The Island of I - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The next morning, the rain abated just as the sun rose above the ocean horizon.

It was with some relief that I was able to walk through the sodden earth alongside Hector to resume our work clearing the brush. After days of bottled up frustration, I attacked the heavy foliage with a vengeance. Hector working silently alongside me, sensing my tense state and letting me take out my frustration on the thick plant growth.

We worked hard and quickly, and the sun had reached its zenith when my machete glanced off rock. With a bit of surprise, I realized we had reached Father's suspected altar. We spent less than an hour clearing it of the clinging vines and undergrowth, revealing a rectangular stone work.

The singular stone was clearly carved by someone, and differed from the surrounding slabs. This stone was comprised of an odd obsidian-like flat surface. It emerged perhaps four feet from the ground, and was about four feet wide and seven feet in length. Round holes were bored into the rock at each of the four corners. The holes were diagonal and empty, emerging on the sides near the corners. On one end there were two raised sections that looked like smooth-topped pillars, both the same height of maybe a foot tall, with two feet of space between them.

The surface of the altar was covered in runes, similar to those drawn on the chalkboards in Father's office or the many pieces of paper. Most of them appeared Nordic, but others very different and somehow disturbing. They appeared almost writhing, despite being chiseled in stone.

I finished plucking various tendrils of thorny vines from around the altar while Hector went to the house to retrieve Father.

I watched with dour amusement as Father practically ran from the house to see what we had uncovered. Then I observed him with some concern as he cooed over our discovery.  His hands traced over the runes as he mumbled to himself, sometimes laughing quietly like a man amused by some secret.

He caressed the raised end of the altar, leaning between them and nodding to himself as he muttered, "So obvious, and allowing for better penetration."

Then Father turned and clapped us both on the back. "Absolutely marvelous, lads!" He was jovial, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and hugging me. His face was lit with happiness, and I thought him close to tears. "A lifetime of work, John. Finally coming to fruition." He gazed up at the sky as if he could see the stars beyond the sun's illumination. "Tonight, I think... will be perfect for the ceremony."

He clapped me on the back again and instructed, "Take the rest of the day off, son. Go swimming or something." He turned to Hector and put his arm around my friend's shoulders, leading him away. "There is much to do, my boy. Much to do."

I wandered down to the beach, walking idly along the edge of the surf. I was thinking of Mother, and how we had shared so much, and now I missed her mere presence. As I walked, a glint of something sparkled off the sun half buried in the sand. I reached down and pulled it out, discovering it was the jeweled comb last night. I fell to my knees with a moan, tears now running down my face as I recalled Mother's face... her expressions of love and desire as we had held each other and yes, touched each other as lovers in the soft light of the full moon. I confess that I wept, both for what we had shared and for all that was yet left undone.

I sat there in the sand, mourning for dashed hopes and dreams until the sun was getting lower in the sky. 

I listlessly began my way back to the house and saw Antonia emerge from the kitchen. She called my name as I entered the yard.

Hector's mother looked somewhat grim and foreboding as she looked at me, her eyes dark and unreadable and said, "Time for dinner, John."

I nodded forlornly and climbed the steps.

As I passed, she reached out and clamped a hand around my wrist. "Your mother has come down for dinner, John." As hope suddenly swelled in my breast, she crushed it by quickly adding. "She comes at your father's insistence. He is celebrating in anticipation of a ceremony tonight."

"I understand," I muttered, and I prepared to move on, but still Antonia held me in place.

"Do not despair, John. Your mother loves you as much as you love her. She desires you as much as you desire her." She tightened her grip on my arm and made sure I was looking into her eyes as she quietly and seriously intoned, "No matter what happens, never forget your love for her. It is the love that you share that will make you both strong. Your shared love will protect you both." Only then, did she let me go.

Antonia turned and walked inside, with me following behind her. I was a bit mystified at her words, sensing that they were meant to be something more than mere encouragement.

Inside, I found the dining room set up for a celebration. My nostrils were filled with the heavenly scent of the many foods perfectly prepared. Father stood at the far end of the table, Mother at the other end. She looked lovely, but reserved, with dark circles around her eyes, looking at me as I entered with something akin to both fear and longing. Father beckoned me to a chair beside her.

I gave Mother a chaste kiss on an offered cheek as I slipped by her to sit down. She was dressed most conservatively, in a dress of purest white, with a puritan-like high collar. Somehow, attempting to conceal her delightful attributes made her all the more desirable. I had a keen urge to tug down the collar and kiss the back of her neck, below her pinned up hair.

Then I suddenly realized that Hector and his mother had joined us, sitting opposite of Mother and myself. They smiled at us, and I felt Mother stiffen beside me, and knew that if I glanced at her, her face would be a bright red as she recalled witnessing their incestuous appetites just days before. I ached to comfort her, and hold her hand, knowing that my touch would be able to convey my love for her.

Father rose from his seat, beaming at us all. "At last, loved ones and friends, we come to the end of the journey," he began, his voice full of smug good will. "I have spent most of my adult life tracking down the truth behind the story of William Isprey, separating myth from truth, discovering what truly happened on this island in 987 A.D." He lifted his glass, filled with a dark wine. "But first, a toast in celebration of my... rather... Our triumph!"

We all lifted our glasses and toasted Father, as he drank deep from his glass. It was a rich, heady wine with a slightly bitter aftertaste. I had rarely drank wine in my eighteen years, and I cared not for this one. Father sat his wineglass down with a satisfied sigh and took a deep breath. But he did not sit down.

I shifted in my chair, sighing a little as I anticipated hearing yet another history lesson of Isprey Island. In a way, I was correct, but at the same time, I listened as my father droned.

"Before our world had cooled from its creation, came the Others," Father said solemnly. "Beings of unimaginable power. They were highly evolved, beyond anything that has came to exist since. The Others ruled for untold eons and were humankind's earliest masters. In time, a few humans came to understand some of the Others powers and threw off their yokes. Humans banished most of the Others to outside our universe, where they dwell even unto today, always seeking a way to return."

Father paused and smiled at us all. "Not all the Others were banished. Some were imprisoned. Their existence was tied to certain locations in the world, only capable of freedom if certain rites were performed. For their freedom, these Others promised unlimited power. This island is one such location. Isprey's Island is the prison for the Other name Ithinq'val Hamg."

Antonia hissed and whispered, "Speak not evil's name."

Father ignored her and continued. "William Isprey spent his life in search of a way to free the Other imprisoned here. When he thought he was ready, he came to this island, accompanied by a dozen fierce viking warriors and a member of Antonia's race... one of the Jahndi. He attempted the summoning, having prepared the ritual site that you fine lads have worked so hard to uncover. He believed he had found the proper way to release Ithinq'val Hamg." Father chuckled. "Of course, he did not, and lost his life, rather than becoming the most powerful man alive."

Father turned to face Mother and myself as he continued. "I am sorry to have sacrificed so much of the time we have had together as a family. But my research into how Isprey failed was not time wasted. I know why he failed, and I will not make the same mistake he did."

In a subdued voice, Mother replied, "You actually mean to attempt this summoning? You actually believe you can free this Other and gain great power, Thomas? My god, is this island making us all insane?'

