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Incest on the Island
by Tattletale
My parents John and Marsha owned and operated a commercial fishing
boat
named The Wanderer out of a West Coast port. My father was the
skipper, my
mother the cook, my brother Frank the mate, and my other three
brothers
Ron, Marty, and Jack were deck hands. My father had an uncanny ability
to
find the big tuna that brought a hefty price at the fish auction. The
Wanderer went to sea and didn't return until the icy hold was filled
with
fish. I was left on my own during the four or five days that my family
was
at sea. I cooked my own meals, washed my own clothes, went to school
every
day, and did my homework. Consequently, I became very self-reliant, a
quality that has served me well.
When I graduated from high school, my parents insisted that I attend
college. None of my brothers had been to college, and they wanted at
least
one of their sons to have a degree. I had had enough of classrooms and
wanted to join the family business. The life of a fisherman seemed
romantic to me. If I had known what hard, dangerous work it was maybe
they
would have had their way, but I persisted until they gave in.
My first fishing trip was a great adventure. We got underway on a
Monday
morning and left port by the light of the moon. My father set course
for
his favorite spot and we made good time - fifteen knots - across the
glassy sea. We kept ourselves busy checking and rechecking our lines
and
equipment. It takes more than luck to be successful as a fisherman; it
takes well-maintained equipment.
Mom came out on deck and sipped a cup of coffee as she watched the sun
rise out of the blue sea. Her shirt was so tight across her big tits
that
I could see her nipples sticking through. I had been physically
attracted
to her since puberty, but now, with my hormones raging, my interest in
her
became an obsession. Two or three times a day I went to the head and
jacked off to fantasies of fucking her.
Some men would probably have considered my mother pretty while others
would have thought her beautiful. Tastes differ. To me, she was always
beautiful. She had full, round tits that she showed off with low-cut
dresses or half-buttoned shirts. A perfectionist might have criticized
her
for her slightly rounded belly, but I thought it made her even sexier.
Her
long legs were flawless.
We reached our destination and ran out our long lines equipped with
hundreds of baited hooks. After the lines had been in the water for
awhile, we pulled them in and removed the fish from the hooks. They
were
packed in wooden crates and placed on a bed of dry ice in the hold. It
was
hard work, and I was so exhausted that when I fell into my bunk for an
hour or two of rest, I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the
pillow.
Disaster struck on our third night out. I was asleep in my bunk when
the
boat suddenly lurched to port, throwing me to the deck. The Wanderer
was
pitching and rolling so violently that I had great difficulty making
my
way to the pilot house. A violent storm had come out of nowhere. I had
never imagined anything like it. Dad was at the wheel and my brother
Frank
was frantically trying to raise the Coast Guard on the radio. Dad told
me
to go back and close the engine-room door before we took on water. As
I
struggled to close the door against the howling wind, a wave knocked
me to
the deck. Water rushed into the engine room and flooded the generator,
leaving us dead in the water with no electricity. As long as we had
power
we had a fighting chance if we could keep the bow into the twenty-foot
waves. Without power, our situation was desperate.
When it became clear that we were probably going to die, we vowed to
go
down fighting. Using superhuman effort, we managed to batten down the
hatches. Caught in a trough, the boat rolled violently a full ninety
degrees. We clung to whatever solid thing was at hand and prayed that
she
would come back. Our faithful vessel slowly righted herself. At that
point, my father made the decision not to abandon ship. He felt that
we
had a better chance by staying with the boat. Launching our rubber
life
rafts would have been impossible.
We rode out the storm for more than an hour. Suddenly, there was a
screaming sound and the boat came to an abrupt stop, throwing us to
the
deck. We braved the elements and went out on deck. Our flashlights
revealed a reef underneath our hull. We were high and dry! We couldn't
do
anything until daybreak so we went back inside and tried to sleep for
a
few hours.
The storm subsided by morning. We discovered that we were stuck on a
reef
a few hundred yards from a verdant island. My heart sank when I saw
the
damage. The hull had been ripped to shreds. We weren't going anyplace.
The
generator had also been damaged beyond repair, and without it, we
couldn't
radio for help.
The first order of business was to search for food and water. We soon
discovered that fish were plentiful and easy to catch. Tasty clams
could
be dug from the sand. Iguanas and some sort of large rodent provided
very
tasty meat. Fruit and berries were plentiful. Our well-stocked
shipwreck
kit even contained packets of seeds for growing vegetables. Several
crystal-clear springs provided a source of fresh water. We breathed a
little easier. At least we wouldn't die of starvation or thirst.
After a thorough exploration of the island proved that it was
uninhabited,
we got down to work and tried to make the best of things. After
salvaging
what we could from The Wanderer, we went to work building shelters. We
decided to build two huts, one for Mom and Dad and the other for the
rest
of us, and to build them a distance apart for privacy.
