all."
"A good-looking young man walking around naked, with his giant cock on display. I'm amazed you got any work done at all!" Tracy quipped.
"Oftentimes we didn't," I smiled impishly, "especially since... well, he was so comfortable like that I..."
"Did mama like to be naked with her boy too?" Tracy saucily teased.
"Yes," I confessed.
"My goodness, the two of you must have been cumming together day and night," Tracy joked, laughing even harder now.
"You could say that..." I replied sheepishly.
"But it was so much more than that," I continued. "As you said, Tracy, witnessing Daniel's sexual maturation was also special. I loved watching him discover himself, and I did everything I could to encourage him."
"Such as?" Tracy asked.
"Well, this may sound a bit weird, but almost from the beginning, Daniel was completely fascinated with... my butt."
"That's not weird, you have a breathtaking figure, Abby," Tracy remarked.
"Thanks, but, I don't mean just fondling or squeezing or even kissing. I mean, he loved to finger it or use his tongue there."
"That's not a big deal, Abby, you're a smart enough girl to know that," Tracy said.
"I understand, but it was never a part of my sex life before, especially with John, so it took me some time to adjust. Daniel could sense my unease, and it worried him at first, but then I explained the situation. I didn't want to dissuade him from exploring his sexuality, however, so I encouraged him to continue. In fact, I even did the same back to him, which he seemed to really enjoy."
"Very different from your sex life with John," Tracy interjected.
"Exactly," I continued. "Well, it was pretty obvious from Daniel's behavior that he was going to eventually ask to use his cock there, so I was already considering which oils we had that would be suitable for it."
"You truly were an understanding lover, Abby, I don't think you give yourself enough credit for that. And an amazing mom. Never doubt that."
"As I anticipated, it was only a couple of days after we became lovers that Daniel asked me about anal sex. He was aware that I had never tried it before, and if anything, that made him even more enthusiastic about the prospect of sharing new experiences together."
"How did you feel about it, Abby?"
"I was nervous, of course. Aside from the obvious reasons, well, you were right about Daniel; he is a lot bigger than average."
"Much more than your husband?" Tracy inquired.
"I mean, I never had any complaints about John, but let's just say that if you were in the dark, you wouldn't have any trouble knowing who was who. Wherever Daniel inherited that thing from, it sure wasn't from his dad."
"Obviously from your side of the family, Abby. In fact, sexually speaking you and Daniel have a lot in common."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you have a curvy physique that goes well beyond the average. In the old days, they would say you were built for childbirth."
"Or lots of great sex," Tracy added with a chuckle. "Daniel is the same way with being so naturally uninhibited. I bet he ejaculates a ton when he orgasms too."
"He does," I replied with some trepidation. "I never said anything to Daniel about it, thinking I might worry him, but it's a lot more than I've ever seen with any other man."
"Nothing to be concerned about, Abby; it's perfectly natural for him. For some men, a heightened sex drive is naturally stronger than for others. If you share that trait with Daniel, as I suspect you do, then it's no wonder you two were doing it as often as you were. Besides, what else is there to do to pass the time on a deserted island? Did you enjoy having anal sex with him?"
"I admit, it took some getting used to," I replied. "To this day, I don't think I like it as much as he does, but when I'm in the mood for it, yeah, I definitely enjoy it. Most of the time, though, it's better if we stick to the regular way, and Daniel uses his finger on my ass. Or uses the dildo that he made for me..."
"Daniel made you a dildo?" Tracy asked, taken aback with surprise.
"Three of them, actually," I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed and turning slightly red. "All very well-crafted, too."
"My goodness, you two were having an even better time than I had imagined," Tracy chuckled back.
"There's something else I need to talk about, Tracy," I said, trying to change the subject to something more serious.
"Daniel... almost from the very beginning, Daniel has told me how badly he wants to impregnate me. At first, I thought it was merely a sexual fantasy; I'd even indulge him by... you know... talking dirty to him about it while we were having sex. It was a huge turn-on for him, me egging him on to give me a baby while he was fucking me. There'd be a fire in his eyes that was so intense, even for him, and it drove him crazy. I admit, it eventually became a big turn-on for me too, seeing Daniel get so wild like that. You were right about him; he has a physique almost like he was born for sex, and once he mastered how to use his body properly the fucking became out of this world."
"But whenever Daniel indulged in his impregnation kinks too, well... the intensity reached new levels even by our standards. All I can remember was being nearly delirious as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me, clinging on for dear life as Daniel took control. At that point, I'd lose it too, screaming at the top of my lungs for him to give me his baby, fully aware of how much it was a turn-on for him. To be honest, it was for me too, and my orgasms would be longer and more intense than ever."
"It's okay, Abby; there's nothing to be ashamed of, Tracy said, sensing the trepidation in my voice.
"I'm alright," I assured her, "but it is nice to hear someone say that. You were right; I did discover a lot about myself sexually with Daniel. But as far as having a child is concerned, it wasn't just sex talk for Daniel. He spoke about it in more serious terms as well, even though I kept insisting that it was wrong for us to bring a child into such a harsh environment. After having Daniel, I couldn't get pregnant again; it was one of those things that even the doctors weren't sure about... and now that we're back..."
"Daniel wants you to try again," Tracy said, completing my sentence.
"Yes."
"You could; I'm sure medical science has advanced significantly since you last tried. Do you want to have another child, Abby?"
"I did, for the longest time. I suppose I still do."
"With Daniel?"
"I... I'm not sure," I stammered.
"Maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves here, Abby," Tracy said with a reassuring smile. "There's so much more we need to talk about. I am particularly interested in hearing about when you first returned home and what happened with your husband."
"It was hard, really hard, I'm not even sure where to start," I said.
"How about telling me about what your husband was doing while you and Daniel were lost at sea," Tracy offered.
"John tried to find us for the first few years, unsuccessfully, of course, hiring private search companies to look for us. Along with other families who had lost loved ones, he filed a class-action lawsuit against the company for negligence. It appears they were aware of the impending storm and that we should not have been out that day. Although it was a small company to sue, they had plenty of insurance. Long story short, John was awarded five million dollars in damages."