"I am not insane!" Father nearly shouted back at her.

Mother flinched.

I started to rise to her defense, but Father pressed on. "All my life I have been laughed at, and mocked for my work. No more! I will make my colleagues crawl on their knees before me. I know that Isprey was not a myth. I know why he failed, and how I will triumph over him!" He looked at us then, his son and wife.

For the first time, I truly did see that he was mad.

Father stared at us with eyes that had gazed into the abyss too long. He confirmed it by saying, "I will triumph, and you two are the key! I have traveled the globe, seeking out the proper ritual of the summoning." He turned and grinned at Hector. "Some of it I found with the aid of your father, lad. It took decades, but I know why Isprey failed."

He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a tattered piece of papyrus covered with hieroglyphics. "I found this in Alexandria two years ago. It comes from the time of Ramses II. His chief demonologist understood how to unleash the Others. The summoning demands an unholy sacrifice. Isprey didn't delve deep enough into the Other's perception of unholy. He didn't understand what it truly encompassed."

Father laughed again, almost giggling with glee as we all sat there in stunned silence. "Isprey sacrificed an innocent child he'd bought from the Moors of Northern Africa, thinking that such a terrible act was unholy. But he failed to perceive that what the Others view as unholy, was love itself. The more intimate and perfect the love, the more unholy to them. And what is the ultimate, most intimate love?"

He paused and stared at all of us for a long, tantalizing minute. "The love that a mother and her son share! Incest was a concept that For'ishk, Wizard of Ramses, and the ancient Egyptians were more than passing familiar with!" Father smiled affectionately at Mother and me. "And the most unholy moment of all, is the first time that a mother and her son have sexual congress!"

Mother stared at Father for a long moment. Her face paled as the implications of his words sank in. She turned to look at me, both horror and guilt on her face, and perhaps it was my imagination, but there was a little yearning in her eyes as well. Maybe it was Father's mad idea that would give her an opportunity to explore the feelings she had come to have for me.

Mother rose from the table and faced Father again, shouting, "This is madness, Thomas and I'll have nothing to do with it. To even suggest that John and I could...."

She stopped speaking and almost seemed to stagger as she stepped away from the table. "We will leave this damned place as soon as the next ship arrives."

Father laughed and shook his head. "No, darling. I regret that you and John are the price for what must be done. But mayhap when I have the powers of the Other, I will deliver you off the island, if the Other hasn't consumed your souls."

I stood up, the implication of his words very clear. "You'll do nothing to Mother!" I snarled, my heart beating in my chest even as a clammy sweat broke out on my face.

Father laughed at me mockingly. "Ah, son. Always there to protect his mother." He shook a finger at me. "I am not an absent minded fool. I know how you feel about her, and I know she harbors desires for you as well. It is destiny, don't you see? Destiny that you both shall serve my purpose."

He glanced at Antonia and Hector, both sitting silently with a slight frown on their faces, and both blushing with embarrassment. "I made sure that Carmen and John had an example to aspire to. Even if you hadn't harbored any such feelings for your mother, I was sure that the presence of the Jahndi would steer you to it. Incest runs deep in their blood."

Mother gasped, "I'm leaving," She turned to flee the room, but halted and looked at me. Sweat ran down her face and she whispered, "I love you John." She suddenly fainted, collapsing into a heap on the floor.

"Mother!" I rushed to her, only to be overwhelmed by dizziness, and I began to stumble. I fell to my knees, not feeling any of the pain of impact. I reached out to my mother as I crumpled. My last memory was my hand just brushing hers before all became blackness.

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Antonia's voice was soft and warm, "Never lose faith in the love you share with your mother, John. The love you two share will protect you." Her words echoed through the darkness that was my existence.

Her words offered me a lifeline, a tether back to consciousness. In the absence of visual data, my mind created for me a raft of infinite warmth and softness to ride back to awareness. A variety of sensations rippled through me. There was soft, pillow-like comfort, and then radiant heat, wet and hairy. "Your love for your mother is your anchor to life. Never surrender it. Never let your mother go!"

Again, Antonia's voice seemed so close, I thought I could feel her lips brushing my ear. Beyond her strange, soothing voice, I began to hear other noise. There was the rumble of thunder, alternating with a steady drumbeat. A voice was speaking something ancient or alien, with a wrongness in each strangely phrased syllable. Then I heard a murmuring moan that I instantly recognized was coming from my mother.

I was suddenly awake, but found myself immobile. A warm, wet wind blew over me and I perceived that I was naked and I was resting on a bed of incredible softness. Then I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Mother's brilliant blue irises, her eyes wide with panic and confusion. With sudden clarity, I realized that I lying on top of my mother, and she was as naked as I.

"Mother!" I gasped, and tried to push myself up. But I found myself strapped into place, immobile and unable to move.

"John? What's happening?" Mother gasped, struggling under me.

I was unable to answer as I gazed wildly about. Looking above Mother's head, I saw that my arms were stretched over her shoulders, and my wrists were tied with silk ropes that ran through holes at the corners of what I suddenly recognized as the altar Hector and I had uncovered earlier in the day. Mother's arms were around my back and I surmised that they were bound into place as well. My ankles were strapped down at the other end of the altar.

It was painful to turn my head, but I confirmed that I lay atop my naked mother. Her legs were spread to either side and lifted up by the two smooth-topped pillars positioned under her knees. Then Mother's struggles drew my attention to her body beneath mine. Her large breasts were flattened under my chest and I could feel her rigid, long nipples against my skin. Our naked bellies were pressed together and I could feel Mother's pubic hair against my own. My penis, quite erect and throbbing, was nestled against her labia. And Mother's sex was hot and sodden.

Suddenly, Father's face loomed up close, a maniacal and eager grin etched there as he said, "Apologies for any discomfort. I'm sure it won't last long. And if you cooperate, the end will be quite enjoyable. I have been told that there is nothing quite like the pleasure a mother and son can derive from sex."

"Son of a bitch," I hissed. "I'll kill you!" I struggled vainly to raise my head high enough to snap at him, wishing for little more than the opportunity to tear out his throat.

Father leaned back and laughed. "No, you will not, John. I am on the threshold of becoming a God on Earth. And soon you will be just a faded memory."

He paced off and I saw that he was wearing a robe covered with bizarre runes. I looked around wildly. Hector knelt beyond Father, steadily pounding out a beat on an odd, triangular drum. As near as I could tell, Hector was naked.

I felt fingers slowly tracing their way down my back, and I turned to see Antonia standing beside us. She too was naked, wearing only her pendant hanging between her enormous breasts. She looked down at me, her face tense, but smiling. She leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue caressed my lips briefly before she turned and kissed Mother. I found the display disturbing, yet arousing, making my cock throb between Mother's labia.

Antonia whispered, "Forgive me for the deceptions I have done. But remember what I have said, John. Love your mother with all your might and whatever may come, do not let her out of your embrace."

"I trusted you!" I sobbed, tears suddenly running down my face. "You and Hector made me think those things. You made me think unnatural thoughts about my mother!"

Antonia stroked my face, brushing tears off my cheeks. "I have done wrong to you, John. But your thoughts, and your desire for your mother was born of your own making." She looked at both of us with tender love and added, "This love you two were destined to share, would have been realized eventually. I have seen the truth of your lives."

