12 comments/ 147266 views/ 23 favorites An Island of Our Own By: Moondrift "What are you reading Russ," Kath asked as she plonked herself down on the divan beside him. "Mmm...what?" "I asked you what you're reading." "Oh...er...some stupid story." "It may be stupid but you certainly seemed to be engrossed in it." "Was I...oh not really; I don't think I'll read any more of it." He laid the book on the coffee table and Kath quickly picked it up. "Mmm, 'The Lost Star'. What's it about?" "A film star who goes out sailing with her son; there's a storm and they get washed up on an island." He stopped speaking and Kath said impatiently, "Well go on." "Of course she's a great beauty and he's a real hunk. When its realised they're missing there's a big hunt for them, but they're not found, so it's assumed they drowned. There's weeping and wailing in the media and everybody says what a wonderful person she was, always concerned for the underdog, would do anything for anybody; all that sort of crap." "Yes, the best way to instant sainthood is to die; people suddenly discover all your virtues, even if you didn't have any. It gives people an excuse for crying." "Yes; so these two are marooned..." "Mrs. Crusoe and son." "Mmm, but her name in the story, would you believe, is Gloria Swanneck." "What's the son's name, Billy Ducklegs?" Russ laughed, "No, he's called Garth Hammer. He's her son by her first marriage to some guy who was heir to the Hammer millions." "I wonder how much she soaked him for when they got divorced?" "It doesn't say, but she's supposed to have been married four times since then." "Made a second profession of it alongside being a film star did she?" "Yes, like a lot of people these days." "Well what happened to them?" "I don't know I haven't finished the story. I'm just at the part where they're building a shelter and fishing and eating wild berries." "Wild berries? Do they know about things like that? I mean, they could get poisoned." Well that's one of the stupid things about the story; these two have spent most of their lives being waited on and grovelled to by servants and the like, and then they suddenly know how to build things and about the berries and so on. And another thing, the story keeps on about how her beauty is enhanced by their life on the island. I reckon she'd turn into an old hay bag trying to stay alive like that." "It is only a story." "Yes, and I've had enough of it." "Where did you get it...oh, I see it's from the library." "I prefer something that's real...you know, that you can believe in. I got another book out; I'll try reading that instead." "What's it called?" "The Bloodstone of Ravensbrook Castle." "Sounds very believable, darling," Kath said dubiously. "Yes, I think I'll go to bed and start reading it there. Goodnight mum." "Give your mother a kiss then." Russ gave her smacking kiss on the lips and departed for bed. Kath picked up the discarded novel and started to idly glance over the first page. Having glanced she then started to read with increasing interest. Around one thirty in the morning she surfaced. She sighed, it was pity to stop at the bit where Garth was in the process of rescuing Gloria from a giant crocodile, but she had to go to work in the morning. She glanced at her watch and muttered, "My God, it is morning," and hurried off to bed taking the book with her. When she woke in the morning the book was laying beside her pillow and the bed light still on. She'd continued reading in bed but had finally dropped off to sleep despite her attempts to carry on reading. She didn't feel in the least like going to work but since there had been no equivalent of an heir to the Hammer to millions in her life, work it had to be. "Why couldn't I be like Gloria," she asked herself. Then remembering the nights on the backseat of a car, muttered, "The bastard disappeared as soon as I got pregnant." She got off the bed and headed for the shower. When she'd got her nightdress off she surveyed herself in the mirror. "Definitely no Gloria," she sighed. Taking another look at herself she modified her opinion. "Not so bad really though" There had been a number of guys who had taken an interest in her since Russ' birth but she'd kept the relationships low key, being too wary to get entangled. For much of her sexual gratification she relied on her dildo and vibrator. "At least they have to remain faithful," she told herself, "even if I don't." When she was using the dildo she felt she was being unfaithful to the vibrator, and visa versa. She finished showering and naked fled back to her bedroom hoping Russ would not see her. She dressed for the office, and then placing an old checkout slip between the pages of the book took it with her to the kitchen were Russ was just finishing breakfast. "You reading that?" he asked as he rinsed some plates. "Yes, I like it." "A lot of romantic rubbish, have you got to the bit where they..." "Don't you dare Russ Collins; you'll spoil the story for me. Have you left me any bread?" "Yes, I got a new loaf out of the freezer, shall I make you some toast?" "Yes