The Island of I - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Mother!" I gasped, sitting straight up in my bed, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

Sunlight streamed through my open windows as I regained myself. The first thing that registered was my hand wrapped around my aching and erect penis, with my fingers and wrist coated in semen. My member was dark and angry, jutting through the fly of my pajamas. I slowly unwound my fingers and marveled at the amount of semen that covered my hand and rested in sticky clumps all around the crotch of my pajamas.

I moaned softly as memories of... was it really a dream that I had just had? Images of Mother's naked body raced through my mind, swiftly followed by the insane images of her being raped, or willingly fucked by some nightmarish creature who looked like me. The very thought sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. I wondered if I was going mad to be dreaming of such things. I heard the faint murmurs of voices below, and glanced at the clock beside my bed. I was surprised to see that it was nearly ten in the morning. I had overslept, but thankfully it was Sunday, and I owed Father no labor today.

Then I recalled Mother's sleepwalking last night, and had a sudden and urgent need to check on her. I swung my legs out of bed, wincing at my sore muscles. As I started to rise, I stopped in stunned amazement and stared at the knees of my pajamas. They were torn and dirty as if I had been kneeling on... a wooden floor, filthy with dust... like I might have encountered in... a secret passage behind my parents' bedroom.

"Oh, Lord!" I moaned. Had I had a nightmare, or had last night actually happened?

With my heart racing and my body trembling, I staggered to the shower. I ran it hot to sooth my aching body, and then icy cold to clear my head, which spun with confusion. I tried to sort dream from reality, and failed at the effort. In addition to whatever strangeness had occurred to me and mother, the images of Antonia and her son committing incest joined the bizarre thoughts already present in my mind.

It was with a heavy and confused heart that I emerged from my room. I went first to Mother's bedroom, where I found the door open and the room in perfect order, but empty. Both relieved and yet disappointed, I slowly made my way downstairs and heard laughter and talk coming from the kitchen. Cautiously, I emerged through the swinging doors.

Mother and Hector were sitting at the plain kitchen table, with a plate full of fruit in front of my mother and a heaping plate of eggs and bacon in front of Hector. Antonia was standing behind him, and all three had been talking -- only to stop at my arrival and smile at me.

"John. My sleepyhead, finally awakes!" Mother said laughingly as she rose from her seat.

I was struck by her cheerfulness. There was none of the almost ever present sadness in her face or demeanor. I was also struck by her casual appearance. Mother usually wore long, billowy dresses, but today was dressed more like a teenaged girl. She donned a pair of what I believe are called capris -- tight fitting slacks that tapered off at mid-ankle. With it, she was wearing one of my older blue chambray work shirts, knotted and tied just below her breasts, exposing the alabaster white of her stomach. Her hair had been pulled up and coiled into some sort of bun. Even without a sign of makeup, she looked more beautiful than a motion picture star at a premiere.

She took three strides to me and gave me a quick hug, pressing herself against me for a moment. The feel of her large breasts gave evidence that she was without a bra. She pecked me on the cheek and then began tugging me by the arm to come to the table.

"I was thinking I'd have to come up there and wake you up myself." She chortled, sitting me next to her.

Antonia added, "And I told her that you needed your rest." She leaning over me to set a plate laden with eggs and bacon before me. Her huge breast flattening against my arm as she moved in, lingering as she turned her head and smiled at me, "Young men need their rest, as they often exert themselves more than they realized."

I felt my face begin to burn as I detected a tone of amused accusation in her voice. Had she or her son noticed me peeping at their lovemaking the night before?

Mother urged me, "Dig in, John." She placed a hand on my arm, in a gesture of easy familiarity. "I know you and Hector plan to continue your work on the pool today. It's such a lovely day, I thought I might help!"

I stared at her in surprise, stunned by her offer, and still mulling over her change of demeanor. Although still a virgin, I had heard the comments, albeit mostly in the gym locker room made by boy-men who were virgins themselves, about the change in a woman that a good night's sex could induce. My dreams rose anew in my head, with Mother in the throes of a fantastical orgasm. I wondered if my dreams had basis in fact somehow.

Finally, I composed myself enough to say, "That's wonderful, Mother. Just, please don't overtax yourself."