Mother sobbed, "Oh, Antonia. Please don't let Thomas do this. Free us, please. Save us, Antonia!"

Her struggles beneath me availed no profit except to arouse my already turgid penis. Mother's pussy was hot and wet, and her velvet flesh slick with her arousal.

Antonia shook her head and kissed my mother again, her tongue pressing into her mouth. Mother responding to it, her eyes wide with bewilderment. Then Antonia said, "Listen when I tell you that no harm can come to mother and son if they armor themselves in the protection of their love." Then she kissed me before adding with heavy emphasis, "Whatever may come, John, do not let your mother out of your loving embrace!"

"It is time!" bellowed Father as he approached again. "It is time for the summoning." He gestured to Antonia. "Take your place, Jahndi witch!"

My eyes followed Antonia as she gracefully walked to her son. She took the drumstick from his hand and he stepped back. Her huge breasts jiggled and then hung beneath her as she knelt behind the drum and leaned over it as if she was looking at it's surface. Without missing a note, she continued to hammer the drum, beating out the weird rhythm.

Hector knelt behind his mother, between her knees. He looked down, focusing his attention at her buttocks. Then his hands were on his mother's hips, and her eyes widened and then closed in utter pleasure. Hector began rocking back and forth and his mother's pendulous breasts swayed. I knew that he was fucking her.

Overhead, lightning played across a clear sky and the moon, full and blood red, showered all of us with an obscene light.

Father raised his hands to the sky and began uttering strange words, alien mutterings that hurt to hear, but which with each phrase became understood. "ITHING'VAL HAMG, COME FORTH! YOU ARE SUMMONED AND YOUR FREEDOM IS AT HAND!" He turned to face Antonia and Hector and continued, "WITNESS THE UNHOLY ACT OFFERED TO YOU BY YOUR SERVANTS. PERFORMED FOR YOUR BENEFIT!" He turned and faced us. "WITNESS MY OFFERING. A VIRGINAL PERFORMANCE OF UNHOLY INCEST. MOTHER AND SON SUCCUMB TO DARK LUST. IN THE FACE OF THEIR SOULS' DESTRUCTION, THEY BURN WITH THE LUST OF UNHOLY DESIRE. MAY THEY NOURISH YOUR HUNGER, LORD ITHING'VAL HAMG!"

The strange, cloudless storm intensified as lightning strikes buffeted the grounds around us, striking the stone slabs we had uncovered over the last few weeks. Mother moaned below me as we both squirmed in our bonds, not seeking freedom, but suddenly overwhelmed by the absolute need for sex. Something incredibly carnal seemed to suffuse the very air, overwhelming nearly all other thought.

Glancing about, I perceived shadowy, almost inconceivable specters manifesting on the stone slabs. The dark shapes simply slid away from direct view, not quite able or willing to be accepted by my conscious mind. Amidst my incestuous lusts for mother, a palpable wrongness filled the clearing.

Father also seemed to perceive the dark shapes as he turned and bowed to each before intoning, "BEHOLD ITHING'VAL HAMG, YOUR KIN COME CLOSE TO THE VEIL THAT SEPARATES REALITIES, AWAITING YOUR UNLEASHING SO YOU MAY OPEN THE GATES FOR THEIR RETURN! COME FORTH, ANCIENT MASTER AND I SHALL BREAK THE SHACKLES THAT BIND YOU!" Then Father slowly began walking around the altar.

Antonia began chanting as her son humped her from behind, thrusting his erection into her pussy. Her vocal melody wove into the bizarre beating of the drum. Then Antonia's face was a rectus of pleasure as she screamed, "MATRE TIAMBO UN UMANO UN ESTASIUM VICTRE DIABLAS!"

I felt a hand on my genitals. Father's fingers were around my penis, and despite the repulsive feel of his touch, my cock twitched as he positioned my swollen crown between Mother's aroused labia. "AS HUSBAND AND FATHER, I BLESS THIS UNHOLY UNION OF MY SON AND HIS MOTHER. LET THEIR LUST BE THE FUEL THAT BURNS YOUR CHAINS AWAY, ITHING'VAL HAMG. LET THEIR INCESTOUS LUST FREE YOU TO DO YOUR WILL UPON THE EARTH!"

All the noise and lightning and confusion disappeared as my visual focus was on Mother's face and my sensory focus was on our joined genitals. With a grunt of lust, I slowly thrust into my mother's wet pussy, triggering a soulful moan in Mother as she lifted her hips to meet my cock.

My voice wavered with pleasure. "I love you, Mother!"

I felt my cock descend into her liquid heat, understanding completely for the first time why Antonia and Hector were so devoted to each other. I had dreamt of this moment, but had not conceived of the absolute joy of sexual union with my mother! Our mouths found each other in the released tension of our unlocked lust and love. Our tongues writhed about each other, making love in our mouths as I thrust my hips forward again, penetrating my mother's marvelous pussy.

Mother gasped, breaking the kiss, as she cried out, "I love you, Son!" 

My face hovered above Mother's as she bucked upwards into me, grinding her mound against my pelvis. Time seemed to slow down as I looked into my mother's half-lidded blue eyes. Her mouth hung open as she moaned and sucked in air. A strand of saliva hung from my mouth to her lower lip, red and wet and enticing. I felt her vagina contract, attempting to swallow my cock deeply into her furnace as her breasts wobbled beneath me.

While we fucked passionately, we remained tied to the altar, yet a part of me seemed to step aside. I admired the lewd and wanton sight of myself and Mother rutting like wild beasts, and also perceived the equally passionate coupling of Antonia and her son. There was also the growing power around us, a tangible but elusive force gathering in the clearing.

Between the rampant bursts of lightning, the blood-like glow of the Moon exposed tantalizing and disturbing glimpses of something forming above us and around us. It was taking form one moment and becoming invisible the next. There were tentacle-like extensions and unnerving apertures reminiscent of the vulva-like appearance of exotic lilies. My recent dreams echoed vaguely in my head and I suddenly knew I was already acquainted with Ithing'val Hamg.

Mother's gaze started to look above me, and her eyes widened in horror as she gazed upon the grotesque specter of the Other, coalescing above us.

I hissed, "Look at me, Mother. Look at the love in my eyes." Then I kissed her deeply, swirling my tongue around hers.

When our mouths separated again, saliva drooled from my tongue to hers. Mother fixed her gaze on my eyes, and the aura of insanity had faded from her pupils. My hips continued working feverishly to please my lover, with quick, hard thrusts. Her hips rolled up to meet mine each time our loins connected, allowing my penis to delve as deeply as possible. Her inner muscles clung tightly to my erection, massaging my shaft each time the head of my cock kissed the back of her tunnel.

In the corner of my eye, I kept a watchful eye on my father, and I resented attention I was unable to spend focused on my mother.

Father pulled a long, wicked knife out of the folds of his rune covered robes. He raised his arms to the sky, and the blade gleamed with a reddish tint in the light of the moon. A part of me knew that the end of my life was near at hand, but something compelled me to continue the union with my mother. Fear was mingling amidst the lust and love in Mother's eyes as well.

