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The Island
by Alvin Leader (akinspal@aol.com)

***

A family lost on a remote island; how are they ever 
going to survive without the head of the family? 
(Fbbgg, ped, family, inc, bi, 1st)

***

Mary Hopkins patted the last shovel full of dirt on her 
husband's grave. Her three children, Malcolm, Lucy and 
Richard stood by her side. 

Malcolm was thirteen when their boat the "Lincoln" hit 
the reef outside this uncharted tropical island. Lucy 
was eleven, and finally little Richard who was nine at 
the time of the wreck.

Mary and her husband Todd had labored for two years to 
keep the family safe and fed during their exile. Todd 
had to spoil it by getting stung by some sea creature 
and after a long battle, succumbed to the poison. He 
had worked hard to build the shelter and provide food 
for his family. Mary worked at educating the children, 
cooking and sewing their clothes.

"How were they ever going to survive without him?" Mary 
wondered; but Mary's problems were more that just the 
survival of the family. She had fears about her eldest 
son Malcolm; he was acting very strange lately. There 
was nothing about him that could not be blamed on 
puberty, but yet, there was a fear in her heart that he 
might someday cause a problem or even be a danger to 
them.

It was two years ago that the Lincoln set sail for 
Australia. The happy family had taken a year to adapt 
to living on the boat and learning to sail her. When 
finally they were comfortable living aboard the forty 
eight-foot motor sailor, they sold their home in San 
Diego and set sail for Australia. Todd was going to 
work at a university there as an English Professor. 
After a stop over in Hawaii they headed Southwest. 

The journey to Hawaii was event free, with kind winds 
and perfect weather. However, after leaving Hawaii, the 
weather worsened; they fought head winds and storms on 
a daily basis. Todd tried to keep the family's spirits 
up but the pitching seas took their toll and everyone 
on board was sick and sick of sailing. Todd had to do 
most of the sailing and navigating, Mary was too sick 
to help other than caring for the children. Todd was 
wearing himself out to the point that he was 
hallucinating from lack of sleep.

During the night on their eighteenth day out of Hawaii, 
Todd fell asleep at the helm. For two hours he slept 
while the boat changed course and headed for the little 
pile of rocks that they now call home.

The sounds were deafening just before the boat hit the 
reef. The surf against the rocks ahead woke Mary from a 
fitful sleep. As she stumbled out of the main cabin, 
she saw Todd passed out at the wheel. Just as she 
turned towards the bow, the boat hit the rocks pitching 
Mary back into the cabin. The collision finally woke 
Todd. As he stood up in the cockpit there was another 
crash of surf as the boat was again lifted off the 
first rock that it had made contact with and then, was 
sent into another jagged mass of stone where it came to 
rest solidly near the shore.

Todd rushed into the cabin to tend to his family. After 
checking everyone for injuries he found them well 
enough. They were scared and wet but they seemed unhurt 
by the collision. They took a moment to console each 
other before Todd went out to assess the damage to the 
boat. As he went on deck he noticed that the storm was 
subsiding, the surf had receded from the stern and was 
not nudging the boat further on the rocks as it was 
doing. 

Water had been rushing into the hull, flooding the main 
compartment but it seemed to be draining away now. The 
boat was only about five degrees tilted to starboard. 
It seemed safe to stay aboard for a while. They all 
made themselves as comfortable as possible as they 
waited until daylight.

The sunrise found Todd trying to get the radios to 
work, but the rock came through the hull right at the 
battery compartment and destroyed all the batteries on 
board. His attempts at contacting someone on the hand 
held radio proved fruitless. 

The boat sat in the middle of a rock outcropping which 
was surrounded by sand. The storm had left them high 
and dry. Todd decided to take everything off the boat 
in the event that another storm might carry the boat 
away.

It took five days to strip the hull of everything 
useful. The only things that they couldn't get off the 
boat were the engines.
 
Young Malcolm found a cave during one of his 
explorations and all the goods from the boat were moved 
inside the cave. 

Malcolm's cave as everyone called it was responsible 
for saving their lives. The day they had finished 
getting their possessions off the boat and stored away, 
another storm hit the island and carried the lightened 
craft out to sea. 

Mary turned away from the mound of dirt and headed back 
to the cave.

"Come children we have work to do." Mary said as she 
herded her brood down off the hill overlooking the sea.

***

The months that followed were devoid of all pleasures. 
Mary didn't talk of anything except what had to be done 
to meet their needs. She assigned the boys the routine 
tasks that were required for their survival including 
the task of digging a new latrine for the family. 
Latrine duty involved filling in the old pit and 
digging a new one and then dragging the little outhouse 
over the new hole.

That evening they had fish that were caught in the 
shallow tidal pools that were accessible at low tide.

It was almost two months before Mary began to teach the 
children again. The few books that they salvaged had 
been read over and over again. Many of the books were 
Todd's English textbooks. During the classes, Mary 
noticed that Malcolm was daydreaming most of the time. 
When he wasn't looking out to sea with a vacant look in 
his eye he was looking intently at her. When she would 
look back at him he would not turn away, but he would 
continue to stare at her. She would end up looking away 
and blushing at his attention.

On one occasion recently, when she and Lucy were at the 
fresh water pool where they bathed, she felt that she 
and Lucy were being watched. She even heard a sound in 
the bushes near by, but she couldn't see anything. When 
they were finished with their baths Mary and Lucy 
walked down the path from the pool to beach. They could 
see Richard in the tidal basin, fishing, but there was 
no sign of Malcolm.

Most of their original clothes had worn out and they 
were left with whatever Mary could fashion using the 
sail cloth left from the boat. This thin white material 
became almost transparent when wet and clung to the 
body.

She and the children wore something other than the 
sailcloth under their clothes as an attempt at modesty.

The family all slept together in the shelter that was 
built at the entrance to the cave. The only time that 
they dragged their sleeping mats deep into the cave was 
when ever the nights became cold or when a storm was 
brewing.

Mary and Lucy slept at one end of the large room that 
made up the living quarters and Malcolm and Richard 
slept at the other end of the room. They wore the same 
clothes day and night. The Boys wore shorts all the 
time although Mary did make them jackets that they wore 
only once or twice. Mary wore a one-piece garment that 
covered her body completely except for her legs and 
arms. There was no reason to give the boys any ideas 
she thought. 

Lucy insisted on wearing a two piece garment that she 
would take every opportunity to take off and sunbathe 
when she thought the boys were not around. There were 
blankets that were salvaged from the boat but were 
seldom used. 

During class that afternoon when the subject was 
history, Mary notice that Malcolm was not paying 
attention. She walked around behind him as she read, 
and saw that he was looking at a page in an anatomy 
book. There on the page was the figure of an adult 
female on one page and a male on the other. Malcolm's 
hand was under the book and moving. It was obvious that 
he was attempting to masturbate. 

"Let's keep our mind on the subject at hand." Mary said 
as she reached down and removed the book from his lap. 

Malcolm tried to cover the swelling in his loose pair 
of shorts, but Mary saw that by the size of the bulge 
he was trying to hide the fact that Malcolm was 
developing into quite a man. 

That night Mary dreamed about a man that was about to 
make love to her. As soon as she saw his face she woke 
up in a cold sweat. The man in her dream was Malcolm.

The next morning Mary could not look at Malcolm without 
seeing him as he was in her dream. 

After their breakfast of gull eggs, fruit and fish 
strips, the Children went their separate ways. They had 
a couple of hours before Mary would start their 
lessons. 

When Mary finished cleaning up the kitchen she went 
outside to take a walk. As usual the day was bright 
without a cloud in the sky. Richard was the fisherman 
in the family and Mary found him as usual in the tidal 
pools spearing their supper. Mary could not see where 
Malcolm and Lucy were. Mary climbed up to the spot 
where they had buried Todd months before. 

The burial site was on a hill overlooking the shelter 
on one side and the bathing pool on the other. As Mary 
knelt, pulling weeds from Todd's grave, she noticed 
that someone was at the pool. She parted the tall grass 
and looked down at her daughter lying on the soft grass 
surrounding the pond. Lucy had taken off her clothes 
and was lying naked in the sun. 
'She's beautiful, Mary thought, she's getting to be 
quite a lady.' 