"Okay, good to know," Tracy said, "but I'm more interested in what John himself was doing. Did he ever remarry?"
"No, after several years of searching for us... for me... he finally lost hope. He sought counseling and eventually attempted to date again, but he hasn't done much of it. He said it 'wasn't just the same' for him after losing me."
"How did you feel about it, Abby? What was it like to be reunited with John after so many years?"
"It was so weird...surreal... like being in the same room with a stranger, or a ghost," I replied, struggling to organize my thoughts. "I felt so sorry for John; after so many years of dreaming about my return, the last thing he deserved was this. But I couldn't help it. The moment he first saw me again, John rushed over and embraced me, sobbing uncontrollably and showering my head with kisses, but it was only after a few seconds that he sensed it--the coldness of my response. And in the background, I could sense Daniel's eyes on us, knowing full-well what he was feeling."
"And what was that, Abby?"
"Anger, seething anger. Resentment, jealousy. Despite not having any human contact for so many years, I knew exactly how Daniel viewed me. I was his lover, his wife, his woman now. And he was fiercely protective of keeping things that way."
"What was the relationship between John and Daniel like before you became stranded?" Tracy asked.
"It was fine, but... well, John was working a lot, which meant he never got to spend that much time with Daniel. It didn't mean he didn't love him; however, as a consequence, Daniel was always much closer to me than to his father."
"And now he clearly saw John as his rival," Tracy concluded.
"I felt terrible. It wasn't fair to either of them, but especially to John. After being reunited with us after so long, the last thing he deserved was the cold, distant reception he got from both Daniel and me."
"I tried... I tried so hard to smooth things over with John, to at least give him the impression that things would be okay between us again someday, but I just couldn't," I said in frustration.
"Do you think he ever suspected... about you and Daniel?" Tracy asked.
"Not at first; I doubt a thought that... peverse... could have even entered his mind. It didn't prevent me from being terrified from being found out though. We didn't say much during the hour-long drive back home from where we had been reunited; John could see that Daniel and I were in no mood to talk, so we all remained silent. When we finally arrived home, it was quite late, and John suggested that we all turn in for the night. Daniel went back to his old room, which must have felt surreal as hell for him, while I reluctantly went back to our room with John, fully aware that Daniel would be furious at the mere thought of me sharing a bed again with John."
"When we got there however, I knew I couldn't go through with it; too much had changed," I continued. "I told John I needed some time alone. I could see that he was deeply hurt, but he was also kind and considerate, offering to leave me while he went to use the guest room. Fortunately, that room is on the other side of the house because, well... a few hours later I got a visit... from Daniel."
"Oh my goodness!" Tracy exclaimed in surprise.
"I immediately knew what he wanted, crawling in to bed with me, just as I soon discovered that he was completely naked. We hadn't had sex for several days, and of course he was horny. Truth be told, I probably would have been too if I hadn't been so on edge. On the island, we rarely went more than a day without doing something amorous together, but this wasn't just about the sex..."
"It was about him wanting to re-establish his role as your lover," Tracy added, "or perhaps to confirm it for both of you."
"Exactly. But whatever his motives, I still wasn't willing to take a chance--at least not with John still in the house."
"Is Daniel your lover, Abby? Was everything that happened on the island merely a matter of circumstance, or have you consciously chosen him to be your lover now as well?"
"How could you even ask me that? After what you shared about your own son, you should understand my feelings better than anybody."
"I do," Tracy smiled back. "But it was still important for me to ask. After having John come back into your life, I can only imagine how confusing things must have been for you. I'm not sure how I would have handled the situation you just described."
"I told Daniel that it was too risky for us to have sex, and the last thing we needed was for John to find soiled sheets in our bed the next morning. However, once again, he was too determined to listen. In the end, we managed to reach a compromise. It was a full moon that night, and I went over to the window where there was more than enough light for us to see each other. There, standing up, we made love, with Daniel taking me from behind."
"The two of you, bathed in moonlight together, making sweet love... it actually sounds quite romantic to me," Tracy said with a warm smile.
"It was," I replied, breaking into a tiny smile. "But it was so much more than that. I had endured so much that day with John; being able to reconnect with Daniel felt as if we were in our own little world once again. At first, I tried to stifle my sex sounds, the fear of being caught still fresh in my mind, but the more intense Daniel's fucking became the more I decided that John being on the other side of the house made it safe for me to let go. It started out with soft moans and sharp cries of passion, but by the end I was practically screaming as Daniel's cock ravaged me. He was losing it too, banging into my ass so hard that I'm sure that clapping sound of our aroused bodies was even loud enough to escape the confines of our room. It felt like a jackhammer pummeling me, with Daniel fucking me relentlessly the way he knows I like it. When my orgasm finally hit, well, I can hardly remember anything except for the wailing scream I let out, which thankfully John didn't hear."
"Maybe he did," Tracy suggested. "After all, he did send you to see me."
"I don't think so," I replied. "John's suspicion must have grown eventually for him to sent me here, but at that point I believe he was still unaware."
"So you left no evidence of what you'd been up to that night?"
"After Daniel... well, came... it was a lot just as usual. For the sake of trying to get us cleaned up, I quickly led him to the adjoining bathroom and into the shower. It's a nice, modern shower, or at least it was ten years ago, but terribly small. In fact, back in the old days, John didn't even want to use it, so we referred to it as 'my' shower. So you can imagine how tight a fit it was to have both Daniel and I in there together. But if anything, it made the experience that much more erotic though, as we held each other under the steamy water, our hands touching and exploring one another in such sweet and intimate ways."
"Sounds like it was a very special moment for you," Tracy added warmly.