She moaned between thrusts, "Sweet son... Forgive me... for not... letting you in.. before now... My love for you... so intense... I was afraid... would consume us..."

Father approached the altar, raising the sacrificial dagger high above his head.

I replied to my mother, between thrusts, "No apologies... a moment... or a lifetime... joined with you... fulfills my dreams..."

"ITHING'VAL HAMG, AS I SPILL THE BLOOD FROM THE UNHOLY ONES, COME FORTH AND CONSUME THEIR UNHOLINESS. FEED YOUR STRENGTH SO YOU MAY BREAK YOUR EARTHLY CHAINS!"

"I love you Mother," I whispered.

Thrusting deep inside my mother, I pressed my pelvis against her mound, and held myself within her. Her arms tightened around me, holding my body against hers, as her inner muscles squeezed my penis, holding me inside her.

She whispered against my ear, "I love you, Son."

Father's dagger swept down to pierce our bodies. I could feel the rush of air as the wicked knife approached.

Suddenly there was flash of light and heat on the back of my head, and down my spine, all the way to my heels. Father's knife thrust did not strike. In the corner of my eye, I saw the rune-covered robe flutter, as Father stumbled and fell into the dirt beside the altar, still clutching the shiny blade.

Father screeched, "NO!" He scrambled to his feet, yelling "WHAT STAYS MY HAND?"

Again, he raised his arm high and brought it down on us. Mother and I continued to clutch each other, resigned to having our carnal embrace as the last thing we experienced.

Another flash of light flared bright, and hot on my skin. My father shrieked and yanked his arm back as if he had touched a hot ember. One of his hands was blackened and blistered, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Mother's head tilted back and she cried out, partially from our momentary and unforeseen salvation, and partially from what I perceived to be the tremors of an orgasm. Her hips shuddered, and her vaginal muscles released me, allowing me to pull out and thrust into her again. She grunted and moaned, with a smile on her lips. Her neck was exposed to me, the soft skin flushed pinkish-red and was hot against my lips when I kissed her there.

Father again clambered to his feet, whimpering in pain. "I followed the summoning precisely." He stared at his ravaged hand, the dark flesh drying and shrinking, cracking to reveal pink muscle and white bone.

"YOU JANDHI BITCH!" Father snarled and turned on Antonia and Hector.

The mother and son were almost oblivious to us as they moved in perfect unison, slamming into each other wetly.

Father snatched up the dagger in his good hand and rushed the kneeling couple as the continued fucking on their hands and knees. Neither flinched as he swung down his blade.

Antonia's pendant hung down, swinging along with her huge breasts, as Hector's hips slapped against her fleshy buttocks. She moaned lewdly as she began to orgasm on her son's cock, her hand steadily beating the odd drum.

There was another a flash of light, accompanied by intense heat.

The dagger fell to the ground again as Father sagged to his knees, cradling his destroyed hands against his chest. His wails of pain and despair were answered by angry, frustrated shrieks coming from the surrounding misty specters, as their non-corporeal grasp on our world faded. 

I realized that the ceremony had failed. Laughing triumphantly, I kissed the underside of my mother's chin and then renewed my thrusts with youthful vigor. This triggered another orgasm in Mother. Her screams of pleasure drowned Father's moans of pain.

He suddenly jerked his head up, eyes wide with fear as the air around us began to heat as if we were standing before an immense open fire.

The growing heat somehow spurred my arousal, as if the energy was born of, yet feeding on our incestuous lust. The near tangible Ithing'Val Hamg drifted and surrounded Father. I felt the immense heat it was giving off in its anger and denial. It seemed to pick my father up and hold him suspended in the air. Father screamed in pain and fear as his skin began to blister and blacken, writhing in the deadly grasp of the denied Other.

Mother and I continued to cling our bodied against each other. We both moaned with pleasure and with surprised discomfort as we could smell the hair on our heads began to curl and burn in the unnatural heat. Our bonds suddenly fell away, cut or burned I was not sure. I glanced over at Antonia and Hector, but they had vanished

Suddenly I heard Antonia's voice in my ear, "Now! Flee for your lives. Do not let your mother go. Keep her in your loving embrace. GO NOW!"

I did not hesitate, and wrapped my arms underneath Mother. "Hold on!" I yelled.

Mother wrapped her legs around my hips and hooked her heels against the back of my thighs. Her arms clutched around my chest as I pulled her up. She thrust her hips against me and squeezed her muscles to hold my erection within her. I moved backwards on my knees, with Mother in my arms. Sliding off the altar, I landed on my feet, and now Mother was sitting on the altar, still impaled on my cock, sobbing with undreamt of pleasure.

The heat was now so intense that the surrounding brush and trees were smoldering. The foul stench of burning hair filled my nostrils as I heaved my Mother in my arms and lumbered off.

Father's death shrieks echoed in my ears.

Somehow I found the strength to carry Mother, supported by my hands under her soft buttocks, and my throbbing cock spearing her pussy. I ran awkwardly towards the direction of the house as a raging inferno grew behind me. The orange light of the fire illuminated the house in front of us. The stumbling race was so strange and surreal, the pleasure of our sexual joining contrasting with the terrible heat and fear.

I felt my feet slap onto concrete and cried, "Don't let go! Deep breath and hold it!" I leaped, and we fell into the chill, sweet rainwater that had nearly filled the pool!

The cold water of the pool was like a balm after the fire that had almost consumed us. But it seemed to have no detrimental effects on our incestuous coupling. In fact, the shock of the cold water forced us to cling tighter to each other. Mother held onto me vigorously, her arms and legs wrapped around me both lovingly and possessively as our groins hunched together, never ceasing to generate the carnal pleasure that sustained us. The silky heat of my mother's pussy wrapped around my cock was even more enjoyable, contrasted to the cold water surrounding us.

We sank to the bottom of the pool and I thanked the heavens that we'd been lucky enough to have jumped into the deep end. As my feet landed against the pebbled concrete flooring, we stared lovingly into each other's eyes, illuminated by great light overhead. Then we slowly kissed as we hovered on the pool's bottom, sharing each other's last bits of oxygen.

Finally, the need to breath became too much and I kicked us off the bottom of the pool. We broke the surface and our mouths separated, gasping for air amidst a great inferno.

Everything about us seemed to be ablaze. The trees and nearby brush, the grass, and even the house itself. Although it didn't seem possible, I thought I could hear Father's screams still echoing in the night as if somehow his torment continued long after his physical body should have been consumed.

Mother licked her lips as she hugged me tighter, and sputtered, "My God, John. Is this the end of the world?"

I allowed her to cling to me as I used both arms to tread was and keep up at the surface. "I don't know Mother. But focus on the now. Focus on you and me and our love." I kissed her and my cock twitched inside her.

She became fully aware that we were still joined in incestuous sex. Mother's eyes grew wide and she said, "John... You are... fucking me! You're fucking your mother!" She began to laugh and for a brief moment I thought she might be succumbing to madness. But then she hunched against my pelvis and used her heels on my buttocks to prevent me from retreating. "God! You feel wonderful inside me, John! Fuck me, darling, and love me forever!"