Mary watched Lucy for a few minutes. She was unable to 
take her eyes from the perfect form stretched out just 
a few yards below her. Just as Mary turned away from 
Lucy to go back to weeding the grave, she saw something 
move in the grass near where Lucy was lying. She 
strained her eyes to see what made the grass move. And 
then she could see what it was. It was Malcolm. Malcolm 
was crawling on his belly to spy on his at his naked 
sister. Mary's first thought was to yell at him and 
drive him away, but she hesitated. 

Malcolm crawled within ten feet of where Lucy was 
laying. Malcolm's approach was at where Lucy's head was 
laying. He stopped at the edge of the tall grass and 
watched Lucy intently. He could only see her breasts 
from where he was hidden. Soon after Malcolm's arrival, 
Lucy began to get fidgety. 

She drew her knees up and began to open and then close 
her knees in a nervous rhythm. She sat up for a moment 
and reached into her backpack and withdrew a book. She 
opened the book to a place marked by a bookmark and 
began to read. The nervous moving of her legs 
continued. After a few minutes of reading Lucy stood up 
and stretched and yawned. Mary thought that she was 
going to get dressed and go to the house, but she 
didn't, instead she lay down again and positioned 
herself so that her legs were facing Malcolm.

Mary could see that Malcolm then had an unobstructed 
view of Lucy's genitals. Lucy continued the nervous 
movements of her legs. Opening and then closing her 
legs. While her knees were the furthest apart, Malcolm 
could see right into his sister's vagina. 

Surly Mary must put an end to this right away; it can't 
go on any longer. But Mary remained still. Something 
was holding her back from stopping this disgusting 
display. Mary felt a warm sensation come over her as 
she watched. It took little time for her to admit that 
watching her son and daughter was sexually arousing. 
Her conscious was telling her to put a stop to this 
right now. But the power was on the side of her that 
was enjoying the scene being enacted below her. The 
battle with her conscious was fought and won by her 
desires to spy on her children. 

As Mary lay down and got comfortable she noticed that 
Malcolm had moved up closer to Lucy, and he had opened 
his trunks and was masturbating himself. Lucy's 
movements with her legs were becoming more rapid, and 
she had put her hand down between her legs and was 
playing with herself. Mary was shocked, she couldn't 
believe what she was seeing, and even more amazing was 
that she was allowing it to happen. 

While Mary was indignant about what she was witnessing 
she felt the warm waves of a sudden climax ripple 
through her body, it was the first climax that she had 
had experienced in quite a while.
 
During her release Mary closed her eyes as the passion 
flowed over her body. When she finally opened them she 
saw that Lucy and Malcolm were laying very still, they 
must have had an orgasm also. Lucy's legs were 
outstretched and spread apart, her arms were laying at 
ninety degrees to her body. Malcolm was lying 
motionless, his hand still in his shorts. 

Mary backed away from the edge of the hill and made her 
way down to the cave. Richard was still fishing as the 
tide came in. The pools would be flooded soon and that 
would be his signal to start class for the day. While 
Mary was preparing the material for her class, Malcolm 
and Lucy came in the shelter laughing and talking. 

"You two sound happy, what have you been doing?" Mary 
asked.

They both looked at each other and tried not to laugh.

"We both went walking and met each other near the 
pond." Malcolm said.

"You sound like you were having a good time." Mary said 
as she tried to analyze their expressions.

'Was it possible that Lucy knew that Malcolm was 
there?' She wondered; 'Malcolm was very close to her. 
Maybe it was a game they played with each other. Should 
I say something to them?' She pondered.

She decided to not say anything, but to wait until 
tomorrow to see if it happens again. Mary did wonder if 
it was time to start teaching the children something 
about sex. She decided to start lessons on sex today.
"Come on children it's time to start." Mary called.

Richard was the last to enter the shelter and sit down. 
The smell of is fishing still lingered about him.

"Children, today we are going to study something 
different." Mary began, "I am going to begin your 
education on human anatomy and sexuality. I have here a 
book that illustrates the body of a man and a woman. I 
will pass it around for you to look at and then answer 
any questions that you might have."

Mary passed the same book to the children that Malcolm 
had been reading yesterday. They grouped around the 
book, pointing and giggling at the figures of a nude 
man on one page and a nude woman on the other. Other 
pages in the book had close up detailed pictures of the 
sexual organs. Mary gave then a few minutes and then 
she collected the book back. 

"Do you have any questions?" Mary asked.

"I do Mommy, what is all that stuff between the legs of 
the man?" Lucy asked.

"That stuff honey, is the male genitalia. That is the 
organ that the male urinates with and it is used to 
reproduce with." Mary explained. 

"Well how does it work then?" Lucy asked.

Mary tried to remain clinical while she explained.
"The male organ consists of a tube of flesh similar to 
one's finger. It is hollow and during elimination of 
urine it conducts urine from the bladder to the outside 
and during reproduction it has another function." 
Mary hoped that this would be enough explanation, but 
it wasn't, Lucy wanted to know more.

"Why would you use the same thing to pee with as you 
use to reproduce, that doesn't make sense?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know honey, that's the way Mother Nature 
designed us." Mary said. "Do you boys have any 
questions?"

"Yes, I do," Said Richard, "Why do women have to keep 
their chests covered and we men don't have to?"

"Yea, why?" Lucy said.

"It's because women's breasts are thought to evoke 
passion in men when they see them, so we women have to 
remain covered. Society has dictated this restriction 
for centuries." Mary explained. 

"So why do we have to obey the rules of a society that 
is so far away?" Lucy asked.

"Because, we won't be here forever, and when we are 
rescued we don't want to look and act like savages, do 
we?" Mary reasoned.

"It's bad enough that this sail cloth is the only 
material we have to make clothes with, you can see 
right through it, if it wasn't for the under garments 
that we wear." Mary said further.

"That's another thing mom, why do we have to wear this 
hot flannel underwear all the time?" Malcolm asked.

"Modesty, that's why, Mary said firmly, "We are going 
to conduct ourselves like civilized human beings while 
we are on this island and that's all there is to it."

"But mom, I sweat and get a rash down there because of 
that darn flannel." Richard said.

"Me too." Said Malcolm.

"I do too Mom, see." Lucy slid her shorts down below 
her navel so far that the top of her pubic hair showed, 
there also was redness on her skin that indicated a 
painful rash.

"Lucy!!" Mary yelled, "you're showing the boys 
everything that you have!"

"Oh Mom, they're my brothers, they don't care." Lucy 
said.

Lucy stood up and walked over to her mother and dropped 
her shorts even further. She also faced her brothers as 
she showed her mother the rash. She had pulled down the 
shorts until the top was below her down covered pubis. 
Mary tried to position herself between Lucy and the 
boys but Lucy moved in such a way as to keep within the 
boys' field of view. Mary had to examine Lucy quickly 
so that she could pull up her shorts again.
 
Upon investigation Mary determined that the flannel was 
indeed causing the rash and Lucy was given permission 
to forgo the flannel underwear.

"Can I take it off now?" Lucy asked.

"Yes dear, take it off now." Mary said with some 
reservation.

Lucy began to immediately drop her shorts. "No! Not 
here Lucy!" Mary cried, "Go in the cave and change."

Lucy trotted off into the cave to change her clothes.

"Now boys do you have any questions?" Mary asked.

"Yes mother, I have one," Richard said, "Why does my 
penis swell up and hurt sometimes?"

Mary was afraid she would be faced with a question like 
that.

"It's a sign that you are growing up Richard, that 
swelling happens when men get sexually aroused around a 
woman, it swells up now as sort of exercise for when it 
is used for intercourse with your wife someday." Mary 
explained.

"But Mom, what if we never see another woman again, 
what do we do then?" Malcolm asked.

Mary was becoming flushed, she was sure that the boys 
could tell that she was getting aroused. She tried to 
answer as best as she could.

"I believe that there is a way that you can relieve the 
discomfort, boys, it's called masturbation." Mary said, 
her voice was starting to falter.