please darling, I'm running a bit late this morning. What time are you off?" "First lecture's not until eleven so I'll clear up in here if you like." "Would you have time to vacuum the lounge as well?" "Sure." "You are a good boy." "I'm not a boy and I do have to look after my hard working mum." "You're a good man then. If you're looking after me would you rescue me from a giant crocodile like Garth did for his mother?" "No, I don't think so. I might manage a stumpy tailed lizard, but nothing bigger." "But they're only about thirty centimetres long!" "That long? I'll have to think of something smaller." "Beast; I take back what I said about you being good." "Seriously mum, I don't think I've ever thanked you properly for all you've done for me." "Yes, you have, lots of times, and don't say anymore or you'll make me cry." "Here's your toast mum, would you like some coffee?" "Yes please." "You know mum, I often think that when I finish university and get a job it'll be my turn to really do the looking after. You wouldn't have go out to..." "I said don't say anymore...look you've got me all tearful and it'll make my eye makeup run...oh God I've forgotten to do my eyes." "You don't need to make them up mum, you've got lovely eyes." "Have I? Oh stop it. Is the coffee ready?" "Here you are." "Thanks." Kath gulped a mouthful of coffee. "Oh my God that's hot." "It's supposed to be hot." "Yes but...I've got to get a move on or I'll be late." Kath managed to sip her way through the coffee and finding she'd forgotten her bag rushed to the bedroom, grabbed it, and hurtling back to the kitchen put the novel in the bag and headed for the door. She stopped, "Oh, and would you look in the post box before you leave to see if we've got any letters. There might be one be with a big cheque in it." "Big cheque; what for...who from...?" "I don't know, I didn't say there would be, only there might be. We can always hope can't we?" She disappeared through the door as Russ called after her, "Hope springs eternal." During her lunch break Kath read more of the novel and if one of the other women hadn't tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Time to get back Kath," she might have read on for the rest of the afternoon. Arriving home around five forty she found Russ up to his elbows in cooking. "Only vegetables and chops," he announced, "I'm not much good with the haute cuisine." "Still looking after me?" "Why not; mother's like you are hard to come by so I don't want to lose you." "That's what Garth says in the book, or something like that." "Still reading it are you. I don't know why he'd say that, I'll bet she was a lousy mother." "Well in the book their relationship is really touching." "Yes, but in real life..." "Like that Bloodstone thing you're reading?" "In real life I'll bet it isn't like that. I mean four stepfathers? Five including his real father; I don't think I'd have liked even one stepfather." "No, that's what I thought," Kath said dryly. Russ looked at her searchingly for a moment. "I've often wondered why you've never...." "If you're going to say what I think you're going to say, then don't....and look out, the vegetables are boiling over." "Oh bugger," Russ cursed as he made a grab for the saucepan; "Bloody hell that's hot." "Yes, like the coffee this morning it's supposed to be hot; use a cloth." "Do you think they'll be overcooked?" "What are they?" "Potatoes and parsnip...oh bloody hell the Brussel sprouts are boiling over now." "How are the chops coming along?" "I don't know they're under the griller." "Well take a look...oh never mind I'll do it." Somehow between them they managed to get food on plates. As it turned out the vegetables were fine, but the chops bore a distinct resemblance to charcoal. Kath made no comment, but Russ muttered as if to justify his cooking, "I'm good at fish and chips." "Then lets have that tomorrow; there's fish in the refrigerator but don't try making the salad, I'll do that." "Okay," Russ replied, as he tried to cut one of the chops. Finally he had to resort to breaking pieces off with his teeth. When they had cleared up Kath grabbed the novel and made a dash for the divan before Russ could stretch out on it. She settled down to reading, and Russ, seeing he had been forestalled, said he would go to his room to study. Kath suspected he would read his Bloodstone novel, but she said nothing because she was already absorbed in the story. Soon Kath was completely immersed in the island adventures of Gloria and Garth. The fact that this beauteous couple would hardly remain in the pristine state they were in when they set out sailing did not seem to matter, although Kath did wonder how, since they had been washed ashore, Gloria managed to keep her long blonde hair gleaming and untangled. Kath had reached the point in the story where the castaways' clothing was disintegrating. They thought of animal skins, but the only suitable creature they could discover on the island was a small mouse-like animal that proved elusive, and in any case they would have needed hundreds of the little creatures