Obedient son that I am, I persevered to obey my mother. I moved us into shallower water where I could find my footing and we stood chest high in the cool water. My hands cupped Mother's buttocks again while her ankles crossed over my ass. I pushed her back against the side of the pool for leverage and began thrusting into my mother's pussy again. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers clawing into my skin as she quivered with another orgasm. I watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust, water swirling around her long, stiff nipples. Our wet hair clung to our faces, and our mouths sought each other, as we kissed passionately..

Overhead and all around us, a storm of fiery energy continued to rage. Between our joined loins a similar fierce storm also continued, born of incestuous lust and love. Amidst the roar of the fire, there seemed to sound an ancient and triumphant cry, itself almost lost in the sound of great, beating wings.

All the madness of the evening and the last weeks was forgotten, as Mother and I made love, finally unleashing our repressed desires. We drowned ourselves in our love and hunger for each other, never becoming sated on the ecstasy that our union produced.

We both should have collapsed from exhaustion and died that night, but somehow we became eternal, forever in the moment of perfect orgasm. Mother's pussy flexed around my cock, bathing it in her hot, creamy juices as she orgasmed. My scrotum jerked each time I spurted a strand of hot semen into my mother, never losing the erection that she inspired.

That night, and the raging fire, seemed to both go on forever. Neither of us wanted it to end, as we fucked and made love, conscious that our incestuous union protected us. This was our destiny, and we were meant to be lovers. The flames of our desire, and the fires of the Other became one, until ecstatic fire consumed all.

---

I awoke to the singing of the gulls, and opened my eyes. The brilliant blue morning sky was immense and pure, save a single column of black smoke. I was lying on my back, and a warm weight was atop me. Looking down, I saw the top of Mother's blonde tresses, smeared with soot. Her bare shoulders shifted and as I reached out to stroke them. She moved against me, her nose and lips nuzzling my naked chest as she slept.

It took a moment to sort out our surroundings, but I realized that we were lying at the edge of the shallow end of the pool. Somehow we made our way here, to fall asleep in the sweet exhaustion that our lovemaking had wrought. Low to the ground around us was a smoky haze and the strong scent of burned wood. I craned my neck towards the direction of the house and saw only smoking remnants of its bones. The great wooden beams were charred and smoking amidst brick and mortar debris. It was the source of the column of smoke that rose high into the sky.

Looking out towards the work site, I could only see burned tree trunks through swirling strands of smoke. The open grass was gone, leaving only black ground. As I moved, Mother awoke and lifted her head to look around. Her body moved so that she was straddling my hips, one knee on each side of me. Her pale breasts were smeared with soot, and swung hypnotically as she sat up to stare at the destruction around us.

After a few moments, Mother's blue eyes found mine and she said, "We're alive. You saved us." She stated it as a fact, not a question.

I shook my head and replied, "We saved each other. Our love is what protected us, I think."

Mother nodded and a cloud passed over her face. "Thomas is dead, isn't he?"

"Yes, Mother. I think Father's obsessions killed him."

Mother was quiet for a minute or so. Then she seemed to realize that she was sitting atop me naked, her loins pressed against my hardening penis. An odd smile flitted across her face. "I cannot find it within me to say I will miss him." Mother straightened her posture, her hands slowly rubbing the triangle of her golden pubic hair. Then both hands rubbed her belly. and moved up to cup and massage her breasts. She brushed ashes from her skin and then ran her fingers through her hair. 

Her arms were still raised as she glanced around and asked in a perplexed tone, "Antonia and Hector?"

I shook my head in reply as I moved my hands up my mother's sides and then cupped her breasts, relishing their weight and volume. "I do not know. I think it's just you and me, Mother."

My mother smiled lowered her arms, placing her hands over mine as I massaged her breasts. Then she began to rock back and forth on top of me, sliding her slick labia up and down the growing length of my shaft. "I love you, son. So long have I denied what I yearned for... what we both wanted. No more. I want you, John. Mother needs you."

She lifted her hips and rose on her knees, providing space between our loins. I nodded and moved my hands to my mother's thighs, and watched as she reached down and gently grabbed my cock. She lifted it to stand up on its own, and rubbed the tip of my penis between her wet labia. Mother slowly descended on my erection, her back arching as her mouth dropped open in a display of pure carnal joy.

Her long nipples visibly stiffened as she moaned, "Yessssssss! I love you, son!"

I watched in awe my reserved, shy mother unleashed her lustful side, riding me wantonly. Her messy, golden hair flew about and her breasts bounced wildly as she slid up and down my erect penis. I felt my cock aching and throbbing with the need to be inside her, my perfect woman and lover, my beloved mother.

Mother laughed and grunted, her moans of sexual delight doing much to dispel any lingering sense of death and foreboding that remained from Father's madness. Mother, who had always appeared to be younger than her years, seemed to grow younger still as each successive orgasm seemed to shed years of stress and loneliness.

At the height of her latest orgasm, her juices bathed my aching cock in liquid fire and she sank onto my shaft. Bearing the full weight of Mother's hips, her golden pubic hair mingled with mine as she pressed her mound against my pelvis. I felt my swollen cock head pressed against the back of her tunnel as she convulsed and moaned in carnal joy. I thrust upwards to penetrate even deeper and felt the pulse of an almost painful flood of hot semen explode inside her. My cock throbbed two more times, depositing my hot seed deep within. I was suddenly aware that if she was to discover she was begotten with child in the next few months, that this was the moment that I claimed her as lover, wife, and mother of our future children.

Finally, Mother collapsed atop me, mashing her breasts against me, and her lips wetly kissing mine, "I love you, Son! I love you so much!"

Our tongues caressed each other as our heartbeats calmed. We slept again, letting the sun warm our bodies, somehow knowing that we were safe, perhaps safer than we had even been before.

---

We awoke sometime after noon, judging from the sun's travels across the blue sky, still perfect except for the continuing tower of smoke from the house.

We made our way to the beach where we bathed in the surf, ridding ourselves of the smoke and stains of Father's attempted sacrifice from the night before.

The old boathouse down by the dock was the only remaining intact structure on the island. We resolved to use it for shelter if the elements demanded it. I managed to scavenge a few useful items -- a hunting knife that still had an edge, several scraps of canvas and twine that we used to fashion primitive footgear and ponchos. I also found some workable fishing gear.

Before dark, we had managed to land a large, ugly fish. After cleaning it with the knife, I was able to find hot embers underneath the smoking wreckage of the house. We cooked the fish over a small fire that we built on the edge of the beach. This combined with berries Mother found in the unblemished portion of the woods provided us a more than adequate repast to sate our appetites.

Neither of us cared to wear the ponchos to cover our nakedness, discovering that in each other's company we were now neither shy nor modest. I fixed us a bed under a lean-to on the grassy edge of the beach and from it we watched the sun go down, and spent the evening tending to our fire before a bout of passionate lovemaking.

I was between Mother's legs, thrusting slowly into her as she squirmed beneath me, when we both were suddenly aware that we were not alone. As one, we turned our gaze to the right and looked across the fire. Antonia and Hector were kneeling, and both smiling approvingly at us. Their naked bodies displayed evidence of the arousal that watching us produced. I started to rise, ready to seize my small knife to defend us.