Hector swallowed a mouthful of breakfast and gave Mother a smile that bordered on the lewd and said, "Yes, Missus Halloran. It will be our pleasure to have you with us."

Even in my state of advance shock, I could see Hector's eyes roaming lasciviously over Mother's shapely figure. While I wasn't surprised to feel a flame of jealousy in my heart, I was disconcerted to feel a sense of pride in his admiration of my mother.

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Soon enough we found ourselves at the bottom of the pool. All three of us worked hard at scrubbing the slime and crud from the walls of the pool, and our bodies grew hot and sweaty.

Hector and I had the luxury of doffing our shirts, allowing our now tanned upper bodies to gleam with perspiration. Mother resolutely soldiered on as my old work shirt darkened with sweat and molded itself to her body. Her nipples were nearly visible as they seemed to be constantly hard, outlined by the wet chambray. I could see the scratch marks on Hector's back, but Mother either didn't notice or chose not to comment on them.

As often as my own attention become distracted by the sight of Mother's shapely body bent over, her breasts swaying underneath her shirt, I also caught Hector's lusty gaze on her as well. Realizing that he had been discovered, he would grin and shrug his shoulders, and resume his own work. Part of me wanted to slug him, and part of me ached to be able to confer with him. I was curious about how he and his mother became lovers, and I wanted a confidant to discuss my own unnatural feelings with.

To complicate matters, Antonia, finished with her own chores. She showed up with an extra pail and bucket, and joined Mother in the beginnings of scrubbing clean the tiled floor of the pool. She came dressed in what appeared to be men's bermuda shorts, with the material tight around her full thighs, and what looked like a skin-tight wife-beater shirt that Clark Gable had made famous. The white cotton molded itself around her immense breasts, which seemed almost visible with her darker skin showing through the thin cotton.

For a moment, Mother looked taken aback at Antonia's risque appearance. She glanced at me with concern and perhaps a tinge of jealousy that seemed to be quickly dampened as I smiled back at her, trying to convey my love for her in my expression.

Mother joined Antonia, both kneeling on the pool floor and creating intentionally, or inadvertently, an erotic spectacle for their two young men. The two women pursued their work with a vengeance, scrubbing away with brushes. Their buttocks wiggled in the air and their breasts swung freely below, betraying the effort they were making.

I felt my penis harden quickly, throbbing uncomfortably in my stained and worn khakis. A quick glance at Hector confirmed that he too had grown erect at the sight of our mothers displayed so boldly before us.

I assumed Mother's display of her attributes to be an accident, but had my suspicions about Antonia who would often glance at her son with an air of what seemed to me to be absolute lust, sparing me similar looks from time to time. When Antonia looked at me with her dark eyes, I felt exposed, as if she was seeing me naked, both in body and in thought. Further, she conveyed somehow an air of approval in her dark glances.

Still, before the afternoon began to wane, we had made tremendous progress towards rehabilitating the pool. When Hector and I could tear our attentions away from our enchanting mothers, we discussed our intentions to devote some time to getting the water pump and the heaters operational again.

Overhearing our plans to get together after supper, Antonia stood, her breasts almost visible underneath the sweat-soaked cotton, and shook her head. "Not tonight, Hector. You've worked hard today, and you should relax a little."

She didn't say, 'relax a little with me,' but it was in her tone. At least that was my perception.

Mother climbed to her feet. "She's right." She smiled at me, her face shiny with beads of sweat clinging to her upper lip that looked so enticing, I ached to take her in my arms and lick it off her. "John, I was thinking of another long walk on the beach. Perhaps we can make a picnic of it." She glanced at Antonia, her face registering momentary disapproval at the woman's wanton appearance, but then asked, "Antonia, would you and Hector care to join us?"

The voluptuous woman shook her head and replied, "Thank you. Not tonight." She licked her lips and said, "Tonight, I think a long, hot bath is in order. And then just a quiet evening with my son."

Her answer was innocent enough, but to my mind, it was redolent with sexual promise and I felt my penis throb with her every word. Still, her frank sexuality vanished from my sight as Mother came up to me, and touched me on the shoulder.

She asked softly, "Are you up for another stroll, son?"