Just than Lucy returned, wearing the same white sail 
cloth on the top and bottom. She had rolled up the legs 
of the shorts so that they were very short shorts. As 
Lucy passed in front of the window opening, the bright 
sun penetrated the sheer material exposing Lucy's 
intimate places to view. 

"Oh mommy this feels so much better, thank you." Lucy 
said as she gave her mother a hug.

The boys' eyes glazed over as they stared at her 
budding nipples and dark patch of hair between her legs 
that could be seen briefly if the material came in 
contact with her skin. 

Lucy felt her brother's eyes on her and their looks; …… 
no, their stares gave her a new warm feeling.

Mary was sorry that she allowed Lucy to remove the 
undergarments, but there was nothing she could do about 
it now. The class continued.

"Did I miss anything?" Lucy asked.

"We were just talking about masturbation." Richard 
said.

"What's that mommy?" Lucy asked.

Mary was really nervous; she hadn't planed on this 
discussion.

"I was explaining to the boys that there is a way for 
them to get relief from a condition that boys get 
sometimes." Mary said.

"What condition do boys get mommy?" Lucy asked.

The boys started to grin as Mary wrestled with the 
question.

"Well honey, boys have a problem with their penises 
sometimes, and they have to rub themselves in order to 
get relief." Mary explained. 

"Where do they have to rub?" Lucy asked. The boys 
almost lost control of themselves when Lucy asked the 
question. Mary started to smile; she was beginning to 
see the humor in the situation. 

"They have to rub their penises Lucy," Mary said, as 
she was about to join the boys in laughter. 

"What is so funny?" Lucy asked quite indignantly.

"Oh honey, were sorry, we're not laughing at you, it's 
just a subject that I'm uncomfortable with and the boys 
know it, so they are laughing at me, trying to explain 
something that they probably know more about than I 
do." Mary explained.

Mary turned the tables on the boys; "Richard, Malcolm, 
do you want to explain to your sister what the 
condition is that I was talking about?" 

The boys were silent, they looked at each other but 
they didn't or couldn't speak.

After giving them an embarrassing amount of time to 
answer, Mary again resumed the lecture.

"To answer your question Lucy, the boys are sometimes 
afflicted with a condition called an erection." Mary 
said. 

Mary had gained a degree of confidence since she was 
able to embarrass the boys into silence. Her voice was 
more assured as she continued.

"An erection is, and I think that there is a picture of 
a penis in an aroused state, yes here it is." Mary said 
as she handed the opened book to Lucy. 

Lucy stared at the erect penis on the right page and 
compared it to the flaccid penis on the left.
"Good God, it's huge!!" Lucy said. "Does this happen to 
you?" She said as she pushed the book under the boy's 
noses.

The boys looked at their mother before they answered. 
At her nod, they attempted to answer their sister.
"Yes, that's what happens sometimes." Malcolm said.

"How about you Richard, does this happen to you?" Lucy 
asked him not believing for one minute that this 
condition was possible for the human body to endure.

"Well, y-yes." Richard stammered.

"I don't believe it." Lucy said.

"Mom are you all playing a joke on me?" Lucy asked.

"No honey that is exactly what happens to boys at 
times." Mary assured her.

"I would have to see it for myself to believe it." Lucy 
stated.

"I'm afraid that that is impossible." Mary said.

"Why can't they show me, mom; how am I going to learn 
anything about boys if you all keep it a secret." Lucy 
said. Lucy became somewhat indignant.

"Lucy the boys can't go around showing themselves to 
their sister and their mother, it just isn't right, you 
will have to be satisfied to look at the pictures." 
Mary said as she closed the book, signaling the end of 
class for the day. 

"Mother can we take off our underwear now?" Malcolm 
asked.

"Yes boys lets try it with out your underwear and see 
if it clears up the rash." Mary said.

The boys ran into the cave to change. Mary put away the 
books and Lucy went over to the sink to clean up the 
last of the breakfast dishes.

"Mom, do you have that rash too?" Lucy asked.

"I'm afraid I do honey, but I don't think that I could 
go without my underwear." Mary said.

"If you don't, mother, you could get infected and die 
like dad did, don't be such a prude and think of your 
health, what would we do without you?" Lucy said.

"You are right of course honey, I'll do it, I'll change 
as soon as the boys are out of the cave." Mary said.

The boys emerged out of the cave and stood and posed, 
waiting for approval. 

"What do you think?" Malcolm said.

The suits didn't look too bad, but they were dry and 
loose, very loose, the pant legs were very large, they 
would have to watch how they sat down and not leave 
anything hang out. Mary thought. 

Lucy noticed movement in their shorts when they walked, 
their undergarments used to hold everything tight, but 
now she could see something hanging down in Malcolm's 
pants. It looked like something was almost long enough 
to hang out into the open.

"This feels so much better," Richard said. "Thanks 
mom." He added.

"You boys be careful you're not as well covered as you 
were, I may have to make you shorts that are a bit 
tighter." Mary suggested.

"They fit just fine." Malcolm said.

Mary could see the same thing that Lucy saw, Malcolm's 
penis was about to peek out of his trunks. Mary should 
make him put his underwear back on, why didn't she 
insist on it; was it because she like seeing him dangle 
under his suit? She caught herself staring at it, and 
had to look away. 

The boys left the shelter to go swimming in the lagoon. 

"Are you going to change now mommy?" Lucy asked.

"Yes dear I think I will." Mary said.

Mary made her way back into the cave. Lucy followed 
close behind.

"You can go swimming with the boys if you want to." 
Mary said

"I know mom, but I wanted to ask you some more about 
the boys." Lucy said.

"What did you want to know honey?" Mary said as she 
started to pull her garment off. 

"How do the boys use that thing for reproduction?" Lucy 
asked.

"Oh honey are you ready for this discussion, I don't 
think that I am. Mary replied.

"Do you want me to ask Malcolm?" Lucy said sincerely.

Mary looked at Lucy to see if she was kidding, she 
didn't seem to be kidding. Mary felt that she had no 
choice but to explain to her young daughter about human 
reproduction.

"OK honey here goes; remember when we talked about 
their penises swelling up?" 

"Yes." Lucy replied.

"The reason that it swells up is because it has to 
become rigid enough to be able to enter a woman's 
vagina; that opening between our legs." As Mary 
explained, she was stepping out of her garment; she had 
not been nude in front of Lucy for a long time. 

"Do you mean that that thing goes up inside me?" Lucy 
said.

"I'm afraid it does honey." Mary said. She regretted 
her choice of words. "Afraid" would indicate an 
unpleasantness. Sex was not unpleasant for Mary. It was 
quite the opposite. Mary often thought that she could 
have been a very good prostitute. She had to subdue her 
natural wanton desires around her straight laced 
husband.

Mary was separating her blanket material underwear from 
her outer garment as she spoke. She began to get 
dressed again when Lucy laid her hand on Mary's arm to 
stop her.

"Wait mom, you are so beautiful, could I just look at 
you for a minute before you cover up?" Lucy asked.

"Why honey, thank you for the compliment, I guess I 
could wait a minute, I feel a little embarrassed, but I 
guess its okay." 

Mary straightened up and let her garment fall to the 
thatched floor. Lucy's eyes stared intently at her 
naked mother. She walked around Mary and carefully 
looked her over from head to toe. Mary became very 
uncomfortable, she didn't know what to do with her 
hands, her first reaction was to cover herself, but 
Lucy wanted to see her, so that wouldn't work. Finally 
she stood still with her hands at her side and allowed 
Lucy to look her over. 

Lucy came nearer, she reached out and touched Mary's 
right breast. Mary shuddered, but she allowed Lucy to 
explore the soft contours and she even allowed Lucy to 
roll the hardened nipple between her fingers. Mary 
became very aroused. Mary didn't want Lucy to ever stop 
touching her. Mary extended her chest towards Lucy as 
encouragement to explore as long as she wanted to, 
after all this was part of Lucy's education.

"Will I have pretty breasts like this someday Mom?" 
Lucy asked.

It took Mary a half a minute to answer. "Yes honey," 
Her voice was soft and heated; you will have breasts 
prettier than these someday."