For the first two months or so, I stayed so busy that I didn't think
much
about sex. Whenever I had to, I went into the jungle and jacked off.
I'm
certain my brothers were doing the same. With our shelters completed,
our
workload became much lighter. Life became easy, almost pleasant. With
too
much leisure time on my hands, my thoughts turned to women. I was a
virgin
so I really had to call on my imagination when I fantasized. I was
horny
all the time. To make matters worse, Mom had gone completely native
and
refused to wear a top. The sight of her big, bouncy tits always gave
me a
hard-on.
One night I slipped through the jungle to Mom and Dad's hut and
listened
as they made love. I wanted to find out what it was all about so I
could
embellish my fantasies. I heard Mom moaning softly as Dad did
something to
her. "Oh, yes, John, that's it. My God, you really know how to use
your
dick. I don't know why I'm so fucking horny all the time. Do you think
it
could be the clams?" I pulled out my cock and stroked as I listened to
their bellies slapping together. Mom's groans grew louder and louder.
How
I wished that I could see what they were doing.
"Yes, that's it John, pull on my big nipples. Fuck me harder, please.
Yes,
a little faster now. That's it! Faster! Faster! OH, MY GOD, JOHN, I'M
CUMMING!" My father's loud groan was drowned out by Mom's wails of
ecstasy. After I shot my load onto the ground, my ego deflated rapidly
and
a surge of guilt came over me. "Please give me another poke, John,"
Mom
said. "I can't Marsha. My God, that's three times today. You're
killing
me."
As I tiptoed away, I thought about what Mom had said. She was so
insatiably horny that Dad couldn't keep up with her. I felt that I
would
lose my sanity if I didn't get to fuck her. I came up with a plan. I
could
hardly wait for the sun to come up so I could reveal it to my
brothers.
The following morning, I called a meeting of my brothers. "I happened
to
be passing by Mom and Dad's hut last night and I heard them going at
it.
Guess what. Something, maybe the clams, has turned Mom into such a
raving
nympho that Dad can't keep up with her. It doesn't seem fair that he
has
her all to himself while we have to suffer. I'm tired of jacking off.
I
want some pussy. I say we talk to Dad and offer to help him out."
Frank, the oldest agreed. "I've been thinking along the same lines.
Back
home, I fucked Jenny every day. It's sheer agony going without pussy.
I
agree with Tom. Let's have a talk with Dad." The others nodded. They
were
all married and had had good sex lives with their wives. They were
probably suffering more than I was. My heart raced with excitement
when
Frank took a vote and every hand shot up.
We decided to approach Dad in a group rather than elect a spokesman.
That
evening when Mom went to the lagoon to bathe, we went to the vegetable
garden where Dad was working. "Dad, we need to talk to you," Frank
said.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat on a fallen tree. "Dad, I'm
going
to be blunt. I hope you won't hate us for this. I think you should
share
Mom with us. We know that you can't keep up with her. We were thinking
that we could help you out. We'll all be better off."
Dad didn't even bat an eye. "You, know, boys, I've been giving that
some
thought. We've only got one woman and under the circumstances it
doesn't
seem right to keep her to myself. She had her tubes tied so there is
no
risk of pregnancy. I sure could use the help. I don't know what has
come
over her. I'll talk to her about it right now, and if it's okay with
her,
it's okay with me." We waited until he disappeared down the path into
the
jungle and then shook each other's hands and clapped each other's
back.
It wasn't long before they came up the path hand-in-hand. Both had
broad
smiles on their faces. "All right, boys," Mom said. "It's about time
you
came forward. We'll do it." I thought I would faint from excitement.
We
held a little meeting and discussed how we would put our plan into
action.
After considerable debate, it was decided that each of us would spend
a
weeknight with her and that Dad would have her on weekends. We would
build
a third shelter for him. Dad decreed that we would go in order of age,
with the oldest going first. I didn't like the plan because it meant
my
brothers would pipe her ahead of me, but I didn't have much say in it.
The following day, Dad came to our hut and told Frank to go to his
mother.
He had spent hours scrubbing, shaving, and rubbing sweet-smelling
flowers
against his tan skin. How I envied him as he walked up the path
whistling
a merry tune. I picked up my fishing pole and told the others that I
was
going fishing, then I circled around through the jungle until I was
near
Mom's hut. I soon heard a keening emanating from the hut. Frank was an
old
married man who probably knew all the tricks. At least, it sounded
like he
did. Mom shouted "I'M CUMMING!" three times before they fell silent.
That week was one of the most miserable of my life. Each evening,
another
brother would walk up the path to heaven. I was afraid that they would
wear her out before my turn came. To make matters worse, I refrained
from
jacking off so that I would be in peak form when my turn came.