I trembled a little, the slightest touch of her fingers on my bare skin threatening to make me climax and I said in a whispery voice, "I'd love to, Mother."

She smiled with the pleased expression of a woman who knew she had what she wanted. "Lovely, get cleaned up and meet me in the kitchen in half an hour."

She strolled away from me up the rising floor of the pool, her buttocks swaying delightfully in her sweaty capris that clung tightly to her behind.

"Lovely, isn't she?" I heard Hector whisper from behind me.

As Mother vanished into the house, I turned to glare at him, but was surprised to see both he and his mother standing there. They both shared the appreciative and lusty smiles on their faces. Antonia had her arm through Hector's and was leaning into him, making her right breast seemed to burgeon almost beyond the thin shirt's capacity to restrain it.

"Your mother is a beautiful woman, John," Antonia said with a husky hiss. "You are a lucky son."

"Thank you," I replied hoarsely.

"Hector. Inside, my dear. Draw me a hot bath."

Hector grinned at me and gave me another sly wink, moving away from his mother quickly.

Antonia remained behind, studying me from behind a serious smile. "I am glad you heeded my words, John. You made your mother very happy." She stepped up closer to me.

Her huge breasts seemed to just brush my bare chest. My nostrils flared, picking up her scent, which was almost spicy, yet mixed with something that was purely feminine.

Hector's mother added, "I've never seen her as happy as she was today." She gave me a coy smile. "A good and loving son can be a wonderful curative for a lonely mother, no?" She reached out and slowly ran her fingers over my sweaty chest. "Be your mother's good and loving son, John. Make her happy." She finished her words just as her fingernails reached the waistband of my khakis. Antonia looked down below my waist and smiled as I blushed more knowing she could easily see my erection bulging there. "You can do that, can't you, John?"

I slowly nodded and replied in a raspy voice, "Yes, ma'am."

Antonia smiled and stood up on tip-toe, her massive breasts mashing into my chest as she kissed me on the cheek. "That's a good boy. Now get along, and go to your mother!"

She lowered herself to her heels, her breasts slowly dragging across my skin. Then she stepped back, her thick nipples visibly hard and pointed, and she walked to shallow end. I watched her move slowly and sensually up the sloped floor. The ugliness of her Bermuda shorts was vanquished by the way they clung to her backside.

After Hector's mother disappeared, I hurried myself, exiting the pool and slipping quietly up the stairs. I came to a complete stop outside my parents' door as I heard Mother singing brightly to herself. It brought a grin to my face. It had been a long time since Mother seemed happy enough to sing to herself.

The door was slightly open and I could see the bed inside. Before I could move on or look away, Mother walked by the foot of the bed, naked and holding a dress in front of her. I got a quick glimpse of her breasts from the side and of her long legs and her heart-shaped behind. 'Call it, her lovely ass,' Antonia's voice echoed through my head. I barely was able to keep myself from groaning.

I knew I should move on, and that it was wrong to peek at my mother so. But I was rooted to the spot, unable to look away, and anxious to get another glimpse of her. I was not bothered by the sudden thought that Hector would approve. He said there would be opportunities. Suddenly, I was rewarded, as Mother passed by the bed again, this time carrying only a pair of sandals. In her nakedness, she was beyond glorious. Her breasts swayed gently, so heavy and firm, and I could see the triangular patch of dark golden curls pointing downward, drawing attention to her fleshy labia.

Finally, when Mother had passed out of my line of sight again, I found the strength to move, hurrying to my room and my shower. I was torn between the need to masturbate, still savoring lascivious thoughts about Mother as I stroked my penis, and the realization that Mother was waiting for me. It was the prospect of being in her company again, that in the end forestalled my masturbation. I quickly showered, barely touching my erection before I tucked it uncomfortably in my shorts and dressed for my evening with my mother.

I found Mother in the kitchen, packing some fruit and cheese in a small wicker basket along with a small bottle of wine.

She looked up from her work and giggled at me. "I'm not sure you're legally old enough to drink, but it can be our little secret, son."

I smiled at my mother, her loveliness nearly taking my breath away. "For you, Mother, I can keep many secrets."