Mother wrapped her legs around my buttocks and moaned, "No. Let them watch us, as we watched them." She reached up and turned my face back towards hers. The campfire reflected in her smoldering gaze. "They do not threaten us, darling."

I nodded, sensing the rightness in her words and resumed thrusting, sinking my turgid shaft into my mother's wet, furnace-like pussy that gripped me like a vise. I focused all my efforts on pleasuring Mother, suddenly intent on demonstrating to Antonia and Hector that we were their equals when it came to incestuous love.

Mother's every moan served me to work harder to please her, rolling and twisting my hips to increase her pleasure while my lips kissed and sucked at her rolling breasts. Mother flexed and tightened her muscles around my cock, her inner flesh, so wet and slick seeming to stroke every inch of my swollen member. Our cries of pleasure filled the night air as we moved to orgasm as one, our bodies merged as we reached climax. The world faded for a moment, leaving us as the sum total of existence, wrapped in incestuous pleasure.

When we stopped moving and caught our breath, the world returned to focus. We both looked to our audience, and found Hector grinning from ear to ear and Antonia smiling as tears ran down her face. "You understand love as it was meant to be. The passion and the power. I am so happy for you both."

Antonia cast her eyes towards the ground and murmured, "Please forgive us our deceptions. We would not have done what we have done if it wasn't necessary."

Hector reached out and hugged his mother while looking at us. "Yes, friend John. Forgive us, and I hope we are still friends."

Mother and I shared a glance, our expressions agreeing that we sensed no evil in them. I moved back, and looked down as I pulled my glistening wet cock from Mother. A strand of sticky white semen was attached to my penis and snapped, draping against my mother's inner thigh. I rolled back onto my buttocks and watched Mother's wet labia close, sealed with our sticky lovemaking. She closed her legs and sat up, hugging her knees.

I said, "There is nothing to forgive, but an explanation of what happened would be good."

Antonia nodded. "Yes, truth. It should always be the way."

She rose up onto her knees and began. "We are Jandhi. Our people were destroyed and made homeless by the Others and those who would free them from their prison, Outside. Jandhi are dedicated to opposing the return of the Others wherever the threat of their return rises. So it was that I came to know your father, John." She smiled sadly and continued. "Professor Thomas Halloran, in his quest for the truth of William Isprey and the Island of Isprey, or as it has long been known to us as The Isle of Ithing'Val Hamg." She spit on the ground, a bitter expression passing briefly over her face.

"Your father began as an academic, searching for the truth behind a legend. But his curiosity was seduced and replaced by a desire for power, fed by the tendrils of the Others that pierce our world, begging for freedom and promising dark riches and power in return. Sad it is that humans are so frail and gullible. Even a Jandhi can be swayed by promises of power and wealth and immortality. So it was that Thomas and my husband, Vincenzio were seduced, each pursuing their own darkest desires unto their deaths."

Antonia eyed me, her face growing red as she spoke. "Your father saw me as an ally, after the death of my husband. And I did assist and advise him, helping to steer him to artifacts that he thought would bring him his prize, and free the Other. There is much lore in the world concerning the Others." She grinned evilly before adding, "But most of it is false, planted and supported by the Jandhi. Lies woven within myths."

She gestured at herself and at us. "Incest is our best weapon. Reviled by so many cultures, yet as old as the beginning of our world, it is embraced by many of the Jandhi who recognize it for the pure form of love that it is. Your father believed that it was an unholy act that would allow for the breaking of the Other's chains. In truth, nothing could be farther from the truth."

Mother was fascinated. "How so?"

"The Others have no concept or understanding of love. In its purest forms, love fascinates them. The Others desire to understand, to participate, and to know love. The love that a father and daughter, or a mother and son share, taken to its most intimate form, is as close to a holy concept as the Others understand. It is what has protected us these past weeks on the island. Ithing'val Hamg yearns to have, and to be, what we are. It would never harm us nor allow harm to come to the four of us."

"But John and I were not yet... lovers, until last night. How were we protected before?" Mother asked.

"Our desire was already there, dormant, but ready to bloom," I said immediately, the truth clear in my mind. "Hector and Antonia have long been lovers. But Mother, you and I had only begun traveling down that road, preparing to yield to our desires."

Mother blushed a little, but nodded in agreement.

"Yes, and such a pure love in genesis is fascinating to the Others. It is a rare privilege to witness the fruition of incestuous love," said Antonia. "You two were a valuable prize."

"My dreams...?" I began.

Antonia nodded as Mother stared at me in surprise, suddenly comprehending. "Our dreams," she said, putting her hand over mine. "Those were the Other's doing?"

"Yes," replied Antonia. "It used your longing for each other to invade and link your dreaming minds, and fulfill your lust and desires. Your incestuous dreams were as close as the Other could get, until knowing real love."

"But, Thomas? How did he survive so long?" asked Mother.

Hector nodded and said, "The Other sensed your husband's desire to free it, and let him be, hoping for deliverance. It was only when he incorrectly performed the spell of summoning and threatened to end your incestuous existence, that the Other's wrath pierced its bonds and incinerated him. Freedom or not, your love for each other was to be protected, for Other to experience."

Mother shook her head and hesitated before asking, "But why let it come to this bloody end? I sense within you, Antonia, great power. Why did you not stop Thomas before, or immediately upon arrival?"

Antonia looked into the fire, seeing something that only she could envision. She gave a great sigh before she responded. "Life. Even that as foolishly spent as was Thomas's, is precious. While we will take life when we must, the Jandhi believe that everyone must have the chance to refuse to serve evil. I knew that the Other would protect you and strike down Thomas if he pursued his course to the end. Although, I have prayed for you and your son to know pure love, I had hoped that in the end, Thomas would come to his senses. In the beginning and even towards the end, he was a friend to me, and Hector and Vincenzio."

I remembered Hector once telling me it would be up to his mother to speak of his father's passing when the moment was right. "Antonia, how did your husband die?"

The olive-skinned woman was a long time answering. Hector reached out his hand to hers in a gesture of love and comfort. Finally, she said calmly, "I killed him, John. Vincenzio sought out and received the gift of immortality through an Other's gift of lycanthropy. That gift required the slaying and feeding on innocent souls. I put a silver needle through his heart and sent his soul to the hell it deserved."

I suddenly recalled the slender silver needle she'd often used to pin up her hair.

There was a long silence before Mother rose and went to Antonia and kneeled. "I am so sorry for your loss and your pain, Antonia. I am sorry for the pain that both our husbands brought upon the world."

Our two mothers embraced, hugging each other tightly. Then they both leaned back, staring at each other. Antonia leaned forward, gazing at my mother's mouth. Mother leaned forward, and they both kissed gently.

I felt my cock begin to swell at the sight of Mother and Antonia, both lushly naked, kissing. A quick glance at Hector confirmed that he too found it quite erotic.

Antonia kissed Mother back, gently at first, as if relishing the taste of another woman's lips. Then she leaned back and spoke, "Pain we have suffered, true enough, Carmen. We loved our husbands, yes. If for no other reason than they gave us our sons. Our true soul mates."

Mother wiped at a tear as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Thank God for that. I will forever pray for Thomas's soul because he gave me John."