After my four brothers had their turns with Mom, they were like
different
men. There was no more squabbling over trivial things. They worked
together as a team. They even made plans to build bigger and better
huts.
My turn finally came. "Okay, Tom," Dad said. "Go show your Mom a good
time." My brothers shook my hand and clapped me on the back. "You're
leaving a boy and you'll come back a man," Frank said.
Mom was lying naked on the bed that we had salvaged from The Wanderer.
My
jaw dropped when I saw how beautiful she was. A thousand fantasies had
not
prepared me for that moment. "Well, take off your clothes and come
here,
Tom. You know that you're my favorite. I've been waiting all week for
this." The blood rushed to my face and my cock. As I slowly stripped
off
my clothes, I wondered if I would have the balls to fuck my mother.
"Oh, yes, that's a nice big one," Mom whispered. "I knew you would
turn
out big." I was curious to know how I compared with my father and
brothers
but too shy to ask. She patted the bed beside her. "Don't think of me
as
your mother, just imagine that I am a woman you just picked up in a
bar."
I lay trembling beside her, unsure how to start. "We're going to do
this
up right," she said, as she brought her pretty head down on my cock.
There
is no way that a man can describe his first blow job. Adjectives like
warm, wet, and soft are simply inadequate. Heavenly is the only word
that
I can think of that comes close. My first blow job lasted only thirty
seconds, but each second seemed like an hour. "Oh, no, oh, Mom, look
out,
I can't hold it." She made gurgling noises as I pumped what felt like
a
quart of jism into her mouth. When it was over, she lifted her head,
swallowed hard, and said, "You really needed that."
I tried to apologize but she clamped a hand over my mouth to shut me
up.
"I did it for all of your brothers," she said. "I've been swallowing
so
much of that stuff that I'm going to have to start watching my
weight."
Mom lay on her side and offered me a tit to suck on. "When you were a
baby, you always did a good job draining my jugs. I knew you'd turn
out to
be a tit man."
As I nursed hungrily on her suckers, she teased my cock with her
fingertips. I didn't lose much of my hard-on and was soon ready for
the
main event. "I think a man should have his first fuck the
old-fashioned
way," she said. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and told me
to
mount her. Her hot cunt was much tighter than I expected. Of course, I
had
nothing to compare it to. Mom rested her hands lightly on my ass and
tried
to guide my movements. I suppose I made up for my lack of experience
with
youthful enthusiasm. Mom told me to vary the depth, speed and angle of
my
thrusts. "Each poke should come as a complete surprise," she said.
When I
tried it, she immediately began to huff and puff. "Oh, my God, you are
a
fast learner. Oh, yes, you are going to be a good fucker, maybe the
best
of the lot. Oh, yes, UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..YES..I'M CUMMING!" Staying on
top
of Mom through her orgasm brought back memories of the storm. It was a
rough ride. As she reached her peak, I pumped her full of batter.
That night with Mom was the best of my life. She even let me fuck her
in
the ass! She liked it in the back door just as much as in the front.
Our
arrangement worked beautifully. We truly were one big, happy family.
We
had enough food and sex to satisfy both of those appetites. Our
arrangement continued for two months, then one night when it was my
turn
with her, Mom made a shocking request. "Son, I've never had a
gang-bang,
and I've always wanted one. Why don't you and your brothers give me
one.
You are the most persuasive and articulate. You should be able to
convince
them." I almost fell out of bed.
The next day I took it up with my brothers. There was surprisingly
little
debate, and we voted to give Mom her wish. It was the least we could
do
after all she had done for us. A few days later, we took Mom down to
the
beach. It's probably just as well that Dad chose not to participate.
His
presence would have inhibited us. We built a bonfire and sat naked
around
it sipping berry wine that Mom had made. It took awhile for us to work
up
our courage, then Frank went forward, put Mom on all fours and fucked
her
doggy-style. Before long, Ron knelt by her head and fed her his cock.
Jack
and I slipped underneath and nursed on her suckers. Frank and Marty
took
turns fucking her, and if not for Ron's cock acting as a gag, passing
ships might have heard her howls and rescued us.
We all fucked Mom more than once that night. The fucking got even
better
when her pussy and thighs were slick with cum. The scene constantly
changed as we granted Mom's wish for variety. The highlight of the
evening
for me was fucking her in the ass while Jack's cock plunged into her
pussy. For several days afterward, none of us had an appetite for sex,
but
that soon passed. Orgies became part of our sex lives and were usually
held once a month after Mom's period when she was especially horny.
After nearly a year on the island, we were rescued by a tramp steamer.
When we got back home, my brothers went back to their wives. Thinking
he
was dead, Frank's wife had remarried. He and her new husband decided
to
share her. I continued fucking Mom for several months until her sex
drive
began to fade. Something in the diet had apparently been responsible
for
her nymphomania. I longed for those wonderful days back on the island.