to give them even minimal coverage. Then they discovered some bushes with long wide fibrous leaves, and these they sewed together and thus maintained a modicum of modesty. The writer failed to mention what they used for thread and needles. Gloria was presented in many poses throughout the book; standing on a low cliff in profile to Garth who was down on the beach, Gloria's beautiful, large swelling breasts were seen to great advantage; naked on the beach together they ran into the surf, "Her long sender legs carrying her like a bird over the sand;" one dark and stormy night Gloria was frightened by the thunder and lightening, and Garth "held her lovely body protectively to him all night." The best bit was the crocodile rescue; Kath read that several times. The monster's jaws were about to sink into Gloria's rump, Garth pulled her to safety and thrust a stake sharpened at both ends into the creature's mouth, much to its discomfort. It was marvellous the speed with which this young man could operate, and how he could conjure a sharpened stake out of nowhere. As the book drew to a close mother and son decided they did not want to be rescued. They had found a new Garden of Eden, far away from the stress and strain of "that other world." In this respect the story ended badly because the military decided to hold field exercises. This included the bombing of the island by the air force and shelling by the navy to be followed with a landing by the army. The castaways were found dead in each other's arms. No disfiguring injuries were mention which is surprising since the island vegetation had been all but obliterated by the bombardment. The bodies were discovered by a young officer of poetic bent who, recognising Gloria cried, "Why, it is Gloria Swanneck, she is beauteous even in death." Kath was glad it had been an officer who found the couple, for had it been a private he would in all probability have exclaimed, "'Ere, it's that fuckin' actress with the big tits." Kath closed the book with a sigh and a tear in her eye. She lay back going over the story in her mind. As she reviewed what she had read she came to feel vaguely that there was something missing from the story. She couldn't decide what it was, she just knew there was something not quite right. Of course, more discerning readers might have concluded that there were many things not right in the novel. Kath however was an uncritical reader, and like many people, especially women who are lacking romance in their lives, she was inclined to swallow anything that smacked of love and glamour, however farfetched. Russ came in to say goodnight and asked, "Finished the story?" "Yes," Kath quavered, "very sad." "How does it end?" Kath proceeded to give Russ a summary of the story starting at the point where Russ had stopped reading it. There was lots of "He said to her...oh no, before that she said to him...well after that they..." but she finally got to the end. "Have you finished your book?" she asked. "No, I'm just up to the part where the fourth person has just been found beheaded on the Bloodstone." "Fourth person; Gloria had five husbands I don't suppose that was how she got rid of them?" "No, it's a different story." "Yes. You know how I told you that Gloria and her son decided they didn't want to leave the island?" "Yes." "Well wouldn't that make them a bit like husband and wife?" Kath asked. "Yes, I suppose it would." "At least they'd have to stay faithful to each other." "Why?" "Don't be thick Russ, who are they going to be unfaithful with?" "Oh yes, good point. But they weren't really like husband and wife, were they?" "How do you mean?" "Now you're being thick mum. They were mother and son and they wouldn't...er...you know...would they?" "Wouldn't what...oh I see what you mean. It doesn't mention it in the book, but there's lots of bits like, 'He clasped her warm yielding body to him'...that's it." "What's it?" "The missing bit." "What missing bit?" "Look at this way; there's just two of them on an island they can't leave; she's supposed to be a great beauty and I'll bet she'd had a full sex life with five husbands and God knows how many lovers; he's a hunk so I expect he'd been getting around with the girls so..." "And according to you they don't want to get off the island." "That's what the book says..." "So nature takes its course?" "Yes...well they don't have much alternative, do they? Of course there's masturbation or total celibacy but...no I think they'd have ended up..." "But she might have got pregnant. No hospitals, no doctors or midwives, no one." "Yes, that would be a bit awkward, but women must have had babies when there were no hospitals and so on." "You mean crawling to the back of the cave and just giving birth." "It doesn't mention a cave in the book." "It's a metaphorical cave. But they couldn't, I mean mother and son, it's against the law." "What law, they're on an island; the only laws are those they make for themselves." "Yes; but I read somewhere that mothers and sons are never sexually attracted to each other." "Who wrote that rubbish? Of course you get...get..." Kath's voice trailed away. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, and then trying to sound bright Kath went on, "What I was going to say was that I read something about a guy called Frid or Fried in a magazine and according to the article he said that mother's and sons are often sexually attracted to each other." "Really?" "Yes, but the article did go on to say that if a mother did engage in sex with her son she would retard his sexual development." "Well if you're on an island like Gloria and Garth it wouldn't matter would it? I mean, if they are having a satisfying sexual relationship what's to worry if he can't get it up with someone else, there's no one else to get it up with." "You're being crude Russ, but I see what you mean." "So you really think that a mother and son can have..." "My God, look at the time Russ, it's nearly two o'clock and I've got to get up..." "No you haven't, it's Saturday tomorrow." "Ah, I can have a lie in then." "Yes, you stay in bed and I'll bring you breakfast." "Darling that is kind of you, but you know I don't like breakfast in bed, just make it a cup of tea." Russ rose and trying to imitate a butler said, "Just as you say madam." Kath got off the couch and without asking for a goodnight kiss helped her self, letting the kiss linger a bit longer than usual. "Goodnight darling," she said, smiling coquettishly, "I'll see you in bed in the morning." With that she hurried out of the room. Russ was slightly disturbed by the conversation that Kath had cut short, followed by a more than usually ardent kiss, and then her rather provocative exit speech, a speech open to at least a couple of interpretations. In bed that night he lay awake for a while mulling over what had passed between him and his mother. It was the first time they had spoken quite so openly about things sexual, and certainly where that concerned mothers and sons. In the past he had occasionally contemplated Kath as a sexual being, but largely because he wondered why no man had permanently entered her life. He felt that her seductive female curves and heart shaped face framed in dark brown hair would have tempted most men into trying to establish a long term relationship. At such times as he thought about this he caught himself thinking, "If I got her I wouldn't let her go." He was unaware that a number of men over the years had knocked at the door of the fair Kath, and if she had let them in it was only until they started to talk of "getting together permanently." Nor was Russ aware that the one man whom she would have let in on a lifetime basis was the very one who had fled from her when it was discovered she was carrying Russ. His thoughts took up the theme of the book and the island castaways. "Surely they would have," he thought, and then he started to imagine himself and Kath marooned on an island. "Would we?" he wondered. The image intensified and he started to get an erection. He hadn't been to see the obliging lady who living a couple of streets away had initiated him into the joys of the female body for some time. He'd had a couple of years of pleasure with her, but she and her estranged husband decided to "Try again," and that was the end of the affair. Now he had to resort to masturbation, and while spurting out a couple of days accrued semen he fantasised being on that island with Kath as they relieved each other of sexual tension. Even after his ejections had finished and he was relaxing he thought, "I'd do anything she wanted...anything." Sleep finally came, but it was a sleep laced with dreams of the island and Kath. They were naked, and she was sitting astride him and lowering her sex organ onto his penis when he was jerked awake. It was morning and he cursed waking just as the dream reached it climactic moment. Feeling disgruntled he rose and pulling on his dressing gown he left his bedroom and checked on Kath. She always slept with her door partially open so he peeped round it and saw that she was till asleep. He went on to the shower and when he had finished he returned to his bedroom to dress. He checked on Kath again; she was still asleep. He noticed that on the bedside table lay a book that looked very like "The Lost Star." An Island of Our Own Beside it lay an object he had not seen before. As best as he could see at that distance it looked like a length of green plastic, round and about eight inches long with a curious cone shape at one end. He thought he might ask Kath what it was when she was awake. He knew Kath often slept late on Saturday mornings, so he went to the kitchen and prepared and ate some breakfast. After that he decided it was tea making time. Carrying a tray with two cups of tea he went to Kath's bedroom and again checking to see if she was awake he saw her laying on her side reading the book. As he entered she went to place the book on the bedside table and spotting what we know was her dildo laying there she hurriedly stuffed into the draw of the table. Russ was still curious to know what it was, but the speed with which she had withdrawn the object