Both women laughed and cried a little. Then they silently kissed again, no longer being chaste, but sharing tongues. Mother's face reddened at this new experience.

When finally the two mothers ended their kiss, Antonia looked around at us and laughed, gesturing to our obvious erections as she said, "Ah yes, the blessings that are our sons, is evident and in demand of attention." She glanced at me, and then returned her gaze to Mother and said, "We would deem it a great honor to share this night with the two of you, celebrating our holy unions together."

Mother stood and returned to my sit at my side. She waved mother and son to join us on our bed of leafy fronds and soft grass.

"For us both," I replied, "It would be our honor."

As if it had been long practice, Mother and Antonia lay down side by side, Mother's alabaster skin and golden tresses contrasting with Antonia's olive color and dark hair. Their bodies, while both lush and beautiful, contrasted erotically as well. Mother was taller and slimmer, and her pale breasts were large. Antonia had a healthy, voluptuous figure, and her huge breasts made Mother's appear small. Side by side, they both evoked a powerful carnality. Mothers held out their arms and their sons moved to embrace them.

Hector climbed between his mother's open thighs and I between Mother's welcoming legs. I felt Antonia's foot brushing my leg and looking down, I saw that her leg had crossed over Mother's joining the two women as their sons prepared to mount them and do them the homage of incestuous love.

Mother glanced over at Antonia, who smiled back at her and took Mother's offered hand. Then both mothers turned their attention to their sons, and lifted their hips. I rubbed the head of my cock between Mother's labia, slick from our prior lovemaking, ready to commence.

But I paused to look over, comparing my reddish-colored penis to Hector's dark penis. Hector was slightly bigger than me, and as I watched him press his cock into his mother's pussy, I pushed mine into Mother, as if synchronizing our entrance. Both mothers gasped with uninhibited pleasure as we buried our cocks slowly, and deeply into our mothers.

I bent over and kissed Mother, my tongue tasting her lips, mouth and her wriggling tongue. I could hear the wet kisses of Antonia and Hector and images of watching them fuck on their brass-trimmed bed filled my mind, alongside the reality of them fucking right next to me, which I fucked my mother.

Mother's free hand stroked my face as we kissed. Her little grunts of pleasure were muffled by my mouth as I thrust my swollen penis into her again and again. Perhaps it was the context of the audience, but my penis felt bigger and longer than ever before. My desire to please my mother was fed by her sounds of ecstasy, and my pride in sharing and showing our love to Hector and Antonia.

Beside us, Antonia was louder in her moans of pleasure, mayhap due to having longer experience in incestuous lovemaking. However, her cries and screams of pleasure were soon matched in intensity as Mother let her inhibitions dissipate, fueled by the sensation of my penis worming its way in and out of her clinging, hungry pussy.

Hector and I rode our mothers with enthusiasm. The air reeked of our combined sweat, and our mother's sex. My sweat trickled down my back and I felt Antonia's leg slick with sweat as my hips slid against her shin. I could feel the presence of great power and perceived the presence of the Other close at hand. I no longer feared the Other, knowing that they were watching and enjoying the experience without risk to us. I put him out of my mind, and focused between my mother's legs.

Mother reached orgasm first, sobbing out her love for me as her hips jerked and her pale breasts shook. Antonia quickly followed, perhaps inspired by the sight of another mother fucking her son. Her pendant had worked its way up and hung limply over her shoulder as her huge olive-skinned breasts wobbled. Her free hand was pinching at one of her swollen nipples as her hips lurched against her son.

Perhaps it was a product of Jahndi magic, or the presence of the Other, or perhaps simply the desire of Hector and myself to pleasure our mothers as never before, but neither of us yielded to climax ourselves. Separately we squelched the need to orgasm, as we continued to fuck our mothers. Or maybe it was simple a contest of wills, to determine which son could outlast the other.

The images of that night will be forever burned into my brain. I will go to my grave happily remembering images of Mother and Antonia straddling their sons and riding our cocks. I can still picture their contrasting white-skinned and olive-skinned bodies rising and falling side by side as they impaled themselves on their sons' erect penises.

Between cries of "I love you, son!" and screams of incestuous passion, they rolled their hips slowly on us and kissed each other. Holding hands, Antonia and my mother sobbed and cried out their ecstasy, supporting each other through their orgasms. Antonia sat astride Hector and cupped her dark hands around Mother's pale bouncing breasts, teasing her long nipples as she rode me. Later, Mother sat still on me and palmed Antonia's huge breasts, feeling the other woman's fat nipples as she bounced on her son. The two mothers communed in a way that I found both alien and incredibly arousing.

I recall Mother and Antonia on their hands and knees, moaning as we fucked them from behind like virile beasts from a lost age. They clawed at the leafy bed when not caressing each other's breasts or kissing, tongues working feverishly until their sons' never ceasing cocks drove them over the edge again, forcing them to arch their back and scream their pleasure to the heavens.

Near dawn, Hector and I finally succumbed to our own needs. Hours of reckless sexual pleasure left us thickly coated in sweat, our cocks so hard and swollen, I wondered if I might simply pop. Mother's eyes were nearly glazed from more sexual pleasure than she had known in a lifetime. I was once more between her thighs, her ankles flung over my shoulders as I fucked her. Each thrust into her fiery, slick pussy inspired me to rededicate my efforts and never stop giving her as much pleasure as she gave me.

"Oh, Mother. This is it," I gasped as I felt an unstoppable pressure rising from my testicles. My pleasure grew so intense and so quickly I thought I might pass out!

Beside me, Hector barked, "Mama, here it comes!"

Both mothers cooed in anticipation, flinging their exhausted hips up to receive our offerings.

"I love you Mother!" I screamed as my orgasm exploded.

My knees nearly buckling from the intensity of it. I felt as if a fire hose valve had opened, as I gushed more hot semen than I thought possible in one seemingly endless spray. Feeling my thick seed filling her vagina, triggered Mother's orgasm anew and she grunted and clamped her legs around me. Just when I thought my ejaculation had ebbed, the pressure returned and then exploded in a torrent of pleasure as I spurted even more semen inside my mother. As intense as my orgasm was, Mother's appeared to be as powerful, as she squeezed her breasts in her hands and her hips convulsed against my thrusting pelvis.

Antonia seemed to be reacting in a similar fashion as she lost her voice, her mouth gaped as she silently shrieked in ecstatic delight.

Mother gasped as her entire body rocked about. Suddenly my erection was out of her, still erupting with semen. Spurts of sticky semen splattered over Mother's breasts, landing on her chin and draped across her open mouth. She writhed in an orgasm, her eyes closed and oblivious to the strands of white semen that streaked her pale body.

Beside us, Antonia was in an orgasmic frenzy as she too had bucked her son out of her pussy. Hector pointed his cock back and forth, striping his mother's voluptuous body with strands of thick white seed. In a hoarse whisper, she was grunting and chanting her now familiar mantra, "Matre tiambo un umano un estastium victre diablas," interspersed with "I love you, my beloved son."