Mother had exchanged her usual long, billowy dresses for a shorter hemmed summer dress. It was a pale green color with thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders and a modest v-shaped neckline that somehow with its limited exposure of her cleavage seemed more erotic than if she'd gone topless. The hem of her dress rose just a few inches above her knees and allowed a constant view of her pale legs. Mother had tied her hair up into a french twist that hung over her left shoulder, giving her a more youngish appearance.

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The sun was already below the horizon as we made our way to the beach, walking through the sands at the edge of the surf, as we journeyed away from the house. Mother playfully splashed her feet in the little pools and puddles, and became more relaxed and care-free as we drew further away. Sometimes we held hands silently as we walked, other times, Mother would teasingly skip away from me. She let herself get splashed by the gentle waves rolling in, until her dress was finely damp.

With lewd curiosity, I waited to see what would happen when her light green dress grew wet, but quickly discovered that it would not grow transparent. However, it did mold itself more precisely against her skin, revealing to me that like earlier today, Mother was without a bra. The cooling water hardened her nipples to stand out against the wet, now dark green fabric. The swollen nubs were hard not to look at, and I think even Mother was aware of how they stood out, glancing down from time to time. But she did not seem to care, and her mood was much brighter than it had been for some time.

We were on the far side of the island when the moon began to slowly rise, looking fatter and more swollen than the night before. We paused then, spreading out a light blanket on the sand to have our picnic. We didn't speak much as Mother brought out the food and the wine.

She laughed, "I forgot the glasses!"

No matter, as we took turns drinking from the bottle itself. It was some dark wine, strong and sweet to my tongue. I enjoyed watching Mother drink. She seemed so erotic as she put the bottle to her lips and took a sip and always afterwards, slowly licked her lips, glancing at me with hooded eyes.

At one point, Mother said, "Son, are there any strawberries left?"

I glanced into the now mostly empty basket and came up with two large, ripe berries. I sat one down on her napkin and impulsively held the other one out, raising one eyebrow in query. Mother cheered, but her voice faded away as I slowly brought the strawberry to her mouth. Her eyes were wide with something I didn't recognize as I brushed the tip of the strawberry to her lips.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly opened her lips and wrapped them around the strawberry. She sucked it into her mouth without biting, until my fingertips were touching her lips. Then she slowly bit into the fruit, taking all but the leafy end, and I trembled as I felt the slightest push of her tongue against my fingers as she left me holding the stem. I became suddenly aware of my penis stiffening angrily in my pants, already erect, but now dangerously close to climax from this innocent and yet sensual encounter.

A playful look grew on Mother's face as she picked up the other strawberry and held it close to her mouth. The tip of her tongue came out and licked the ripe, red berry and then she began to open her mouth wide, but then paused and held it out to me, bringing it to my lips. She smiled at me inquiringly.

I wanted to scream, 'Yes, I want it!' suddenly overwhelmed to touch and taste anything that had touched her tongue.

I opened my mouth and Mother brought the fruit closer, only to pull it away as my lips closed around it. She giggled, the lusty timbre of her voice making my erection pound all the harder, before again placing the fruit in my mouth and allowing me to bite half of it. She took the remainder and returned it to her own lips where she licked it subtly with her tongue and then popped it into her mouth.

We both laughed like naughty children, our hands somehow finding each other. We silently watched the moon rise higher over the ocean for a while.

Mother said softly, "I'd like to walk a little more. Let's leave the basket and blanket and pick them up on our way back."

We left the detritus of our picnic behind and slowly walked further down the beach. Mother slipped her arm around my waist as we walked slowly through the surf.

We didn't get far before Mother stumbled, and I caught her before she fell. One of my hands was around her waist and the other found a handful of her breast as I pulled her back up. Both of us gasped, and Mother sighed softly as I let my fingers slide free. Then she leaned into me, her breasts pillowing against my chest. She looked up at me with a mixture of confusion, and what I saw as desire

Smiling, she said, "Maybe I had a little too much wine."

"That's okay, Mother." I gestured back up the beach, away from the surf. "We can sit awhile, watch the Moon over the water."

Mother nodded and with her arms around my waist, allowed me to walk us away from the water's edge. At a safe distance, I quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt to lay it down for Mother to sit on. I held her hand and helped her to sink to her knees and turn around to sit. She looked up at me with large eyes, reminding me more than a little of Antonia and Hector last night. In the brilliant illumination of the Moon, I had little doubt that my erection stood out plainly against my pants. I dropped to my knees and moved behind her so that she could lay back between my outstretched legs as she had done last night.