"It was," I replied. "Once again, it felt as though the rest of the world had vanished, leaving only Daniel and me together. We were kissing, and it was so deep and intense, our mouths and tongues moving in perfect harmony. That level of passion was something I had never imagined possible before Daniel. I could feel the arousal building in both of us, and if the cramped space had permitted, I would have gladly gone to my knees to take Daniel into my mouth. Knowing him, I was certain he felt the same way; the desire for him to eat my pussy was just as strong. He managed to slip a finger inside me, and I did my best to stroke his cock in return. I could sense that we were both approaching orgasm when Daniel suddenly surprised me by lifting me into the air. I knew exactly what he had in mind--we had done this a few times before on the island--Daniel skillfully lowering me into a position where his cock could enter me while he held me aloft.
"Wow, he really is something," Tracy said in awe.
"You don't know the half of it," I replied, my cheeks flushing slightly. "With Daniel raising and lowering me while I did my best to keep up, I managed to bounce up and down, now impaled on his big cock. The hot water enveloping us intensified the sensation, making it truly amazing. It wasn't long before I was screaming out that I was cumming again, even louder than before, as Daniel filled me once more with another load of his sticky semen."
"In our own world, just Daniel and me together," Tracy said, echoing some of the words I'd used. "Abby, do you wish the two of you had never been rescued?"
"Now you sound like Daniel," I said, a hint of frustration in my voice. "He says that all the time. He's even mentioned us getting a boat and secretly sailing back there together."
"And what did you tell him?"
"It's a pretty dream, but nothing more," I answered. "Things happen to you in life, whether you like it or not. The important thing is to try and move forward, not get stuck in memories of the past. I learned this during my time with Daniel on the island. It's a big part of why I was able to reconcile my old life with John and embark on a new one with Daniel."
"You really did learn a lot about yourself on that island, Abby."
"Yes, I grew a lot emotionally, and yes, sexually too..."
"Such as?"
"I learned about what turns me on," I replied.
"And what's that?" Tracy asked.
"Daniel," I sheepishly replied.
"I think we've talked about enough for today, Abby. Why don't you come back next week?"
"Um... well, there is still a lot happening at home, Tracy. There are things I haven't talked about yet."
"And you can't wait a week," Tracy said, completing my thought. "I do have some time available tomorrow, but I have another session scheduled at that time as well. You can sit in on it if you wish."
"What?" I asked, surprised. "What are you talking about?"
"Part of the 'coaching' I do here involves listening in on sessions with other patients, of course with their consent. I will ask Carly and Josh about it after you leave and let you know if there are any objections, but I don't anticipate any. They've had others sit in on their sessions before."
"I don't know, Tracy, this all feels strange to me," I said uneasily. "Besides, it doesn't happen often anymore, but strangers still recognize me sometimes. I don't think I could handle something like that happening here."
"You can stay in the back of the room. With the lights off, they won't be able to see you clearly, and you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."
"I guess it's okay then," I said, still feeling quite anxious about the entire situation.
"It's unfortunate that you feel so bad about your past, Abby. I know for a fact that many women admire you for the courage and resilience you showed in such challenging circumstances. If the women who come here knew that you were one of them too... I'm certain it would mean a lot to them."
***
When I got to the office the following day, Tracy greeted me in her office, and the butterflies I felt were stronger than ever before--something she sensed immediately.
"Don't worry, you're like a fly on the wall here," she reassured me. "You don't have to say or do anything."
"I still don't really understand how this is part of my treatment if it's not even my session," I said.
"I don't think Carly and Josh will be with me for the full hour, so we'll have some time after to ourselves. Regarding sitting in on their session, there is a certain comfort in knowing that you're not alone in dealing with this subject. Again, you don't need to say anything, but it's a shame because Carly is going through a critical moment with Josh and I have no doubt that hearing from someone of your 'stature' would go a long way towards easing her apprehension."
"What is this critical moment?" I asked, attempting to dismiss her remark about me being some sort of celebrity or expert. "Or are you not allowed to tell me?"
"I'm allowed to talk about it, they've given their consent," Tracy replied. "Carly was going through a difficult time, struggling with her feelings for Josh. It was eating her up inside, but after a fair amount of counseling, she was able to come to terms with all that. I later began seeing Josh as well, separately, of course, and after numerous conversations with him, I finally discovered that he'd long harbored similar feelings for her."
"But what's this 'critical moment' you talked about?" I asked again.
"Carly and Josh have come to accept their feelings for one another, but it's still very hard for them to talk about, and the final barrier--unsurprisingly-- is proving to be the toughest one of all."
"I still don't quite follow," I said.
"The physical one. It's one thing to have emotions of love, desire, even lust for someone else, but putting those feelings into action is another story, especially when that other person is..."
"Your son," I said, finishing Tracy's sentence.
"Or your mother," Tracy added. "Although in Josh's case, he's more than ready. It's Carly who needs our help today."
***
Tracy led me into another room, larger than the main office we'd been using thus far, but more sparsely furnished. As she had promised, there was a single chair at the back, and with all the lights turned off in that part of the room, the others would not be able to see more of me than a dark silhouette. In contrast, the front of the room was brightly lit, with a single chair positioned at the front that almost made me feel as though I were watching a one-person stage play or something. The woman--Carly, I assumed--entered first, escorted by Tracy's son/receptionist Jason.
"Why don't you get settled in first, Carly? Tracy said. "Josh should be here shortly."
I could see the nerves on the woman's face, making me wonder why she had consented to having me here at all, but nevertheless watched in silence as she removed her coat. Carly was shorter than me, with a much more petite frame, but still quite attractive. She appeared to be in her early forties, with mid-length blonde hair done up in a textured style that flattered the shape of her face. She was wearing a black blouse that was snug, almost too tight, but sensually hugged her artfully delicate, feminine figure. The top accentuated her breasts, which looked to be about a C-cup, but on someone as small as Carly seemed much larger while still remaining proportionate. The gray slacks she wore complemented her outfit perfectly, and the stylish belt added an attractive touch without being gaudy. Overall, she was well-dressed, but not excessively so.
Josh entered a few minutes later, once again accompanied by Jason. Carly looked up, offering him a quick greeting and a smile, but her nerves quickly overwhelmed her, preventing her from settling down. As Josh removed his coat, I was immediately struck by his rugged good looks--a tall, strong young man in his early twenties, with a square jaw and an Ivy League-style haircut that complemented his sandy brown hair.