Lucy continued to explore Mary's body. One hand drifted 
down to the thick patch of hair covering her womanhood 
while the other hand still cupped Mary's breast. 

"Is this where boys put their thing in, down here?" 
Lucy whispered.

"Yes honey," Mary's voice was huskier now as she 
answered.

Lucy's finger ventured between the folds of Mary's 
vagina.

"Mother, I have a little thing between my legs that 
gets very sensitive, do you have the same thing?" Lucy 
asked.

Mary could no longer answer Lucy's questions. She had 
lost all control of all her senses. Her answer to her 
daughter's question was to move her feet farther apart, 
allowing Lucy more access to her. 

Lucy felt the warmth and wetness of her mother's 
aroused opening. It was similar to her own opening when 
she probed herself with her fingers. Lucy looked for 
the little knob inside her mother; that in her own body 
brought her so much pleasure. 

When her finger finally made contact with Mary's 
clitoris, Mary almost collapsed to the floor. Lucy 
tucked her shoulder under her mother's arm to support 
her until she could lower them both to the matte floor. 

Once Mary was lying down, Mary shamelessly open her 
legs to allow Lucy complete access to her dripping 
vagina. Lucy sat up with her hand between her mother's 
legs. She looked down at her mother's beautiful body as 
she manipulated the wet folds and the little hardened 
knob. 

Mary held Lucy's hand hard against her breast. Mary's 
eyes were closed as she gyrated her hips to the 
sensations that were racking her body. Suddenly but not 
unexpectedly Mary came; her body rose off the floor and 
her legs came together trapping Lucy's hand between 
them. Mary gave out with a long high pitched scream and 
then a low moan. 

Lucy understood what was happening, because she had 
felt the same thing when she would play with herself at 
the pool.

Finally, Mary relaxed her hold on Lucy's hand. Lucy 
slowly removed her fingers.

"Oh honey," Mary said, "I'm so sorry that that 
happened, I don't know what came over me. That should 
never happen between a mother and a daughter." However 
Mary was still holding Lucy's hand against her breast. 

"It's ok mom, it's something you must have needed, or 
it wouldn't have happened." Lucy said as she squeezed 
Mary's breast and was still trailing her fingers over 
her Mother's vagina.

"Oh I needed it alright, I have been so frustrated 
since your father passed away, maybe this was meant to 
be." Mary reasoned. "But how did you know that I needed 
that?"

"I don't know mom, it's just that when I saw you naked, 
everything after that came naturally." Lucy said.

"Came naturally is right, I certainly "Came" naturally. 
Mary said, That's what you call what just happened, 
it's called coming, or climaxing, what ever you call 
it, it was wonderful, thank you for giving me so much 
pleasure."

"I had fun doing it mom." Lucy said. She was still 
toying with her mother's opening, becoming more 
invasive as they talked.

"Lucy you had better stop what you are doing down there 
or you will have me screaming again." Mary warned.

"So what's the harm mom, you probably need this." Lucy 
exemplified her statement by inserting her finger deep 
into her mother.

"Oooohhh God, that feels good." Mary said as her hips 
started to move again.

Lucy concentrated on going deep this time, she wanted 
to see what the insides of a woman was like so she 
explored the depth and probed all the surfaces that her 
little finger could reach. The result was that it was 
driving Mary crazy with desire; Lucy was not doing 
anything in long enough duration to allow Mary to reach 
a second orgasm. She became very frustrated.

"LUCY!! your teasing me, please don't tease me." Mary 
cried.

Lucy was enjoying this new power that she had over her 
mother, by just a flick of her finger she could give 
her mother pleasure or by not doing it right she could 
keep her hanging forever. 

Lucy continued to slowly rub the tip of her finger 
against the upper inside of her mother. Her finger was 
brushing against Mary's "G" spot. If she would only rub 
it faster and a little longer, Mary could get off 
again.
 
Mary was at the point of utter frustration, when Mary 
reached down to stimulate herself, Lucy took her hand 
away and held it. Mary was doing everything possible to 
add more stimulation to Lucy's hand. She would roll and 
buck and slam her legs together to try to get off. Lucy 
was good at only doing the bare minimum to keep her 
mother on the edge. Mary's head was twisting from side 
to side as she struggled for her release. 

Finally Lucy relented and drove an additional finger 
inside and massaged the membrane that seemed to drive 
her mother crazy. 

Mary screamed again. She said nothing discernable, but 
it was clear that she was enjoying Lucy's hand very 
much.

Lucy got up and let her mother sleep, she was either 
sleeping or in a coma from the intense pleasure that 
she had experienced. As Lucy stepped outside the boys 
came running up to the hut.

"Is everything ok, we thought that we heard mother 
yelling?" Malcolm said.

"She's ok, Lucy said, "We were just singing."

"Where is she?" Richard asked.

"She's sleeping in the cave." Lucy said.

Richard made a motion to go in and see for himself.

"I wouldn't go in there; she doesn't have any clothes 
on." Lucy warned.

Malcolm started to go in taking long strides towards 
the cave opening.

"I warned you." Lucy said as she followed them into the 
cave.

The boys and Lucy stopped at the cave entrance, the 
three of them blocked out most of the light but you 
could still see the beautiful woman lying there, naked 
with her legs splayed wide apart. The lips of her 
vagina were flush with excitement and open to their 
gaze. The boys were awestruck; they stood staring at 
their mother. 

"I told you guys, if she ever catches you, you are 
going to be in big trouble." Lucy warned. 

"The brothers could not move. Mary lay on the reed mat, 
with her arms outstretched as if inviting another 
lover. Lucy gently pulled at Malcolm's arm, but he 
shook her off.

"She is so very beautiful." Malcolm said.

"She certainly is." Richard agreed. 

Mary became aware that someone was whispering as she 
came out of her passion-induced coma. As she returned 
to consciousness she began to understand what was 
happening. Her sons were looking at her, as she lay 
there completely naked. 

She first felt embarrassment then something else 
happened that she was aware of. She was becoming 
sexually aroused again, even after being satisfied 
twice earlier by her daughter. She lay perfectly still. 
She could hear Lucy trying to get them to leave.
 
'I hope that they stay' she thought to herself.

The boys remained and Lucy gave up trying to get them 
to leave. Instead she took up a spot inside the cave 
and away from the opening that allowed more light to 
come in the darkened room. The brothers moved inside 
also. 

The bright sunlight streamed in and shown directly on 
the form of their mother; much like a spotlight. Mary 
felt the light and the heat hit her body; she was aware 
of where the children were standing. She was also aware 
that she was becoming very wet and very aroused. She 
had uncontrollable urges to move her legs in an attempt 
to relieve the itch that was driving her crazy. She had 
to move her legs, she did; she opened her legs and 
lifted her left knee, exposing more of herself to her 
children.

Lucy stood on one side of the open doorway and her 
brother's were on the other side of the open door. She 
was more interested in watching their reaction to 
seeing their mother naked, then looking at her herself. 
She noticed the protrusion developing in the front of 
their loose shorts. The fullness of the material 
allowed their penises to poke out almost straight ahead 
of them. 

Mary's head was full of the things that she should do 
to stop this invasion of her privacy. Was she too 
embarrassed to make them go away, no, she didn't feel 
embarrassment, she felt exhilarated. She was enjoying 
this. She wanted to do more; she wanted to dance around 
the room naked in front of her children. She wanted 
them to touch her. She wanted to hold them against her 
breasts. 

"What's that?" Lucy whispered as she pointed to the 
lumps that were poking out the front of the boys' 
shorts.

The boys looked down at the tents that were growing in 
their pants. Richard cupped both hands over his tent, 
but Malcolm proudly stuck his pointer out further and 
looked at his sister.

"You know what this is, we just learned about it in 
class." Malcolm said pointing at his penis.

"Is that an er—erection?" Lucy stammered out. "Does it 
hurt?"

"No it feels good." Malcolm said. Malcolm gripped 
himself through the material and shook it up and down. 
Richard still tried to hide his embarrassment. 

"What about yours Richard does it hurt you?" Lucy said.