from his sight indicated that asking about it might not be welcome. He smiled and said in his best butler voice, "Good morning madam, your tea." Un-butler like he removed the book from the table, placed it on the floor, and replaced it with the tray, and then sat on the edge of the bed. He continued, "Did madam sleep..." He got no further. Kath sat up to reveal a nightdress that left nothing to the imagination. Russ sat mesmerised by what he was seeing. The neck line of the nightdress had nothing to do with her neck; it plunged down in a vee shape between her breasts which quivered voluptuously with every movement she made. "Pass me my tea, darling," she said in a sultry tone of voice. "Oh by the way darling, do you like my new nightdress, I bought it a couple of days ago, I've decided to call it my island nightdress." Russ had recovered sufficiently from his trance to say in a hoarse voice, "I see your still hanging on to that book, but Gloria doesn't have a nightdress does she?" "No...no she doesn't, but there's no harm in imagining she had one is there...are you all right, you sound a little hoarse; you're not getting a cold are you?" "No...no I'm fine." "Then drink some tea, it might clear your throat." With a trembling hand Russ passed Kath her tea and then took his own cup. "Darling, do be careful, you're slopping tea on the bed covers." "Sorry...er...look, I'll just go and start getting your breakfast ready." "But you brought your tea in; I thought we were going to have a nice chat." "Yes, later, we can chat later," Russ replied, and then putting his cup on the tray and grabbing up the tray started to back out of the room." "You didn't say if you liked my nightdress," Kath called after him. "I-I-it's very nice," Russ croaked faintly as he disappeared through the door. He had a distressingly throbbing erection and he was breathing heavily and his legs felt shaky. For a few moments he leaned against the wall. In doing so he tilted the tray and the cup slid from it to crash on the floor. As he bent to pick up the pieces of the broken cup and saucer Kath emerged from her room. "What are you doing Russ," she demanded. "Oh look at what you've done, there's tea all over the floor." Russ now got a full view of the nightdress, or more accurately, what was beneath it. Kath might just as well have been naked since the sheer white material of the dress hid nothing. Not only could he see her breasts, but her plump mons, a little triangle of pubic hair and a hint of the lips of her vulva. "Are you really all right, darling?" Kath asked, "you don't look very well and you've been behaving oddly this morning. Is there anything I can do for you?" There was certainly something Kath could do for him but he hadn't the courage to ask her for it. "S-s-sorry," he gasped, "accident...accident...tripped...I'll clear it up." Kath knelt beside him and helped to pick up the slivers of broken crockery. Her breasts brushed against his arm. "Y-you go back to bed and f-finish your tea," he stammered. I-I-I'll clean this up and get your b-breakfast ready." He carried the tray with its pieces of broken cup and saucer to the kitchen and noticed he'd cut a finger on one of the shards. "Sod it," he thought, "it's all the fault of that bloody book; that's what started all this." Then he thought, "But she bought that nightdress before she read the book." He gave up trying work out what was going on and washed his finger under the cold water tap, then put an adhesive plaster over the cut. He wanted to go to his bedroom to masturbate but he'd told his mother that he'd prepare her breakfast so he had to delay this means of relief. He heard the distant hiss of the shower, and knowing his mother liked poached egg on toast he set about getting it ready. It was just about ready when Kath entered the kitchen. Russ, if he had thought about it at all, would have expected her to have dressed in day clothes, but she hadn't; she was still wearing her nightdress. In his now heightened emotional condition Russ blurted out the obvious. "Y-y-you're s-s-still wearing y-y-your nightdress." "Yes, I think it's so pretty I thought I'd wear it a bit longer, and you did say it was nice...oh you darling, you've made poached egg on toast for me, come here." "What?" "I said come here...well come on, I won't poison you." Russ' legs felt somewhat powerless but they managed to carry him to Kath. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he soon found out. "I want to give you a thank you kiss darling." Kath pulled close to him and putting her hand behind his head, pulled his face to hers and planted her lips on his. Her lips were moist and warm and her body was pressing against him. When she broke from the kiss she said, "Was that nice darling?" At last Russ could no longer contain himself. Born of his desperate state of sexual arousal the words came rushing up from the depths. "I wish we were on an island." As if she hadn't heard Kath broke away from him, and sitting at the table began to eat her poached egg on toast. Russ stood as if paralysed, anxious that what he had said might gain a rebuke from Kath. Through a mouthful of egg and toast she said, "I thought you didn't like the book." "W-what book? Oh yes - w-well no but..." "I've been having another look at the story and been thinking about what we talked about last night." "Oh?" "I think they must have made love, don't you?" "I-I..." "I mean, even though they were mother and son, they we man and woman as well and it doesn't seem to be possible they their sexual feelings went into abeyance, does it?" "Ner-n-no, I suppose ner-not." "And even though you said she was probably a rotten mother, in the story they both seemed to love each other." "Yer-yes...yes...er...do they?" "And it's only natural for two people who love each other like they did to express that love physically, wouldn't you agree?" "Yer-yes, I s-suppose so." Kath used a piece of toast to wipe up the remains of the egg then popped the toast into her mouth. "You mentioned the island a few moments ago; now just imagine if we were on an island like the one in the book, with no hope of rescue, what would we do?...Could I have another cup of tea darling?" "What?...Oh yes I'll...er...make it..." "Of course we'd be busy making things and getting food, but there would have to be times when...well...when nature took its course...don't make it too strong darling. It would be silly not to let nature have its way; I mean, if we did try to stifle our sexual urges it would be terrible; we might even end up trying to kill each other." "I'd never want to kill you, mother." She looked at him tenderly and said, "No, I don't think you would, but then, I wouldn't give you any reason to want to kill me." "You mean you'd let me...you wouldn't mind?" "Darling, there are worse fates I can think of than having sex with my son. You come and sit down sweetheart; you're not looking at all well; I'll finish making the tea." Russ was glad to get the weight off his shaking legs. "B-but of c-c-course, we're not on an island, are we." "We could be," Kath replied as she poured the boiling water into the tea pot. "Ber-but we don't have a s-sailing ber-boat...we don't have any sort of boat, and we c-could hardly hire someone to take us to an island and tell them we didn't want to be rescued. They'd think we were mad and probably go and tell the police, and they'd come and take off." "We don't need a boat to go to an island." "Then how do we get there?" "We make an island." "What?" "We make our own island, an island of the imagination. An island is where you want it to be, like this room, the lounge or the bedroom, or the whole house. Darling the milk isn't in the refrigerator." "Oh...er...I put it on the draining board." "Oh yes." Kath poured milk into two cups and then the tea, and went on, "We can have our own island any time we want." She gave a tinkling laugh; "And we wouldn't have to go hunting for food or build shelters and..." She laughed again and paused for a moment then said, "You know, I don't know why those two bothered about making those clothes out of leaves. In the story the weather was nearly always idyllic except that night of the storm when Garth held her in his arms... and they went swimming in the nude, so they might as well have stayed naked all the time. "Ah, but the weather isn't always idyllic here." "Darling, you are being dense, we make out own weather. We have an air conditioner for when it's hot - by the way we'd better turn it on because it's going to be a hot day -and heaters for when it's cold. What could be more idyllic? Here's your tea." "But we'd have to go out. You'd have to go to work and me to the university, and we'd have to do the shopping and..." "And we come back to our island, and no one would want to rescue us from an imaginary island and hopefully the military wouldn't want to blow it to pieces. What could be better?" Kath moved to stand beside Russ as he sat at the table. She gently drew his hand to her breasts saying, "Like in the book there's just one thing missing." "W-what?" "This." Kath bent and kissed him, this time giving him the full flavour, her mouth opening wide and her tongue probing to taste him. She let her nightdress slip from her shoulders to reveal her breasts, and then putting her hand under one of them she extended its nipple to Russ. "It could be really idyllic darling, if we wanted it to be." She brushed her nipple against his mouth, and any doubts finally sent skittering away, Russ took it into his mouth and sucked. "We'll make our island a little paradise, darling, a haven of love. Come on darling, let's go into the lounge." She drew him up and urged him gently into the lounge. She let her nightdress fall to the floor and sat on the divan. "You should know by now what ladies like done to them darling." Russ did know since he had been well taught by his temporary lover. He took off his trousers, shirt and underpants and began to move Kath so that her legs were wide apart and raised, but before he could carry out his intention Kath intervened. As he stood before her she began to slowly stroke his penis saying, "Mmm, darling I had no idea you