"Josh, your mom seems to be feeling a bit nervous today. I know you sometimes give her a neck massage after a long day at work. Perhaps she would appreciate one now?"
"Sure," Josh replied.
"Carly?" Tracy inquired.
"Yeah, that sounds nice," Carly said.
Carly was seated at the front of the room, her wooden chair positioned to my right, while Tracy occupied the chair facing her. Josh then approached from behind his mother, standing as he gently massaged her neck and shoulders.
"Better?" Tracy asked.
"Yes, I suppose," Carly replied. Although she was still quite nervous, Josh's gentle ministrations gradually calmed her. It was difficult not to notice his touch--so soft, loving, and even a bit sensual. Josh clearly had ample experience in this, as he seemed to find just the right spots to help Carly feel at ease. It made me wonder how none of these massages had led to something more between them, if that was what they both secretly desired, or if perhaps the massages themselves had been the catalyst that brought them to this point. In any case, Carly did relax significantly, which was impressive given the conversation she was having with Tracy.
They were reflecting on her past, particularly regarding her feelings for Josh and how they had evolved from a simple maternal affection into something deeper. Josh stood silently, listening as the two women discussed him as if he were not present, doing nothing but continuing to work his magic on Carly's shoulders.
"I attempted to speak with other women, particularly mothers of sons, about my experiences. I wanted to find common ground that might help explain my situation, hoping it was something else..."
"And not attraction," Tracy said, completing Carly's sentence for her.
"Yes," Carly replied meekly. "But I didn't get anywhere with them. If anything, I'd get strange looks whenever I took the conversation too far, which made me even more self-conscious as I'd quickly backpedal and then change the subject. That's why I'm so grateful to have found you, Tracy. I don't know what I would have done otherwise."
"I'm glad I was here for you Carly," she replied.
"For both of you," Tracy added, flashing Josh a quick smile. It was the first time either of them had acknowledged him since the beginning of the session.
"I'm glad I got to know you over the past few months. You are both remarkable people, and you are an exceptional mother as well, Carly; Josh is lucky to have you."
"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me," Carly replied. I could hear her voice becoming choked with emotion, and she was practically in tears. "This has all been so difficult for me, you know..."
"You've had more than your fair share of demons to wrestle with, that's for sure," Tracy said. I didn't fully understand what she meant by that, but of course I knew that not everything was going to make sense to me today.
"But that's when having a loving partner can make a world of difference," Tracy continued. "Sometimes, a couple like you just needs that extra little push, someone to tell you that you have their blessing. Well, Carly, for what it's worth, you and Josh have my blessing."
"I just... I dunno..." Carly said, her voice faltering. "I never expected... I just assumed... that Josh would prefer to be out chasing girls his own age."
"Never underestimate the value of an older woman," Tracy replied with a chuckle. "A lot of younger men appreciate our experience, our wit, our charm, and wisdom. And many will swear to you that we're exceptional in bed as well. Especially when the woman is as attractive as you are Carly."
"Well, thanks," Carly replied shyly.
"Come now, there's no need for you to be modest here, Carly. I'm sure you were quite beautiful back in your twenties. That hasn't changed just because your age starts with a 'four' now. Isn't that right, Josh?"
"Absolutely," Josh replied with a smile.
"That top you're wearing today... your breasts look amazing in it," Tracy teased. "Did you wear that just for Josh?"
"I... well..." Carly stammered, clearly taken by surprise.
"It's okay, Carly. Remember, we're here to get these things out in the open."
"I... sometimes I get the impression that Josh is trying to check them out," Carly replied sheepishly.
"And so you wore that tight blouse today in order to get his attention," Tracy concluded.
"Yes," Carly replied meekly.
"Is that true, Josh? Have you been checking out your mom's tits when she isn't aware? Tracy asked.
"It's..." Josh started, chuckling awkwardly. "It's kinda hard not to... I mean, they're so nice and curvy. And sexy."
"And big," Tracy added. "I've always wondered if they were real. Breasts that size on a petite woman like you."
"Yes, absolutely," Carly asserted confidently. "100% natural."
"I bet they feel as wonderful as they look, Tracy said, glancing past Carly to meet Josh's gaze. A hint of trepidation flickered across Josh's face, but Tracy offered him a reassuring nod. With that encouragement, Josh's hands, which had been gently massaging Carly's shoulders, slowly moved down to cup her shapely breasts.
"Oh... oh my..." Carly said with a husky moan.
"Does that feel good, Carly?" Tracy asked.
"Oh God, yes," she answered, her voice now laced with arousal as well.
Josh was really working his hands into Carly's breasts now. It was slow, soft, and incredibly sensual, watching his fingers knead her ample mounds, the flesh often spilling out over his fingers as he squeezed and caressed them. As for Carly, she had her head back now, eyes closed, reveling in the experience, softly moaning as she enjoyed every moment of her son's marvelous touch.
"So many times Josh gave you those massages, Carly," Tracy said, breaking the silence that had lingered for several minutes. I bet you wish they'd been more like this."
"Yes, it's so true, Tracy," Carly replied, her voice still tinged with arousal but now also carrying a hint of sadness. "I'd have thoughts about it every time."
"What about you, Josh? I bet you were just dying to touch Carly's beautiful tits."
"I'd be so close and yet so far," Josh replied with a wistful chuckle. "And it'd be tearing me up inside."
"I wish I'd known, son," Carly said. It was the first time she had spoken directly to Josh, slightly surprising both Tracy and Josh for a moment. "Things might have been so different for us."
"It's okay, Mom; that's all in the past," Josh replied with quiet confidence. "We only need to focus on the future now."
"Nevertheless, I would still like to know a little more about your habit of peeking at Carly's tits, Josh. How long have you been doing that?
"Maybe a year," he replied. "I mean I always knew they were gorgeous, just like the rest of Mom is, but... you know... it's one thing to know it, and another thing to feel it."
"You mean to lust after it," Tracy added with a nod.