"Waalll, no." No he stammered still holding his hands 
over himself, but now he started to rub his hands over 
the surface of his shorts.

Mary could hear the children talking about the boys' 
erections and it should have made her mad, but it 
didn't, she only felt more aroused, she wanted to hear 
them talk more about their stiff penises. She just had 
to move; lying still was driving her crazy. She brought 
the other knee up and began closing then opening her 
legs in a slow rhythm. It was obvious that was 
impossible be that she could be doing this much 
movement in her sleep.

"Are you going to rub it like mother said you should?" 
Lucy asked.

As though to answer her question, Richard moaned then 
grabbed himself with both hands and ran out of the 
room. There was a growing wet spot in the front of his 
shorts. 

"It looks like Richard is all done rubbing his thing." 
Malcolm said.

"What happened to him," Lucy asked, "It looked like he 
peed his pants and was in a great deal of pain.

"Oh he's alright Lucy, he's just embarrassed to have 
done it in front of you and mother, that's all." 
Malcolm said.

"Are you going to rub it?" Lucy asked.

"I guess I could, mother doesn't seem to mind." He 
said.

They both looked over at the prone figure of their 
mother, they knew that she must be awake; they waited 
to for her to acknowledge them. At first she lay still 
not moving anything, even her legs stopped moving. Then 
she opened her eyes. 

Oh my, I must have fallen asleep," She said. "Malcolm 
are you going to answer your sister's question?" Mary 
rolled over on her side facing Malcolm and Lucy. All 
thoughts of modesty or moral values left her head. Now 
there was only thoughts of erotic pleasure with her 
children. "Well are you?"

"W-what do you mean?" He asked.

"Your sister asked if you were going to rub your penis 
while looking at your naked mother, sooo are you?" Mary 
asked again.

"Do you want me to mom, right here?" He asked.

"I wouldn't mind, would you mind Lucy, would you mind 
if your brother masturbated right here?" Mary asked.

"I wouldn't mind mother, I would like to see his 
thing." Lucy said. 

Malcolm was dumbstruck; he wasn't sure what was 
expected of him. He stood there with a very large 
painful erection protruding out in front of him.

"Well are you just going to stand there with that thing 
sticking out, or are you going to show us what it looks 
like?" Mary teased.

"Yes come on Malcolm show us." Lucy urged.

Malcolm lifted the hem of his shorts and exposed 
himself to his mother and sister. He stood there 
displaying himself first pointing it at Lucy then at 
his mother. He began to smile at the looks of 
admiration coming from his sister and mother.

"Well show us what you do honey." His mother asked.

Malcolm stood there at first and just looked at his 
mother as he slid his hand up and down his shaft. His 
eyes began to glaze over as the feeling of the 
impending climax began to swell up from inside him. 
Mary remained lying on her side in the middle of the 
floor. Lucy joined her mother and sat next to her as 
she watched.

"Come closer dear." Mary said.

Malcolm walked the few steps to where they lay, his 
penis bobbing as he walked he stopped after a few steps 
to step out of his shorts.

"Oh mommy it's so big, what happens to it when he isn't 
excited?" Lucy asked.

"It's just like a balloon honey, it just deflates." 
Mary explained.

"What's that red thing on the end?" Lucy asked.

Malcolm had not resumed his stroking; he was waiting 
until they were done discussing his anatomy before he 
would continue.

"That red thing is where the nerve endings are to make 
intercourse pleasurable, the ridge around the head adds 
pleasure to his partner when the penis is inserted." As 
Mary explained the workings of the male penis, she sat 
up and pointed to the different aspects as she 
explained them. 

Lucy and Mary moved closer to get a better look; their 
faces were very close to Malcolm's penis as they spoke. 
Malcolm stood with his hands on his hips as his 
equipment was being discussed.

Unconsciously he was leaning towards them, the bobbing 
dribbling end of his penis moving ever closer to their 
faces. All three hearts were beating faster with the 
sexual tension in the room.

"Why is it dripping mom?" Lucy asked.

"That clear liquid is lubricant which makes entry into 
the woman easier, here feel it honey, you'll see that 
it is quite slippery." As Mary explained, she captured 
a falling drop of the liquid between her fingers and 
rubbed them together. She motioned Lucy to do the same. 
When Lucy went after her sample, she actually rubbed 
her fingers over the head of Malcolm's penis to get it. 
Malcolm moaned with pleasure.

"Look honey he liked that." Mary said as if Malcolm 
wasn't even there.

"It's so soft, mommy, I've never touched anything so 
soft before." Lucy said.

Mary reached out with her finger and touched the red 
bulbous head. Malcolm moaned again and a large drop of 
precum oozed out. 

"He really likes us to touch him, doesn't he?" Lucy 
said.

"Yes he does honey." Mary said.

"Can I touch him again?" Lucy asked.

"I think that you should ask your brother if he thinks 
its okay, honey." Mary teased.

"It's ok she can touch it, you both can touch it." 
Malcolm replied excitedly. 

Lucy was the first to return to Malcolm's tool, she 
didn't just touch it with her finger, she grasped with 
her whole right hand and squeezed. This caused a flood 
of liquid and the pleasure that it generated caused 
Malcolm to stagger and slump down to the mat. Lucy held 
on tight and never lost her grip. 

Now Malcolm was lying out on the floor, Mary moved 
around until she was on one side of him and Lucy was on 
the other. Lucy loved the feeling of his penis in her 
hand; she never wanted to let it go. 
The fact that she just held it and did not move her 
hand was driving Malcolm crazy.

"What are those things mommy?" Lucy asked as she held 
his tool up out of the way of his scrotum. 

"They are the male testicles, honey, that's where the 
male sperm is stored." As Mary explained, she reached 
between Malcolm's legs and gently lifted the sac of 
goodies up where they both could examine them. Malcolm 
was moaning again, Lucy could feel every beat of his 
heart in her hand. 

"When he ejaculates, he will spurt out a white liquid 
which contains the little sperm. One of the thousands 
of little sperm unites with an egg inside the woman and 
that is how a baby is started." Mary said.

While Mary was explaining the secrets of sex to Lucy, 
Mary's breasts were swaying provocatively n front of 
Malcolm's face. He reached up with his hand and touched 
the underside of his Mother's left breast.. Mary froze, 
she had almost forgotten that she was naked, now her 
son's hand was exploring the soft surface of her 
breast; he paused when he encountered her nipple and 
rolled it around between his fingers. Mary's eyes 
closed and her head rolled back as she pushed herself 
closer to his hand. 

Lucy was looking at Malcolm's testicles and didn't 
notice what Malcolm was doing to his mother. When her 
mother stopped talking, Lucy looked up to see what had 
distracted her. She saw Malcolm's hands moving over the 
surface of Mary's beasts. She saw her mother's 
expression of pure pleasure as his hands worked their 
magic. Lucy wondered if she would ever have his hands 
on her in that way. Someday maybe.

"Ooooooh, Malcolm, honey, you had better stop that. It 
feels too good honey, please stop. Please take your 
hands away?" Mary pleaded.

They knew that if she wanted to have him stop she could 
simply move away, but she didn't, she stayed. Besides 
she still had a hold of his scrotum, which she began to 
gently massage, if she moved away she would have to 
stop feeling him.

Lucy still held on to Malcolm, squeezing him 
occasionally to watch the goo ooze out. Mary reached 
over to Mary's hand and replaced it with her own. She 
began to demonstrate how to masturbate her brother, 
after a few up and down movements she put Lucy's hand 
back to work. It didn't take long before Malcolm 
erupted with long streams of sperm which spattered on 
both women and himself. It took a minute or so for him 
to quiet down and relax after his release. 

Lucy's hand remained around her brother's penis. It was 
covered with spunk. Malcolm stopped his caresses of his 
mother's breast and just laid still. Mary unconsciously 
wiped up a sample of Malcolm's spunk with her finger 
and brought it to her mouth.

"MOTHER! What are you doing?" Lucy asked surprised.

Mary was startled at Lucy's outburst, and then she 
looked at her finger and what she had just done.