Mother sighed happily as she wiggled herself into a comfortable position. Her modestly covered bottom rubbed wonderfully against my crotch. As she had done the night before, Mother drew my arms around her upper chest and leaned back into me.

As she rested her head on my shoulder, she said softly, "I like this, son." She picked up my right hand and kissed my palm, and then returned it to a place just above the swell of her left breast.

With a hoarse whisper, I replied, "I like this too, Mother." I punctuated my statement by planting a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder.

We stayed like that or some time, silently watched the moon rise. The glowing reflection of the full moon lengthened out from the horizon to the shore.

Mother said with a bit of wistfulness. "I'd forgotten how much I loved this."

"You used to do this with Father?" I replied softly.

Mother hesitated for a moment and said, "He wasn't always like he is now. When we met back in college, he had his playful, romantic side." She sighed again. "We'd walk on the beaches and watch the moon, sometimes staying out all night, making love as the sun rose."

Her voice faded out and she was silent for some minutes before saying softly, "I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to say such things and embarrass you. Not something I should be telling my son."

I brushed my lips on the outer shell of her ear and whispered, "I'm not embarrassed, Mother. It makes me happy to know that once you were so very happy." I paused, licking my dry lips before adding, "I would love to see you that happy again." I felt my heart beat as I wondered if she would understand what I truly meant.

Mother sighed and shook her head. "You're a good son to say so, but I fear your father is past such things now. He considers that a bygone courtship of our youth."

"Father is a fool," I responded, my voice harsher than I wanted it to sound. "A husband should consider his wife to be his most important priority. Not a pile of smelly, old books."

Mother laughed in response and I am sure I detected both amusement and bitterness in her voice. "My son, some day you will make a lucky woman a wonderful husband."

She took hold of my right hand and again gave me a gentle kiss on my palm. When she put my hand back down again, this time it rested plainly on the upper swell of her breast, partly covered by her dress and partly exposed, allowing me to feel the softness of her bosom. I wondered if I should discreetly withdraw my hand, but Mother solved that question by resting her hand atop mine.

A long period of silence was interrupted when Mother said in an odd voice. "Do you think Antonia is attractive?"

I opened my mouth, but could not think of a reply. I laughed uncomfortably and finally muttered, "Antonia is Antonia. She certainly has attributes."

Mother snorted, "She has big breasts, you mean?"

"They certainly... stand out," I replied, wincing at the lameness of my answer.

"I saw you glancing at her today," Mother said frostily.

"Um, it was rather hard not to, Mother. I am a man after all." I hesitated, but then went ahead and blurted out, "And I'm sure Hector was looking at you just as much as I looked at Antonia. It made me very jealous."

Mother barked out a laugh, her hand on mine rising to cover her mouth. "Good Lord. Do you really think so? No, don't answer that. John, do you think Antonia is beautiful?"

I chose my words carefully and replied, "I think Antonia is an attractive woman, yes. But she is not beautiful. Not like you are."

Mother chuckled lowly and I knew she was pleased. "Do you really... think I'm beautiful?"

"Oh yes, Mother. You are the most beautiful woman I know of." I took a chance and again kissed her softly on the shoulder before adding, "Father is so lucky. Damn the fool for not seeing that."

I expected a mild to harsh rebuke for condemning Father so. But for once, Mother did not make apologies for her husband, and instead whispered in a teary voice, "Thank you, John. I think I needed to hear that." There was a pause and she added almost too soft to hear, "It's been too long since I heard such compliments."

I kissed her again on the shoulder and then bravely on the nape of her neck, making her shudder slightly. "Then I will remind you of how beautiful you are on a daily basis from now on. Hourly, if you prefer."

Mother sighed and wiggled slightly against me again, searching for a more comfortable position or perhaps seeking to better ascertain the physical response I was having in her being in my embrace.

"You are a truly wonderful son," she said and again lifted my hand up.