"And what about you, Carly? How long have you been trying to get Josh's attention like this?
"About the same time," she replied. "Sometimes... sometimes I'd get kind of bold about it too."
"Bold?" Tracy asked. "You mean horny?"
"Yes," Carly admitted.
"How?"
"I'd wear this white t-shirt around the house. It wasn't anything new, I'd often worn it before, but always with something over it, because, it's... well, very tight, and just a bit see-through."
"And so you wore it alone, as a top, to attract Josh's attention."
"Not only that, Tracy. There was a time when I was feeling... I guess looking back you could say I was feeling especially horny... because I wore it around Josh without putting on a bra either. I tried to act natural, pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary, but inside my heart was racing with excitement."
"Do you remember this, Josh?" Tracy asked.
"Of course I did," he replied. "My eyes practically popped out when I saw Mom like that."
"I bet that's not the only thing that was popping out, on her or you," Tracy added with a sly chuckle.
"What about you, Carly? You must have felt incredibly sexy, being aroused like that and showing off your body to your son."
"It didn't quite go that way," Carly replied. "I'm not entirely sure what I should have expected from Josh. As I said, I was kinda getting carried away, but he found a way to leave the room as quickly as he could."
"Josh?" Tracy inquired.
"Mom, you looked incredible," Josh said, sounding more conciliatory than anything. "So hot... it turned me on so much... but that was the problem. I wasn't sure how to handle it, and I was afraid that if you saw how... excited... I was."
"Did you get an erection from it?" Tracy asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "I left the room to go back to my bedroom to... you know... take care of the problem."
"You went to jack off," Tracy clarified. "While fantasizing about Carly?"
"Yes," Josh replied.
"Oh my God, I never knew," Carly said, her voice practically lamenting. "I just... I guess I assumed you were revolted by it."
"You have a gorgeous body," Tracy said. "No man would find you revolting. However, it's easy to have that impression when it's your own son. How does that make you feel, Carly, knowing that Josh was in his room, stroking his hard cock with thoughts of you to fuel his desire?"
"It's... it's exciting," Carly replied with a nervous laugh.
"What if you had gone after Josh, Carly? What if the door had been unlocked and you found him standing naked in the middle of the room, his hand wrapped around his big cock, stroking it rapidly, desperately trying to cum as his mind was overtaken with of images of you? What would you have done?"
"I probably would have been too scared to do anything," she admitted.
"And if you knew everything that you do now? If Josh asked you to suck his cock for him, would you have done that? Would you have enjoyed it too?"
"I... I..." Carly's nerves had clearly resurfaced, prompting Tracy to speak up once more.
"It's okay, Carly; it's normal to feel nervous," Tracy said, soothing her once more.
"You're wearing a bra today, aren't you Carly? Did you pick it out for Josh, to wear for him today?" Tracy asked, trying a different tactic with her now.
"Yes," she replied quietly. "I thought with today... you know..."
"I'm sure Josh would love to see it. Why don't you raise your arms for us?"
Carly complied with Tracy's request, while Josh, still standing behind the chair in which Carly was seated, reached down and pulled the top over his mother's outstretched arms. Beneath it was a black, lacy push-up bra.
"My goodness, it's so sexy," Tracy remarked. "Are you wearing the matching panties with it too?"
"Yes," Carly replied, her tone now mostly calm now.
"You are a lucky man, Josh--very fortunate indeed," Tracy said, smiling at him.
"I know," he replied.
Seemingly unable to restrain himself any longer, Josh's hands returned to cupping Carly's tits. He let out an excited groan as he grasped them, mashing and kneading her supple mounds, and Carly responded with an equally loud moan. Josh escalated the moment further by moving his head to Carly's neck, kissing it and her bare shoulders repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I just can't control myself any longer," Josh blurted out. "You turn me on so much, Mom."
"It's fine, Josh, it's okay to show her how you feel," Tracy replied.
"He desires you so much, Carly, Josh longs for you day and night," Tracy said. "Let him know it's alright, Carly."
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she replied. "I feel the same way."
"Take off her bra, Josh," Tracy calmly commanded.
Josh's hands moved to Carly's back, deftly unfastening her bra. She leaned forward, allowing it to slide off her body and her generous boobs spilled free.
"Oh my God, they're incredible," Josh exclaimed.
His hands returned to Carly's breasts, now gently massaging the exposed flesh. It was quite a sight, watching them spill out beyond his hands and between his fingers as he caressed her, with Josh occasionally taking the time here and there to pinch her large nipples or rub his fingers over them in a circular motion.
"Oh... oh, that feels so good!" Carly shuddered, her face displaying pure ecstasy. Her mouth formed a small "O" shape as she groaned at Josh's touch.
"You have incredible tits, Carly," Tracy commented. "I can see why you tried so hard to get Josh to notice them."
"Oh, I noticed them," Josh replied with a mischievous smile.
"Josh, I want you to use your mouth on Carly's tits," Tracy said. "I believe it's time for both of you to experience that."
Josh moved to the front where his mother sat, but remained uncertain about what to do until Tracy gestured for him to kneel before her. At that height, his face aligned with Carly's chest, making it easy for him to lean forward, take her orbs into his hands, and then guide them to his waiting mouth.
"Oh, oh my God, Carly moaned. Josh was eagerly exploring her chest, kissing and sucking her breasts all over, occasionally taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking down on it hard.
The temperature of the room continued to rise, with Carly practically thrashing in her chair from excitement as Josh fervently attacked her breasts. I sat, watching in awe, wondering what would happen next as this continued for several minutes until Tracy finally spoke up.
"Josh, sexual pleasure is a wonderful thing, and I'm so glad we've made that breakthrough with you and Carly today, but being a lover also involves compassion, intimacy, and taking responsibility too. You know what your mom has been going through, and you've made it clear to me that you want to be the man in her life. You've never kissed her before, at least not as a lover. She needs to know that you want to be there for her, in body, mind, and spirit."
"I do Mom, I do," Josh said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Then it's time to make that promise to her, to seal it with a kiss," Tracy said. "Kiss her, Josh, show her everything you feel for her."