"Oh Lucy I guess I wasn't thinking, I was trying to 
remember," she paused. "I was trying to remember what 
it tasted like." Mary said with a far off look in her 
eye.

"Why would you ever taste it in the first place?" Lucy 
asked.

"It's just something that grownups do sometimes," Mary 
said. "Some times women take the man's penis in their 
mouth to give him pleasure."

"And they like that, they like sticking it in your 
mouth?" Lucy asked.

"They like it very much, honey, and when they cum just 
like Malcolm just did, it's good if you at least look 
like you like the taste of it. After a while, you start 
to like the taste, and you start to look forward to 
having a man cum in your mouth so that you can taste it 
again. 

Lucy reluctantly sampled some of the white stuff that 
was still clinging to her hand. Her first reaction was 
she was uncertain if she liked it or not. It would take 
more samples to be able to evaluate the white cream. 
Lucy began wiping up the puddles of sperm one by one 
until she had to hunt for each new sample.

"Lucy, are you going to eat all of Malcolm's spunk?" 
Mary said.

"I can't decide if I like it or not, I know that I 
don't hate it, it has an interesting taste to it." Lucy 
explained.

Malcolm started to come around, he had lain back, 
totally exhausted from his experience. Lucy and his 
mother were talking right over his spent body. His 
erection had gone down but his sister still had a hold 
of his penis.

"Look how small it is now mom." Lucy commented.

"Yes after men have their pleasure, they are all done, 
that's why it is important that the woman gets 
satisfied first when making love." Mary explained. As 
she was speaking, Mary felt Malcolm's hand return to 
her breasts. She couldn't help but to lean towards him 
to encourage him to continue.

"You're going to get your mother all excited again, 
young man, you had better stop that." Mary leaned 
further in to his hands. Soon both of his hands were 
roaming over the soft plush flesh. Mary moaned and 
closed her eyes. Lucy felt new life in her hand. 
Malcolm was returning. 

Mary leaned over and placed her hands on either side of 
Malcolm's head to enable her to hang her breasts over 
his face. He reached up and mauled her breasts almost 
cruelly.

"OH GOD! YES MALCOLM! Squeeze me honey, squeeze you 
mother's tits. Mary was so turned on that she was 
reverting to street terminology during her son's 
manipulations. 

Mary swung her leg over Malcolm until she was sitting 
on his chest. Malcolm was still squeezing his mother 
and she was still moaning out her pleasure. Lucy found 
that she once again had a hand full to stroke. Lucy was 
having trouble stroking Malcolm, her mother was moving 
down Malcolm's torso until there was very little room 
to do Malcolm properly. Mary felt the soft texture of 
Malcolm's penis against her bottom; she also felt 
Lucy's hand as it stroked her brother. Mary raised 
herself up and moved back. 

Now she felt the tip of Malcolm's penis and the 
movement of Lucy's hand against her throbbing vagina. 
She moved her hips until she could feel the hand and 
the penis at the entrance to her garden. She moved back 
and forth against Lucy's hand. 

The lips of her vagina opened up and soon the wet warm 
lips were capturing Lucy's hand with the prize that it 
held. Mary was getting clitoral stimulation and vaginal 
stimulation at the same time. Malcolm was nearing his 
second release. Lucy began to worry; a thought came to 
her head.

"Mom, can you still get pregnant?" Lucy asked.

It took a few seconds for Mary to realize what Lucy was 
saying, then a few more to realize what was about to 
happen. Mary stopped moving and swung her leg over and 
away from Malcolm.

"Oh honey thank you, thank goodness that at least 
you're thinking." Mary said as she hugged Lucy to her. 

"What's the matter, did I do something wrong?" Malcolm 
said.

"No honey, you didn't do anything wrong, it was your 
mother that lost her senses." Mary explained.

"Then what happened, I was almost ready." Malcolm 
insisted.

"I'm sorry my love, but your silly mother was about to 
have intercourse with her own son, if it wasn't' for 
the quick thinking of your little sister, your mother 
might have become pregnant with your child." Mary said. 

"We must never have intercourse with one another, is 
that clear, we shouldn't be doing what we have been 
doing, but once the door is open, it's difficult if not 
impossible to close. I can only assume that we will be 
having this kind of sex again, probably many times 
again, at least I hope so. I need this and I think that 
all need this too. We should call Richard in here so 
that we can discuss ground rules. Would you go get him 
Lucy?" Mary said.

"Sure mom." Lucy bounded out of the hut.

"Well young man, how do you like seeing your mother 
naked?" Mary asked.

"I like it very much, mom, will I see you naked very 
often?" He asked.

"I don't know, that's one of the things that we have to 
discuss when Lucy and Richard come back." Mary replied. 
"Would you want me naked all the time?" 

"I wouldn't mind it, that's for sure." He said.

"Would you like to go around naked all the time?" Mary 
asked.

Mary was sitting on the floor next to Malcolm as they 
talked. Malcolm was flat on the floor mat, his hands 
behind his head. His penis was flaccid when Lucy left, 
but as they talked his erection began to return.

"I wouldn't mind being naked, except when walking in 
the tall grass it might be a good idea to wear 
something." He said.

Mary noticed that he was becoming aroused again.

"I guess seeing your old mother naked is making you 
uncomfortable." Mary said looking at his penis which 
was almost at full attention. "Maybe I should cover 
up." 

Mary started to stand up. Malcolm reached out and held 
her arm. When Mary sat back down Malcolm moved his hand 
from her arm to her left breast. Mary placed her hand 
over his and pressed it against her as hard as she 
could. 

"Don't be afraid to squeeze my breasts as hard as you 
can, my son, I love it when you are rough with me." 
Mary said.

Malcolm replied by squeezing her as hard as he could, 
until he could see the pain in her eyes, then he 
released his hold, in fear that he had indeed hurt her.

"Don't stop, Malcolm, squeeze me, use both hands and 
squeeze me." Mary pleaded.

Malcolm did as he was told, Mary moaned as she felt the 
beginnings of another orgasm.

When Richard and Lucy walked into the shelter, they saw 
Malcolm cruelly squeezing their Mother's breasts, and 
Mary was moaning from the effect. Richard rushed in and 
yelled at his older brother.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?" Richard yelled.

Mary opened her eyes and held out her arms to stop 
Richard from doing something to his brother. 

"It's ok Richard. I like what Malcolm is doing, he's 
pleasuring his mother." Mary quickly said.

Lucy held on the Richard's arm in her attempt to stop 
him.

"Sit down son; we have a lot to discuss this after 
noon." Mary said. 

"Today some things have happened that will change our 
life around here to a great degree. I think that it was 
Malcolm's words when he asked, what would happen to us 
if we never got rescued? I thought about that and I 
decided that since you might someday try to have some 
sort of sex with each other, that it would be best if 
we had a limited amount of sex to sort of take the 
edges off our natural desires. I must admit that it is 
somewhat a selfish decision on my part, since I have 
today and will in the future experience a great deal of 
pleasure from my children
. 
"The question arose, should I or could I remain naked. 
I personally think that I would enjoy being naked, but 
I need feed back from you, especially Richard, he 
wasn't here for most of our discussions."

"Another thing, it is important that when you boys 
ejaculate, you keep your juices from getting anywhere 
near the area between Lucy's, or my legs. If you spill 
any of your seed and a drop of it lands near the lips 
of our vagina, then we could become pregnant. 

This means of course that there will be no intercourse; 
that is you will never put your penises inside our 
vaginas, even if we loose our good sense and beg you 
to. That almost happened this afternoon. I got so 
excited when Malcolm was squeezing my breasts that I 
almost sat on his penis, and he almost entered me. If 
it wasn't for Lucy's quick thinking, I might be 
pregnant right now." Mary instructed.

"So here are the rules; Number one and this is somewhat 
selfish on my part, there will be no type of sexual 
activity that involves touching each other, unless I am 
present. This is to assure that there will be no 
intercourse, it is essential that this rule be obeyed 
above all others, if Lucy or I get pregnant we could 
die, and if the child were born, there are chances that 
it would not be a normal child. If you wish to be alone 
somewhere and masturbate, that's up to you, if you wish 
to masturbate in front of us at any time, that would be 
alright too."