Mother planted a soft kiss on each of my fingertips before kissing my palm again. My heart then gave a lurch as Mother took my hand and planted it firmly over her breast. My thumb and forefinger lay on the naked swell of her breast while the rest of my hand cupped the rounded globe underneath her dress, my palm against her very hard nipple. Mother then compounded the action by placing her hand atop mine to keep it in place.

Silence reined again, punctuated only briefly by Mother's infrequent sighs and my needful gasps of breath. My cock seemed to throb in rhythm with her heart, which I could feel pounding in her chest. The birds and other nightlife seemed to fade away and we were alone, accompanied only by the gentle wash of the surf for music. I could feel the sweat running down my back, triggered by the humid air, and nervousness, as I wandered what to do next. I cursed my awkwardness, thinking that Mike Hammer would know what to do. Or even Hector.

I wondered if Mother truly knew what she was doing? Even if she did, where was the limit to my possible actions here. I continued to periodically kiss Mother's soft shoulder and the nape of her neck, all which made her sigh happily. Finally I worked up the courage, as I was kissing her neck, to slowly squeeze my fingers around her breast and very slowly, work my hand in a circle, gently massaging her breast.

As my palm slowly moved over her clothed nipple, I could feel it swell even larger and Mother let out a very low, but happy purr. Her hand atop mine did nothing to stop me from caressing her breast and even seemed to tighten a little around my hand to keep it from suddenly flying off.

Suddenly, I was aware that Mother was beginning to perspire in the heat as well. Her dress was completely dry now, except for her back where it rested against me. Her legs slowly shifted in the sand and she raised her knees, allowing the hem of her dress to slide back towards her crotch, before digging her heels into the sand and straightening her legs, plowing furrows in the sand. I kissed her neck, and saw a large rivulet of sweat slowly sliding down her neck. I reached out my tongue and licked salty droplet from her skin.

I could feel Mother's heartbeat more strongly, paced by her pulse, as blood pumped into her nipple while I continued to slowly work my hand on her breast. I carefully planted a series of soft kisses down her neck, to the thin strap of the dress on her shoulder, where I was able to look down at her chest.

I marveled that I could see my hand moving in a slow circular fashion against her breast. As she drew her knees up, I could see the smooth, pale flesh of her inner thighs where the hem of her dress had fallen back to her hips and belly. I was surprised to also see Mother's free hand rubbing the inside of her leg, drawing closer to her crotch, where her tight white panties were revealed. In that almost magical moonlight, I spied the middle of her gusset had a dark spot! Mother's vagina was wet. She was aroused!

In my excitement, my hand covering Mother's breast squeezed almost involuntarily, fingers digging into her soft flesh, separated only by the thin cotton of her dress.

Mother let out a moan, and then a gasp with surprise, pleasure and shock in the vocalization. Her body jerked and she sat up suddenly, breaking our embrace. With awkward swiftness, Mother scrambled to her feet. Her hands went to her face, and her mouth hung open in an expression of amazement and dismay.

I quickly moved to my knees, asking hoarsely, "Mother, are you alright?"

Mother looked down at me, her mouth moving for several seconds, but with nothing coming out. She spun and faced the moonlit ocean, wrapping her arms around herself as if suddenly chilled.

I rose to my feet and went to her, carefully placing my hands on her shoulders. "Mother, is something wrong?" My heart was pounding with fear as I wondered if I had done something terribly wrong.

Long, agonizing seconds passed before Mother shook her head and turned and smiled wanly up at me. She said, "Nothing's wrong. It's just getting late. We should get back home."

I knew I had to say something. My heart was breaking as I realized that the romantic moment was now over, lost and irretrievable. "Mother...I..."

Mother raised her hand, the same one that had just held my hand to her breast, and touched her fingers to my lips. "I'm fine, son. Nothing is wrong. But we need to get back. It's late."

I nodded and fetched my shirt, snapping it in the air to free any sand before I put it back on. We began walking again, in silence. Feelings of sadness and regret were only ameliorated when Mother slipped an arm around my waist and allowed me to wrap my arm around her shoulder.

We took our time, silently strolling back along the edge of the surf, pausing only to pick up our picnic basket. Not a word passed between us along the way.

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Upon arriving at the house, I walked her up the stairs to the door of hers and Father's bedroom. We stared at each other for several seconds, an aura of awkwardness and embarrassment thick between us.