Josh showed no hesitation as he moved forward, taking Carly into his arms and kissing her deeply and passionately on the lips. His mother was momentarily stunned, but she quickly melted into his embrace and was soon fervently kissing him back. And now it was like their lips were on fire, as I watched Josh and Carly's mouths come together again and again, passionately exchanging deeper and hotter kisses. It was exhilarating to witness their excitement grow before my eyes. They were practically out of breath now, as if they couldn't get enough of exploring this new sensation of pressing their lips together. This continued until Josh finally pulled away, panting heavily as he struggled to speak.
"Mom, I want you to come with me into the next room now," he said, his tone heavy and serious, which took me by surprise. A grave expression overtook both Tracy and Carly's faces, leaving me even more curious about what this was all about.
"You know what he's asking you, don't you Carly?" Tracy inquired. "Do you understand what's going to happen if you say yes?"
"I do," she replied. Carly sounded as if she were faintly crying, and I could even see a few tears streaming down her cheeks. "And I want it too, Josh."
Josh placed his arm around his mother's shoulder and guided her to a door on the opposite side of the room, one I hadn't noticed until now. It was not the same door we had all entered, the one that connected to the main corridor. After they left, Tracy came over to me.
"Well, what did you think, Abby?" she asked.
"I don't understand... what's this room they were talking about?"
"Not much, really," she replied. "Just a sparse room I set up for patients a few months ago. There are a few refreshments available, that sort of thing. And... there's a king-sized bed. That's the main reason we have it."
"You mean?" I asked.
"They went there to make love, Abby," Tracy said.
"I... I kinda suspected as much, with the way they were acting, but it's still hard to believe you'd have such a thing here," I said. "I mean, is that really necessary? Can't they just go home? I know sometimes people get carried away and all, but they should still be able to manage until they can get home."
"Abby, everything about what I do here is focused on providing people with a safe outlet to be themselves..."
"And I can't imagine anywhere safer than home," I interjected.
"Not for everyone, Abby. Some women, like Carly, well some of them have husbands too. You, more than anyone, should understand that."
"I... I never thought..." I said, taken aback. "My situation is what it is, but I didn't expect you to endorse cheating here. That woman and her son weren't cheating before, and yet you literally gave them your blessing to do so."
"Don't be so naive, Abby," Tracy chuckled back. I don't discuss other patients, but I know Carly and Josh well enough that they won't mind this now, especially if it provides a learning experience for you. Carly and Josh... they've been cheating together for months now, in their hearts, at least. I just helped them turn those thoughts into action."
"And what about her husband?" I asked.
"Carly's marriage has been beyond repair for years now. She tried to get her husband to see a family counselor with her, but he wouldn't hear of it. Carly wanted to leave him for the longest time, but she's not emotionally strong enough to be on her own. She's the type of person who needs a companion, a lover, to feel complete. As time passed, her thoughts and desires began to gravitate towards Josh. That's when she approached me, uncertain about how to proceed or even if he felt the same way. As it turns out, Josh had wanted his mother from a distance for years too, and after counseling both of them for enough time I decided to help them make those desires a reality."
"And what about Carly's husband? I doubt he deserves a wife who's sneaking behind his back to have an affair? And with their own son, no less."
"I guarantee you, now that Josh and Carly have consummated their relationship, the divorce papers will be coming soon," Tracy replied.
I calmed down quite a bit after hearing that, my eyes drifting over to the door through which Carly and Josh had exited, aware that the "consummation" Tracy had referred to was occurring at that very moment.
"It really was incredible to witness, wasn't it?" Tracy asked with a smile as she caught me staring off in the direction of the other room.
"I still don't understand why you wanted me to be here, Tracy," I said, feeling bewildered.
"I wanted to see what emotions it would evoke in you, Abby. I mean, think about it: that beautiful mother and her handsome son are in the next room. They're both probably naked by now, eagerly exploring each other's bodies for the first time. But we both know that it's a lot more than sex they're sharing together. It's a freedom to express their love for each other as mother and son in ways they never thought possible, taking them to heights of passion they never knew were possible. How does that make you feel?"
"It's... exciting," I admitted. "Something like that only happens for the first time once."
"Do you wish you could watch them making love at this very moment?"
My face flushed red with embarrassment at the suggestion.
"I guess... yeah, part of me wishes I could. I'm sorry, that must sound really perverted."
"It's not, Abby, not at all," Tracy said. "What Carly and Josh are doing right now--discovering things about each other and themselves--is beautiful, and it would be beautiful to witness it as well. And in case you're wondering, there's no hidden camera or anything like that set up in the room. Carly and Josh have all the privacy, the safety, that I promised them they would have there. It's even soundproof."
"Well, mostly soundproof," Tracy quickly added with a sly laugh.
"But tell me more about why you wish you could watch them, Abby. There's no reason to feel embarrassed."
"I suppose it brings back memories of when Daniel and I first became lovers. I'll always remember the look of pleasure, the look of intimate trust on his face the first time I felt his cock in my hands, lovingly caressing the hard shaft with my fingers, the sweet, boyish smile he gave me as I stroked his heavy balls for him was unforgettable. The wide-eyed look of wonder on Daniel's face as I took his hard shaft into my mouth for the first time... that transformed into pure ecstasy as I sucked him off."
"I had a similar experience with Jason, even if it wasn't his first time like it was for Daniel. The look on his face, passion mixed with love and wonder, watching me of all people give him that kind of pleasure, was something I'll never forget. Just like I'm sure Carly is feeling the same thing right now with Josh."
"It is special, isn't it?" I remarked.
"Did you swallow Daniel's cum that day, Abby?"
"Yes," I replied, smiling as my mind once again flashed back to the experience. "He didn't even know you could do that. You should have seen the surprised look on his face."
"You're imagining Carly pleasuring Josh the same way right now, aren't you, Abby? How does that make you feel?"
"It's... exciting. I'm happy for her, maybe even a little envious."
