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Every young man needs an outlet for their sexual needs. Back home they would watch porn, fantasizing about those women’s bodies. Driven by desire. Yet out here, Kyle didn’t have anything like that. All he had was me. I was the only woman on the island. Everything he desired about women, I had. My breasts. My thighs. Every curve on my body tempted his yearning. I was beginning to wonder if he saw me as his mother anymore, or just another woman. The only woman he ever saw here. It must be confusing for him. The constant pull between his desires and the knowledge that I was his mother.
To be honest, the line was beginning to blur for me too. It had been almost two months on this island. And lately…
The feel of his cock in my hands. His hands playing with my breasts. The smell of his hot cum as it exploded from him. A smell that I had been so long without. Even before the cruise.
It had become a regular thing for us now. We never properly discussed it. We just knew that this was best. In mind, we were still mother and son, but our bodies were just bodies. I needed a man’s body as much as he needed a woman’s. And since we both had what the other needed, why deny it?
Every night, before turning in, I would join him on his bed and stroke him to orgasm. All the while he fondled and played with my breasts.
It didn’t take long, the third night, in fact, before he began to explore between my legs as I stroked him. I didn’t protest, helping him to unbutton my shorts.
I squealed as his fingers probed my depths. Sliding along my wet inner walls. Of course I was horny. This whole situation drove my passions through the roof.
As he pumped his fingers into me, my head lowered more and more until my breath tickled his cock. Without thinking I took him in my mouth, stifling my moans around his shaft. I sucked and licked his cock, treating it as I would one of my lovers.
His fingers never ceased inside me. Exploring deeper and faster. His rhythm only wavering whenever my sucking struck a good nerve.
Far quicker than when I had used my hand, he came. The first spurt exploded in my mouth before I could turn it toward the cave wall. Rope after thick gooey rope. He came as much as he had the first night.
Some hung from my bottom lip, clinging to my chin, while a pool collected in my mouth. It was different than any other cum I had tasted. Sweeter. Perhaps the all fruit diet had done that. I swallowed what was in my mouth before collecting the residue on my chin. After that I returned to his slowly deflating cock and milked the last few drops from him onto my tongue.
We continued like that for a while. Satisfying each other’s sexual needs. Yet there was still something missing. We were still holding back some desires.
One night as I sucked on his cock it became apparent to me. His fingers just weren’t enough. I needed more. I was teasing myself by only allowing this huge cock into my mouth.
I lifted my head and paused, small trails of spit still connecting us.
‘What is it?’ he asked, noticing my hesitation.