"I know that some of what I am saying might make you 
feel uncomfortable, these activities are in no way 
mandatory. I think that we will be happier if we can go 
naked if we want to If we feel like we need to release 
sexual frustration, then we should be able to do that 
with anyone else that is willing.

At this time I would like to describe some of the 
activities that will be allowed; If you boys want me 
to, I will be happy to stroke your penises for you 
until you ejaculate. In turn I may want you to use your 
fingers in me or touch my breasts.

If Lucy wishes, she may stroke you also, but she is not 
under any obligation to service you if she does not 
want to. I on the other hand, feel obligated to service 
my men at their request at any time. You boys are not 
to put your fingers inside Lucy, you might break her 
hymen. The Hymen is the membrane that guards the 
opening to her cervix, when the hymen is broken she is 
no longer considered a virgin. The loss of her 
virginity is her decision to be made when she is older. 

Later on when we get more comfortable with each other I 
will allow the boys to put their penises in my mouth 
and I will suck them until they ejaculate. Don't worry 
about your spunk; I happen to like the taste. Also 
there is a sexual activity where the male inserts his 
tongue inside the vagina of the woman. I may ask any of 
you to do that to me, even you, Lucy. The boys may lick 
Lucy between her legs if she wants you to. Please 
oblige her if she asks you, it feels wonderful to a 
woman."

"Are there any questions?" Mary asked.

Mary was so aroused, from her explicit discussion, that 
her nipples were rigid knobs.

"Mom, what did you mean about... the lips of your 
vagina?" Richard asked.

The family members were all sitting around in a circle; 
Malcolm and Mary were the only ones naked. In an effort 
to answer Richard's question, Mary stood up and stood 
in front of the boys. She spread her legs and opened 
her vagina with her fingers. Richard and Malcolm almost 
bumped heads trying to get a better look their mother's 
opening. Lucy giggled at their exuberance. 

"Watch out mom, they might stick their noses in there 
just trying to get a better look." Lucy said laughing.

Then, they all laughed.

Mary became so affected by having the boys looking at 
her most intimate parts that she didn't want to stop 
showing them. She thought that she should continue the 
instructions and use her vagina as the subject, just to 
keep them staring at her.

"You see boys, when making love to a woman you will 
someday put your penises inside here and ejaculate your 
seed deep inside her." Mary was becoming so excited 
that she could feel the juices flowing out of her.

"Look mom, you're leaking." Richard said.

And indeed she was, the excitement caused Mary to 
discharge a steady stream of lubrication which flowed 
over her fingers that were holding herself open.

"That's normal for a very aroused woman." Mary 
explained.

"Why are you aroused, mom?" Malcolm asked.

"I'm aroused because I am showing my open vagina to my 
two young sons, that's what's making me aroused." Mary 
answered.

"Where exactly does the man's penis go, mom?" Richard 
asked.

"It goes right up inside here." Mary said, she let go 
of one side of her pubis and inserted her right index 
finger as deep as she could go.
 
"You see boys, how easy my finger went inside me." Mary 
said. "Would you like to try putting your finger in me 
just to see what it's like?"

Mary withdrew her finger and offered herself to Malcolm 
to try first; she was becoming weak in the knees from 
the rush of raw sexual tension that she was feeling. 
Malcolm reached up with his finger to try to insert it. 
When Mary felt the first touch of his finger she almost 
collapsed, her legs would no longer hold her. She sank 
to her knees and began to lie down.

"Let's try it with me lying down, it might be easier." 
She said. 

She noticed that Richard was more intrigued with her 
breasts than her vagina; he never took his eyes off 
them. Her nipples were hard and they swayed 
provocatively from side to side as she moved. Her 
slightest movement caused Richard to almost swoon with 
desire. 

Mary got comfortable on the floor; she opened her legs 
and took Malcolm's hand to guide it to her hot wet 
slit. As she held his wrist, he extended his pointing 
finger towards her; she gently folded his pointer 
finger back into his fist and extended his index 
finger. 

"This finger is longer honey, that's why we girls like 
it better." Mary said.

Malcolm, guided by is mother's hand inserted his finger 
inside her. 

"Now wiggle it around and feel the different little 
ridges that are in there." Mary said. She had let go of 
Malcolm's wrist and extended her arms out from her 
body, she was enjoying Malcolm's enthusiastic 
investigation. 

"Richard, would you like to feel mommy's breasts?" Mary 
said.

"Could I mom?" He replied.

Of course darling, come feel me. Mary said.

Richard lost no time in coming to his mother's side. He 
reached out and laid his hand on her hardened nipple.

"You can be rough with mommy if you like darling, I 
like it rough." Mary instructed.

"She does, Rich, I squeezed them as hard as I could and 
she liked it." Malcolm said.

Richard added his other hand to the task and became 
increasingly bolder as he added pressure to his grip.

"Malcolm honey, try pushing your finger in as far as 
you can and then try pointing to my belly button," Mary 
said. 

Malcolm did as instructed.

"OOhh Yess honey! That's the spot, that's the spot! 
You're touching my "G" spot darling and it feels so 
good honey, please don't stop." Mary pleaded. 

"Richard, darling would you please kiss mommy on the 
lips, please darling, kiss mommy on the lips." Mary 
said.

Richard bent over his mother's head and placed his lips 
on hers. Mary reached her arm behind his neck and held 
him as she kissed him. She tried to put her tongue in 
his mouth but his mouth was tightly clenched. 

"Please darling let me put my tongue in your mouth, and 
then give me yours." Mary said.

Mary pulled him down and resumed the kiss. This time 
there was no resistance, she probed his mouth for a 
second or two before Richard felt a rush of passion 
that overpowered him, he began to kiss back 
passionately driving his tongue in her mouth, at the 
same time he mauled her breast unmercifully. 
Malcolm had become familiar with the little ridge deep 
in his mother's vagina that she called her "G" spot, he 
was giving it constant attention. 

It didn't take long, before Mary started to quiver 
under the boy's attention; her screams were muffled by 
Richard's mouth tightly pressed against hers. Malcolm 
had sensed that speeding up the rhythm with his finger, 
gave his mother added pleasure. Finally Mary pushed 
Richard away so that she could scream the announcement 
of her climax. 

Then she had to push Malcolm's hand away from her 
vagina, the feeling there was too intense to endure any 
longer. After pushing the boys away and after she 
regained her composer, she held her arms out to her 
boys inviting them to her for a hug. The two boys went 
to her and she held them to her breasts for a long hug.

"You boys have no idea how wonderful that you have made 
your mother feel today. I am so glad that we have 
dropped our prudish ways. I think that the island will 
be more enjoyable now, don't you?" Mary said.

Oh yes mother, you are the most wonderful and 
understanding mother that I guy could have." Malcolm 
said.

"Richard, how about you, do you think that you will 
like our new arrangements?" Mary asked.

"I don't know what to say, mother, isn't this wrong?" 
Richard said.

"In all other parts of the world, it is my darling, but 
here in our world I think that being open about sex 
will solve a lot of problems, at least I won't be 
sewing quite so much, will I?" Mary said jokingly. "If 
you are uncomfortable about any of this Richard, feel 
free to let us know and we won't include you in our 
activities. Do you want to be left out?" 

Richard thought for a moment, he was still lying with 
his head on his mother's breast.

"I want to see you naked mom, and I like touching your 
breasts, and I really liked the way we kissed, but what 
about what you and dad taught us about abstaining until 
we get married?" Richard asked.

"Honey the rules have changed, they change when we hit 
that damned rock out there, if we had been twenty feet 
on either side of that rock, we would have hit the sand 
and then we could have dug the boat out of the sand and 
been gone. Now we may never be rescued and we all have 
sexual needs, why shouldn't we help each other to get 
satisfaction." Mary reasoned.

"I guess then its ok." Richard said.

"I think that I know your problem honey, I bet that you 
have a lump in your pants that you would like to rub 
right about now, wouldn't you?" Mary teased.

Malcolm was already stroking himself as Mary spoke to 
Richard; he had found one of his mother's nipples and 
was teasing it to rigidity. Lucy sat next to Mary 
feeling a little left out. 