"I feel the same way; it just reminds me so much of my first time with Jason. I was as nervous as a bride on her wedding day, but he was calm, in control, so strong and loving. It's not hard for me to see a lot of him in Josh, and to imagine him making love to Carly the same way Jason did with me. I felt like a new woman that next day, like my life had meaning and purpose to it again. Being able to share your most intimate moments like that with your son is a privilege that only a few mothers ever experience, Abby, and it's only women like us who can fully understand it."
"I know," I relented, surrendering to the erotic feelings that were washing over me.
"I still enjoy reminiscing sometimes, like about the first time Daniel made love to me from behind. I turned my head back to look at him, and saw this strong, adult man, his body taut, muscles flexing in perfect rhythm. The look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face, combined with just the right amount of love, and recognize that beneath it all he was still my Daniel, the boy I'd raised over the last eighteen years. But now he was a man, thrusting with confidence into me like a man, and I got so turned on that the next thing I knew I was smiling lustfully back at him and begging him to fuck me harder. I'd never been so proud and so aroused at the same time, as crazy as that probably sounds."
"I bet your orgasm was incredible," Tracy added.
"The best," I replied with a smile. "Any sex I've had with Daniel is the best I've ever had."
"And not despite him being your son, but because of it," Tracy said.
"Yes," I admitted. There was a sense of finality in my last response, as if my confession for the day was now complete.
"Well, that's all the time I can give you today, Abby. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to discuss your husband; I know that's what you came here for today. I believe I do have some time available for the day after tomorrow. If you would like, Jason can book it for you."
"I will, and... Tracy, I'm so glad you found Jason. It sounds like you're really happy."
"Thanks, that's sweet of you to say, Abby."
***
When I arrived at the office for my next appointment, I saw Josh and Carly exiting from Tracy's office. They were smiling and laughing, joking about who knows what, looking like a typical couple in love who were so engrossed in each other that they seemed barely aware of their surroundings. Like the other day, they were both wearing coats, but Carly also sported a tight miniskirt that once again highlighted her sensual figure. They walked off together, completely unaware of my presence as they passed by. I couldn't help but notice Josh's hand firmly resting on Carly's ass as if this was now normal for them.
"I... I saw Carly and Josh as I came in today," I said after settling into my chair opposite Tracy. "They seem really happy." I knew it wasn't my business, but I'd been so intrigued by what I had observed the other day that I was desperate to pry any more information I could about them from Tracy.
"They are, their love is in full bloom now, the beginning of a new life together," Tracy answered with a broad smile. "But we didn't come here to discuss them, Abby. You wanted to talk about John, and from the way you were acting earlier, it sounds like it's serious."
"Yes, it is," I replied. "I'm not even sure where to begin."
"Why don't you start from where you left off before, after Daniel visited you during the night and the two of you made love."
"Yes... I... so many times while we were shipwrecked I'd imagined what it would be like to be reunited with John, but never in a million years would I have guessed that it would be the beginning of an extramarital affair. It may have started that first night, but Daniel was insatiable afterward, wanting to have sex any time John was out of the house, and sometimes even when John was home and we managed to find ourselves alone. Not that we didn't have a lot of sex on the island too; it was basically our favorite thing to do there, but this put even those days to shame. Daniel was out of control."
"There are many reasons I could provide to explain this, the most obvious being that Daniel feels threatened by John being back in your life, and this is his way of reassuring himself that you truly belong to him. However, I believe there is more to it than that, Abby. Having sex is special in the way it allows you to live in the moment, temporarily alleviating your fears and anxieties, much in the way that some people turn to alcohol or drugs. It creates a sensation, even if fleeting, that you are in your own world, free from the rest of society."
"Just like it was for Daniel and me on the island," I suggested.
"Exactly," Tracy replied. "But I want to know how you felt about what was happening."
"It's hard to say," I began, feeling uneasy. "As strange as it may sound, part of it was exciting, exhilarating, even."
"I take it you didn't turn Daniel down very often then?" Tracy asked, sounding just a bit smug.
"No, not at all," I answered. "It was chaotic, especially when we took risks. For instance, if John was working from his home office, Daniel and I would often be... you know... doing it in another part of the house. There was no stopping Daniel at night either; he was in my room almost every evening, and I couldn't deter him from wanting to use our bed anymore. I just made sure to change the linens every time afterward, in case John saw them the next morning. It was exhausting to keep up with him."
"But exciting too, Abby. You said so yourself."
"Yes," I admitted. "I'd feel so terrible afterward, consumed by guilt and even hating myself. John didn't deserve anything like this from me, or Daniel. But then the next day would always come, and I'd feel Daniel come up behind me at some point, kissing and licking my neck and ears, groping my breasts with his hands the way he knows I like it, and it didn't matter if John was in the next city or the next room. I could feel the heat radiating from Daniel's body, how horny he was, and it would make me horny too."
"Making love in my bed meant a great deal to me as well; otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of making it happen," I continued. "It was the same bed we'd bought when we got married, the one we shared as husband and wife all those years. The same one Daniel would sometimes climb into with us as a child, when he felt scared at night or lonely the next morning. Probably the same bed where he was conceived, if I have my dates right. And now I was welcoming Daniel into that bed again, except not as a child but as a man, a lover. After a few nights, I even began wearing sexy attire to bed... bras and panties, negligees, and g-strings, things I hadn't been able to do for Daniel on the island but that I quickly discovered turned him on immensely and brought me enormous pleasure to wear for him. The sex was incredible--wild and uninhibited at times, tender and soft with plenty of slow, sensual kissing at others, but always filled with passion. We couldn't get enough of each other."
"You sound so emotional talking about this Abby, so happy," Tracy remarked.
"I was... but it was only when we were having sex that I felt truly happy. The rest of the time I felt miserable. Either I was beating myself up inside for being unfaithful or I was futilely trying to mend my relationship with John."
"As husband and wife?" Tracy asked. "Is that what John was looking for?"
"Yes, but we were too far apart for anything like that to even begin properly. Nevertheless, it didn't stop John from making small efforts to turn it into reality. He repeatedly urged me to attend family counseling with him, but I firmly refused."