were so big, I want to taste you." With that she took the head of his penis into her mouth and started to suck. Poor Russ, he was so worked up he was close to ejaculating. He cried out, "Mum, you're making me come." Kath pulled away saying, "Not this time darling, later, I think you should..." She got no further; Russ had dropped to his knees and burying his face between her legs and parting the lips of her vulva started to lick her. His tongue explored her vaginal opening for a while and then he started to lick and suck her clitoris. This sent Kath into a frenzy and she began to moan and cry out; "Mmma....mmma...ah...aaah...oh...darling you're making me...oh...don't stop...oh my God don't stop...I'm...na...na...neeeeow...." Russ had been well trained. He waited until he was sure Kath was past her climax and then he thrust his penis into her vagina. Kath wailed, "Oh yes...yes...give it to me Russ...give it to me hard...I love you...I love you...put it in me..." Russ cried out, "Yes...yes...," he gave a loud groan and thrust fiercely into her, and spurted the first ejection of his semen into her. He then moved with a steady rhythmical motion as he continued to shoot his seed into her. Feeling his sperm fill her tunnel Kath was crying out, "Beautiful darling...beautiful...give it to me..." Russ had timed things almost perfectly. He ejected the last of his sperm into Kath as she subsided into post-orgasm tranquillity. Russ held himself in her for a little longer and then withdrawing dropped down beside her on the divan. They remained quiet for a few minutes as they tried to absorb what had happened. Russ gently fondled Kath's breasts. "You've got beautiful breasts mum," he whispered. "Have I my love? Then they'll always be waiting for you." After awhile he murmured, "That was wonderful mum." Somewhat mischievously Kath said, "Yes, I thought we might both be in need of something like that, but off course, it can't stop there can it; after all, I'm starting feel ready for some more?" She lay back on the divan her legs spread wide and Russ came over her ready to penetrate. The head of his penis was about to enter her saturated vagina when he stopped and asked, "Mum, you can't get pregnant, can you?" "Ah, now, that's the risk you take on an island where there are no contraceptives, and you will be pleased to know I'm still very fertile, and if you stop now I'll kill you." "You mean you might get..." "Yes, and do it to me hard or I'll snap your spine with my legs." The threat meant nothing, but the request to 'do it to me hard' settled matters for Russ. This time it was a long and unhurried union with seductive sucking a slurping noises coming from Kath's semen and lubricant soaked vagina. It was as Kath began to make, "I'm coming" noises with the demand that he come with her, that the pace picked up as they began to frantically thrash together, there bodies slapping together noisily, until with a loud cry of orgasmic agony Kath wound her legs round Russ and despite the fact he was doing it hard, she nearly carried out her threat to snap his spine. As Russ unloaded he sperm into her he made his own threat; "I'm going to fuck you to death." "Yes," wailed Kath, "I want to die doing this...kill me...kill me..." Russ did his best to carry out his threat and Kath's wish, but they both survived the encounter, and relaxed sated and happy – well sated for a while. Ever the frugal household manager, as they lay embracing on the divan Kath said, "We made tea and didn't drink it." "It'll be cold by now," Russ replied. "What a waste - by the way have you got any washing that needs doing, I'll have to set the washing machine going some time today." "No I don't think so." "Did you change your socks this morning?" "Oh, yes, but I put them in the laundry basket. This is some paradise island, worrying about cold tea and washing." "Yes darling, but think of what Gloria and Garth had to put up with; building shelters, trying to find food and being annoyed by man eating – sorry – woman eating crocodiles." "Ah yes, I've thought about that mum, and it's okay if you're attacked by a skink, it's only a little thing." "Aren't they poisonous?" "I don't think so, but I'll check up and let you know," "Now darling, we're all sweaty and sticky, and I suggest we have a shower and then spend a couple of hours in bed; after that we can get on with some of the chores." "Huh, the island of domesticity." "Well that's the realities darling, and it'll be even more domestic if and when there's three of us." "Could we have something to eat before we shower, it's past lunchtime and I'm starving." "My point exactly sweet heart; what would you like?" "A big thick steak." "We haven't got any steak so you'll have to make do with a couple of pork sausages." As they went to the kitchen Russ said, "Mum, I saw a piece of green plastic on your bedside table this morning, and I've been wondering what it is." Russ never did understand Kath's convoluted explanation, but the piece of green plastic was never seen again, and oddly her vibrator also disappeared about the same time.