"It sure would feel good right now, if I could rub it. 
Richard said.

"Ok then why don't you remove your trunks, I sure Lucy 
would like to see another penis, I know I certainly 
would." Mary said as she stood up.

"Lucy are we going to see you naked today?"

Richard and Lucy stood up to disrobe. Richard was first 
to be naked, Lucy paused her disrobing when she saw 
Richard's penis standing at attention. 

"Oh mommy isn't Richard's penis cute?" Lucy said.

"Yes honey it is, but I don't think that boys like 
their penises referred to as cute. That's a little too 
feminine. You could say that it was big and beautiful, 
or something like that but never cute." Mary said.

"It looks like you boys have a stiff problem to deal 
with, would you like us to leave the room while you 
take care of it?" Mary asked.

Lucy resumed taking off her clothes, when she was 
finished her mother commented on her young beauty.

"Isn't your sister pretty?" Mary walked over to Lucy 
and put her arm around her and led her to where the 
boys were now standing with their erections sticking 
out in front of them.

"Look at those pretty little titties and look she has 
quite a crop of hair down there, almost as much as her 
mother." Mary said.

"You didn't answer my question; do you want us to leave 
you alone?" Mary asked again.

"I would like to look at you while I do it mom." 
Richard said.

"I would like to feel your breasts again, if I could 
mom." Malcolm added. 

"What about your sister, can she stay and watch you?" 
Mary asked.

"Sure she can." They both said, although the boys only 
had eyes for their voluptuous mother. 

Lucy felt slighted; they were not looking at her. She 
thought about ways to make them look her way.

"Do you want us to just stand here and you can watch us 
or can we all get comfortable and sit down?" Mary 
asked.

"You can sit down or lay down if you want to." Malcolm 
stammered.

Mary and Lucy sat down; the boys put their hands around 
their equipment and began to stroke themselves. Mary 
lay down on her side and watched the boys as their 
hands began to move a little faster. Lucy sat up and 
spread her legs and faced the boys looking up at them 
as they stroked themselves. 

She began toying with her opening. When her fingers 
found her little swollen bump, she began to moan.

The boys were attracted by her moans and were awed by 
the sight of their sister rocking back and forth with 
her fingers deep in her pussy. She was so beautiful 
that they ignored their mother for a moment. In that 
moment Lucy reached her peak and began a litany of 
shrieks and moans followed by shudders and 
uncontrollable spasms. 

Her brothers were affected by her sights and sounds. 
They began to fill the air of the cave with their moans 
and their seed. Long ropes of seaman flew out in all 
directions, hitting their mother and their sister and 
each other.

After the cave became quiet, Mary began to clean up the 
sticky goo with her discarded dress. When she went to 
clean up Lucy, Lucy stopped her and began to rub the 
sticky substance into her skin. 

"Don't clean it up mommy, I like how it feels on my 
skin". She said.

Lucy wiped up all of the spunk that she could find on 
any of her family members. There was some on her 
mommy's breast that she rubbed on her stomach. There 
was a lot of goo around the base of Malcolm's penis 
that she rubbed on her legs. When she reached for the 
mess on Richard's legs, Richard flinched as if he 
thought that his sister's hands were going to hurt him. 

When her hands did make contact with his stomach, he 
sighed and his penis twitched noticeably.

Lucy was intrigued at the thought that Richard had such 
control of his organ.

"Do that again." She asked.

"Do what?" Richard replied.

"You know, make your thing jump again." Lucy asked as 
she bent over to get closer to his rising member.

Richard didn't consciously do anything but when Lucy 
moved closer, his penis jumped again.

"That's it, do it again." She said. 

By now Richard could feel the hot breath of his sister 
on his wet cock. Every syllable brought new sensations 
to him. Every breath made him twitch. Every heart beat 
pulsed through his member.

"Mom, look. Richard's penis is alive; it's breathing."

Mary moved next to her daughter to get a better look.

Now there were two breathes cooling the liquid stuck to 
him. Lucy wiped up every gob, every puddle of her 
brother's seed and began rubbing into her shoulders and 
arms.

"What are you doing honey?" Mary asked.

"It's almost like hand cream mommy; remember how good 
hand cream felt on our skin?" It's giving me the same 
good feeling." Lucy said.

***

It was the late afternoon of the same day, when Mary 
looked out of the kitchen window to see the children 
playing in the surf. The tide was too high as yet for 
Richard to be fishing. Malcolm had finished tending the 
garden and Lucy had finished her clean up chores around 
the cave. The children were free to play until supper.

The boys were taking turns tossing Lucy into the high 
waves that crashed into the sandbar a few yards away 
from the beach. The boys would make a point to hold her 
by using one hand across her breasts and the other hand 
grasping her between the legs. She looked like she 
enjoyed every minute of the game. She would actually 
stand with her legs far apart so that one or the other 
brother's hand could cover her mound before they tossed 
her high into the next wave. 

At one point while they rested from the game in knee 
high water, Lucy held on to her brother's penises 
casually as they talked. Even from where Mary watched, 
she could see that the boys were getting aroused. Lucy 
was moving her hands up and down her brother's members 
enjoying the feeling of bringing pleasure to her 
beloved brothers. Up till now they had watched over her 
and protected her all her life. Now it was her turn to 
repay them for years of care by bringing them pleasure 
in any way that she could.

As she casually stroked her brother's, as they talked, 
Malcolm had a wicked idea. He started to pee on his 
little sister. Lucy at first moved slightly at the warm 
feeling against her leg. She was not going to let a 
little piss get her noticeably upset. She casually 
directed the stream between her legs and allowed 
Malcolm to drench her pussy. 

Richard was at first appalled at his brother's actions 
but after seeing that his sister seemed to like it, 
added his stream to the mix. Lucy directed Richard's 
stream against her breasts and some sprayed her chin. 
She licked at a few droplets that landed on her lips.

"MMMMmmmm Good." She said as she licked her lips.

The brother's looked at their sister in amazement.

Mary hadn't seen the pissing game that they played. She 
was busy setting the table. 

Mary smiled, things had certainly become better. Life 
on the island would no longer become the drudgery of 
survival. Now there were activities that made life fun 
again. Mary even had the thought that if a rescue boat 
came by today, she might wave it off and tell it to 
never come back.

Mary called the children to supper.

"What kind of game were you guys playing out there?" 
Mary asked as they sat down.

"I let them grab me between the legs before they threw 
me into the surf; I let them play with my titties too." 
Lucy boasted.

"I saw you with both hands full too, young lady." Mary 
said.

"Yes mother, and do you know what they had the nerve to 
do to me while I was trying to do them a favor. They 
peed on me that's what they did." Lucy said.

"She enjoyed it mom." Malcolm said.

Mary didn't know what to say; the thought of her two 
young sons peeing on her made her knees weak.

"Oh I think that I smell it now. Didn't you wash it off 
Lucy?" Mary asked.

"Well no. I kind of liked the smell on me." Lucy's eyes 
were down cast as she admitted her weird taste.

Mary felt something by the talk and the smell. She 
wasn't sure how she was affected. She sniffed her 
daughter; there was a strong smell of male urine. Yes, 
she liked it; she may want her boys to pee on her some 
time.

"Well if the boys don't mind the smell, I guess we can 
live with it." Mary said.

"If it makes her happy I can live with it." Malcolm 
said.

Richard had no comment.

After the meal they went out to the beach to enjoy the 
sunset. Lucy immediately lay down next to her mother 
and began playing with her mother's left breast. Soon 
she was suckling her like a baby. Mary looked up at the 
boys who were undecided where to lie. 

"Come on one of you get on the other teat and one of 
you get down between my legs and explore where you came 
from." Mary said, a little surprised at her own 
language.

Of course Richard fell to her breast right away. 
Malcolm laid his head on his mother's thigh and began 
the exploration. 

Soon there was the sound of the soft surf, the suckling 
of offspring at their mother's breasts and the quiet 
sighs of Mary as Malcolm gently probed her womanhood. 
How long could the little group stave off the natural 
desire for intercourse and reproduction?

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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