"Is that because you don't believe your marriage can be saved, Abby, or because you don't want to save it?" Tracy inquired.
"I'm not even sure how to answer that," I replied. "More than anything, I was afraid of being found out. I couldn't bear the thought of John knowing about what happened between Daniel and me on the island, much less that we'd continued it behind his back since getting home."
"What was John's relationship with Daniel like?" Tracy inquired.
"There wasn't much of one to speak of. Daniel could barely restrain his anger towards John, the hostile atmosphere between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I felt sorry for John; he genuinely wanted to reconnect with his son, but it became obvious very quickly that no such thing was possible. Once again, John pleaded with all of us to see a family counselor, but to no avail. He also blamed himself for Daniel's behavior, believing that it all stemmed from the shipwreck and Daniel blaming him for having abandoned us."
"That wasn't the real reason though, was it?" Tracy interjected.
"No, Daniel's anger towards his father was entirely about me, and only me. He knew that John was trying to patch together our marriage and that had sent Daniel into a rage. I have no doubt that this had a lot to do with him insisting he and I have sex in my marital bed either. It was a way of proving to himself, to me, that nothing would ever come between us, not even my marriage vows."
"Is Daniel right about that, Abby? Do you want to repair your marriage, or don't you?" Tracy asked.
"Part of me will always love John," I answered. "We were a happily married couple for years, but our love now feels like a distant memory. Like a lover from your past; they'll always hold a special place in your heart, even if you know that you can't be together anymore."
"And what now, Abby. What's next for you?" Tracy asked.
"John gave Daniel and me all the money he received from the lawsuit, saying he felt wrong taking any of it for himself. Daniel has made it clear that he wants to move out, and although I can tell that John is hurt by their fractured relationship, he's come to realize that Daniel moving out is for the best. Except Daniel isn't leaving, and John doesn't understand why."
"Because he wants you to go with him," Tracy reasoned.
"Yes, and I don't know how to tell him, or what to tell him."
"But John sent you to my office," Tracy said. "Clearly, he knows, or at least suspects, much more than you give him credit for."
"That's been the big change for me over the past few days. We've all been walking on eggshells since we returned home, unable to talk about this big secret we're carrying, but if John already knows the truth about Daniel and me, then maybe we can make the next step as painless as possible."
"Perhaps that's why John sent you to me in the first place," Tracy said. "It's the closest he could come to admitting that he knows."
"I... believe that now too," I replied. "In fact, last night... I told John that we needed some time apart and that I was moving out with Daniel. Daniel wants to relocate to the coast; he found a area near the sea and intends to open a small business chartering tourists around the local sites."
"Really, you didn't have any boats on the island. Is that something Daniel enjoys doing now?"
"He's developed a real passion for it since we got back home. It's been what he's been doing most of the time whenever he wasn't... you know..."
"Doing you?" Tracy added with a chuckle.
"Yeah," I replied with a shy smile.
"Anyway, John suggested a trial separation, but I think we both know what that means. I'm sure he'll wait for Daniel and I to get settled into our new place, and probably send the divorce papers sometime after."
"I'm sorry, Abby," Tracy said. "I'm saddened to see what was once a happy marriage come to an end this way, but that's just how life is sometimes."
"Thanks, and I know," I replied.
"I guess that's the end of our sessions then," Tracy concluded.
"There is one more thing, Tracy--something I haven't told you yet. I'm... late."
"What, are you serious?" Tracy asked in complete shock.
"The last time I had my period was back on the rescue ship that found us, so it clearly happened after we got home... probably in the same bed where Daniel was conceived, considering that we mostly did it there."
"I thought you couldn't conceive again?" Tracy asked. "Are you certain? Just because you're late doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant."
"Of course I'm sure, the home pregnancy test I used came back positive. I even tried another one just to be certain. As for not being able to get pregnant, the doctors never completely ruled it out, so there was always a small chance. Maybe I just needed to return home again for my body to want it to happen, who the hell knows?"
"Is that how you see it, Abby, that your body 'wanted' it to happen? What about you, what do you want?"
"I was terrified at first. With John still trying to salvage our marriage... and it's not as if we've been intimate... coupled with my hermit-like existence since we came back, and all the time Daniel and I spend together... even if he tried to deny it before, it would be pretty obvious to him now that Daniel is the father."
"And now? Have you told John, or Daniel?"
"You're the first person I've told, Tracy."
"You mentioned that you wanted to have another child, Abby. Do you still feel that way now?"
"Yes," I replied warmly. "I was so nervous when I first found out, practically in a panic, but that was all because of John. I knew he was doing everything he could to bring us back together, and that this news would shatter him. Even if I kept it a secret and ended the pregnancy... the idea of doing something like that behind his back, adding that deception onto all the others... it's just too much, Tracy."
"I understand," she said.
"But now, knowing that Daniel and I can leave and start our own life together, I'm excited to be pregnant. And I know he's going to be ecstatic when he finds out. We'll move to some small town on the coast that nobody's ever heard of, and live our lives in peace."
"It sounds like Daniel would like that," Tracy smiled. "Especially now that he's going to be a father."
"It'll be a dream come true for him, for both of us."
**
Several months later...
It's been some time since I last added to this journal, but I'm glad Tracy convinced me to start it. Being able to write down everything that's happened has been a therapeutic experience for me, a chance to gather all my thoughts in one place. Daniel and I found a pretty stretch of beachfront property and moved into a small yet charming cottage that's not far from where he launched his new charter company. It's doing reasonably well, but we have enough money that it doesn't really need to turn much of a profit. The most important thing is that it allows Daniel to engage with others, something he's understandably struggled with even more than I have since returning to civilization. It's a slow process, but he is making progress.
As for me, I'm now five months pregnant with our child, which we have recently found out will be a boy. All signs are that it will be a smooth pregnancy, and a healthy child. As I anticipated, I received the divorce papers from John a few weeks ago and signed them for him. I can only hope that he's been able to move forward with his life as I have with mine, and I wish him well.
The End!