Mother quickly breached the silence, saying softly, "I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed our walk, son."

I shook my head and responded, "Not nearly as much as I did, Mother. I only..."

Again, Mother put her fingers to my lips to silence me as she slowly shook her head and said, "I know." She smiled at me and added in a tender voice. "I love you so much, John."

Then before I could reply, Mother leaned into me, her breasts flattening against my chest as she rose up and kissed me on the lips, chaste and yet passionate. Her closed lips pressed urgently against mine for seconds that were far longer than what one would consider appropriate between a mother and son. I was entranced, wanting the kiss to never end. By the time I realized it had, Mother entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaving me standing there, lost and forlorn like an abandoned puppy.

Reaching out and touching the door with my fingers, I whispered, "I love you too, Mother. More than anything."

I retreated to my room, and as the night before, considered masturbating. But I found myself too restless to stay in my room, even though the evening grew late.

Venturing to the kitchen, I looked for a snack that would sate the hunger gnawing at my belly. I found nothing appetizing, knowing full well that it was not food I desired.

I stepped out onto the back porch, my eyes seeking out in the moonlit night, the path that led into the woods -- the path I had taken that had led to my discovery of Antonia's and Hector's incestuous relationship. Part of me was sorely tempted to journey out there again in the hopes of spying on them once more. But I recalled that Hector's mother had intimated that they were staying in for the night.

Slowly, I retreated back into the kitchen and for long minutes stared down the hallway that led to the servant quarters. My imagination was running wild, wondering if at this very moment, Antonia and her son were locked in carnal congress... making love... nay, fucking like animals in heat. Part of me wanted to slip into their private quarters and spy on them. But I was not ready to yield to such base and venal desires. At last, I pulled my attention from them and made my way back up the stairs.

Standing in the hallway of our quarters, I looked to the closed door of Father's office, wondering what ancient lore he might be lost in. I glanced at my parents' closed bedroom door and felt my penis throb as I imagined Mother in some erotic lingerie or stark naked, lying like a goddess upon her bed. My erection began to throb and grow again, and I began walking down the hall to my bedroom, to see if I could masturbate or sleep.

I came to a halt between two aged portraits. They were severe paintings of a former master of the house, and his spinster daughter.

Between the portraits, I had already discovered that there was an access portal to an old passage between the upper floor and the servant's quarters. Undoubtedly placed there so servants could move unseen by their so-called betters as they went up and down on their many errands. I'm not sure how long I stood there debating my next action, and I don't remember retrieving a small flashlight from my room, but suddenly I found myself inside the secret corridor, cautiously and quietly descending a narrow, spiral staircase of cast iron.

On the first floor, the passage opened into another narrow corridor. Here and there, light shone through slight cracks in the walls. It suddenly struck me how similar it resembled the secret place from which I had spied on Mother in my dreams last night. I wasn't sure of my direction, but turned right on instinct, and moved carefully along.

I paused in front of a section of wall that had a slide mechanism similar to the one in my dream. Extinguishing my torch, I raised my hand to quietly work it, somehow knowing what I would see.

Peering through the peephole, I was shocked to see Antonia staring back at me, only three feet away. Stifling a gasp, I quickly shut the peephole and jerked back. I nearly slammed into the dusty, cobweb-covered wall behind me before I recovered. I calmed myself, summoning all my nerve to peer again.

I slid the peephole open and was looking directly at Antonia's face three feet away from me. It was apparent that she did not see me. Indeed, I doubted she could see at all, so glazed with lust and pleasure were her eyes.

As I took in the surroundings, everything became clear. Antonia was on her hands and knees on a large brass bed and facing the wall from which I was peeking. She was naked, and her massively pendulous breasts swung wildly as Hector humped against her from behind. A multitude of burning candles were scattered about, illuminating the bedroom to create an atmosphere akin to that of a church or temple.

In the glow of that near sacred light, I could see Antonia's olive skin was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. I wondered how long Hector and his mother had been carnally engaged.

Gradually, I became aware of Antonia making a low moaning sound. It was a continuous noise of pure, unrelenting pleasure of the lewdest kind. Simultaneously, I became aware of the scent of their sex, a mingling of her arousal and his seed. 'Call it the smell of fucking,' my mother's voice whispered inside my head.