Hector and I spent long minutes catching our breath, so spent that it was all we could do to kneel between our mothers' splayed thighs as our chests heaved and the sweat cooled on our bodies. The time was well spent as we watched Mother and Antonia shiver and moan while caressing their own flesh, rubbing our semen into their skin, giving it a lustrous glow. The semen that wasn't rubbed into flesh was scooped up and lewdly slurped, our mothers' grins telling us how much they had enjoyed it.

When she could finally speak, Mother looked down at her glistening body and wheezed, "My god. What happened. I never dreamed a man and a woman could..." She let her head fall back, wordless in wonder.

Antonia smiled and said, "A blessing, I think, from the Other or our own Gods in heaven, I am not sure. A miracle, certainly. One should never question or look at miracles too closely, but savor and remember them."

Hector collapsed next to his mother who wrapped her arm underneath him, exhaustion setting in.

I fell to my side, next to Mother, who weakly turned to me, hugging me to her slick and sticky body. "I love you so much, son!" she murmured before her tongue slipped into my mouth.

We kissed for a long time before weariness began to overwhelm me. Mother eased me onto my back and silently watched me. We both became aware that Antonia was sitting up as well, her gaze wandering between her son's wet and semi-erect penis, and my own.

"Among the Jandhi who embrace incestuous love, there is a custom of courtesy that is observed when a mother and son share lovemaking with another mother and son couple," Antonia said softly between deep breaths. "To taste the fresh seed of another's son is considered a great honor. Carmen Halloran, I offer this honor to you. Antonia gestured to her son's penis, shiny with her juices and Hector's semen.

Mother inhaled sharply, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked back at me with the question on her face. When I nodded, she moved beside Hector and began to lower her head, pausing and looking up at the his mother, "Antonia, please, you would honor me if you would taste John's... seed."

The air was quickly full of the sound of Hector's groans and my moans, as our mother's licked and sucked each other's son clean of our momentous sexual encounter. Antonia's tongue was everything I had dreamt it would be and more. Her expertise and enthusiasm at sucking my sensitive penis was almost more than I could bear. From Hector's expression, my mother, while less experienced, was still demonstrating great enthusiasm as she sucked his semi-erect cock clean of his mother's juices and rolled her tongue to collect globs of his semen.

Antonia and Mother ended this wondrous night as they embraced again. Their wet mouths pressed together as they shared a passionate kiss, tongues swirling and passing back and forth their son's semen and each other's lovemaking. Despite the near godly sex of the night, the magic persisted, and I felt a stirring in my penis, and a growing hunger for my mother.

Antonia crawled to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth to share the taste of all of us. She then kissed me on the forehead, the gesture of a loving mother, before rising to her feet.

I stood up too, a little unsteady and watched Mother and Hector sharing a passionate kiss as well.

"Dawn is not far off and we must leave now," Antonia said with a sigh. "Fear not, your time on this island is at an end as well and you will not spend another night here."

"You're leaving?" Mother said. "Now? Will you not wait with us for rescue, Antonia?"

The dark haired woman shook her head ruefully and said, "No, we must travel a different path."

Mother took my hand and looked unhappy as added, "But, we promised that we would show you America."

Antonia smiled and nodded, "And someday, you shall. We will come and spend much time with you. And we will come to know you both more... intimately." The way she said the last word and the way she smiled at us when she said it, made my cock stir. "But for now, there is a need for you two to be alone. So that you can learn and grow into the couple the Gods meant for you to be."

Hector hugged me tight and kissed my cheek, whispering, "Be well, brother. I know you will be the man your mother deserves!" He hugged and kissed Mother as well.

Antonia kissed me again and kissed Mother again. Then she took her son's hand and began walking away, moving down the beach.

I suddenly called out, "Wait! Antonia, the words you chant while making love. What do they mean?"

The exotic woman grinned back and said in a loving voice, "Matre tiambo un umano un estastium victre diablas." She glanced at her son and replied, "Roughly translated, John, it means 'A mother and son's love is in ecstasy, victorious over the devil!'"

Antonia and Hector turned and continued down the beach a ways and then halted. With the ocean breeze blowing her dark, curly hair all about, she looked over her shoulder and called out. "This is not goodbye. It is not the end. All things are just beginning. Be well and be happy!"

We waved as they walked away, finally disappearing beyond the curve of the island.

Mother turned and hugged herself to me and we retired to our bed, cuddling as the sun came up. We fell into a peaceful sleep, neither of us speaking of how much we would miss Antonia and Hector, but intuitively knowing in our sadness of their parting that somehow, someday, we would meet them again. In time, our intuition proved correct and they have been and continue to be our dearest friends.

---

We awoke in late afternoon just in time to see a ship approach off the coast. It was the U.S.S. Howard, a U.S. Navy ship come to investigate the visible tower of smoke that was the remnants of the great house, which was now little more than rubble and ashes.

We donned our makeshift canvas ponchos and greeted the small boat that came to the dock. We mustered all the enthusiasm that survivors of great horror could.

Captain King dutifully took down our story of how we survived Father's insanity, though he had been consumed by the wildfire that had spread out of control during the ceremony that was the culmination of his madness. The subsequent investigation of Father's obsession with the occult and the story of Isprey, verified our story. The only mystery, or omission of truth, was what had happened to our housekeeper and her son. We confessed ignorance of their fate, suggesting that perhaps their bodies had been incinerated in the great conflagration. Father's charred, nearly cremated remains were buried at sea. Neither of us were willing to allow the possibility of his troubled spirit to linger on land.

The incident was quickly and quietly buried by Meskatonic University which has had so many strange and troubling incidents throughout its history. We gave Father's remaining papers and books to the Meskatonic Library, ridding ourselves of all evidence that he'd ever existed. Following the insurance settlement, Mother and I relocated to the West Coast where I attended Stanford and became a chemical engineer.

Mother and I have since lived our lives as husband and wife. It has been a long and happy life, blessed with three children now grown and gone, and spread across the country. All our children know of our true relationship, but to date, none have pursued our path.

What happened on what we now call the Island of I, marked us, but mostly in positive ways. Our love for each other has only grown and deepened with each passing year, achieving a greater intimacy than most could ever know. But it was many years before we even began to suspect how we were affected magically.

The story I just shared took place when I was eighteen and Mother was forty. Mother is now nearly ninety, but appears to be a very healthy and beautiful woman in her late fifties, while I am approaching seventy years of age, but appear to be a very youthful thirty years old. In later years as we spent time with Antonia and Hector, who are similarly aging very slowly, Antonia explained that this was likely due to our bodies being exposed to incredible and unearthly energies that the Other or the Gods allowed us to retain and benefit from.

Another result of what happened on the Island of I, is that we are more attuned to the supernatural world. In our many journeys across America and indeed the world, Mother and I have sensed the presence of other imprisoned Others. We also have had an innate sense of the Jahndi, who spend their lives guarding against the return of the Others. We are known to the Jahndi and we have come to know many of them. It is always an illuminating experience to meet those who share a mother and son, or father and daughter union, as we do. We do not fear the presence of Others, knowing that in our life and love together, Mother and I are considered holy and respected by those beings.

We consider all these the least of the gifts of our time spent on the island. Our greatest gift is our love realized so long ago... a gift that renews itself daily in each other's arms, as Mother and I make love... each time sweeter than the time before.

The End

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