I began to perceive other sounds. Hector's gasped harshly for breath as he labored to pleasure his mother. His sweating face was twisted in a rictus of incestuous delight. And then there was the sound of their bodies slapping together, sharp and constant, accompanied by the noise of wetness. In my mind's eye, I could picture the union of his cock and her pussy, his length filling her wet and hungry womanhood as they became one, producing such ecstasy that I could only dream of.

My hand freed my erect penis from my pants and began to furiously stroke. I was aching for the release that I had denied, or been denied, all evening long. I was filled with jealousy of Hector and his mother, envious of the incestuous relationship they shared, and I realized that I wanted with my mother in the same way.

As I masturbated, I imagined myself next to Hector, with my mother on her hands and knees before me, shoulder to shoulder with Antonia in the bed. I could see Mother's pale buttocks raised in sweet offering to me, and I would be thrusting my erection deep into her. I would be relishing each savage thrust, as her hot pussy clutched my hard cock. I could clearly see Mother looking over her shoulder at me, her face expressing happiness and pleasure, and her eyes glowing with love for her son and what he was doing for her.

As I felt my orgasm racing closer, I imagined Mother and Antonia looking at each other, giving each other a smile of understanding that only mother's who were the lovers of their sons, could comprehend. They each moved a hand towards the other as their moans rose in intensity, fingers intertwining as incestuous ecstasy consumed them. Their heads moved closer together, lips parting as if anticipating a kiss, as their sons fucked them harder and harder.

"Matre tiambo un umano un estasium victre diablas!"

My incestuous fantasy was broken as Antonia began to scream nonsense words in the throes of her orgasm. Her eyes were now wide and unseeing in pure ecstasy. Her orgasm seemed to manifest in waves of pure energy that radiated outward, washing over me, allowing me somehow to tap into their lusty pleasure.

"Matre tiambo un umano un estasium victre diablas!"

As she chanted the strange words over and over, my own pleasure became more than I could bear. With a mostly strangled grunt, I began to climax, ejaculating strands of semen into my hand and against the wall. I almost collapsed to my knees from the intensity of my pleasure.

Hector growled loudly, and with one last thrust, he buried his cock inside his mother and began to fill her with his seed. His mouth hung open as his hips jerked several times.

The sensation of her son's hot semen filling her pussy sent Antonia over the edge again. Her chanting disintegrated into cries and sobs of pure carnal bliss. She threw her head back and sneered, howling as she orgasmed with animalistic intensity.

My own climax brought me to tears as my desires momentarily overwhelmed me. I struggled to understand the incestuous desires that had so recently come to dominate my world. I wiped my hand clean of my semen and then wiped tears from my momentarily blinded eyes. When I had composed myself, I again peered through the peephole. I felt my momentarily sated penis twitch as I saw a scene of incestuous lust.

Antonia had managed to turn around and lay curled on her side, knees and shins against her son's sprawled body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. Her lips were wrapped around the end of Hector's semi-erect cock, cheeks sunken as sucked and squeezed his shaft with one hand, collecting the last of his seed. Then she released the swollen head of his cock and began licking down his penis, cleaning their mingled leavings.

Antonia's body still quivered in the aftershock of her orgasms. I knew this, because her legs were drawn up, affording me a perfect view of her rear and crotch. Her labia were swollen and widespread, with copious amounts of semen frosting her reddened wet flesh, and oozing from her pussy each time her muscles convulsed. I could see her face from profile, hair and skin still gleaming with perspiration. I could see her glancing lovingly up at her son's face.

As I had felt the night before, I suddenly and keenly felt like I was intruding upon their intimacy. Quietly, I withdrew, creeping away somewhat shamefacedly.

I tried to control my emotions as I returned up the narrow staircase and emerged from the secret entrance into the upstairs hallway. Sighing with exhaustion and relief, I rushed to my room. Locking the door, I flung myself down onto my bed, sobbing as I released all the pent up emotions that seemed to be welling up inside myself. It shames me somewhat to confess that as an eighteen year old man, I cried myself to sleep, both praying for and fearing what dreams might come in the night.

Continued in Chapter 3

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