FORCED LANDING

"Port engine oil pressure dropping." My son, Harry, reported.

"Keep an eye on it, son." My husband, Bob, replied. "Maddy, can you locate the nearest airfield, work out bearing, distance and ETA?"

I picked up the charts and started scanning for the nearest airfield.

My husband is an experienced 'warbird' pilot, and we were 'island hopping' an old DC3 'Dakota' across the Pacific from Australia to USA for its' owner, a wealthy Los Angeles based businessman. At the last minute, Bob's usual co-pilot had fallen ill, and Harry agreed to help out.

Harry had got his Private Pilot Licence at 16. He hadn't flown much in the last 2 years as it seem 18-year old's find partying and girls more interesting that flying, but he is a good pilot and Bob trusts him. I had done a bit of flying but not as much as Harry, so my job was navigator and stewardess. We were a good team and much in demand for transporting large WWII aircraft.

"Maddy, look out the window and see if there are any visible leaks." Bob barked. I was used to being ordered around in flight. On the ground Bob is a very considerate man but there is no time for 'please and thank you' in the air and certainly not in an emergency.

"Yes, oil is visibly leaking, not a huge amount but it is a constant flow. The nearest airfield is 75 miles on a bearing of 030. At 90 knots we should be there in 50 minutes" I updated Bob.

"Port oil pressure, Harry?"

"Still dropping slowly but not in the red," replied Harry.

"Ok, this is the plan. I've I have already turned onto heading 030. Maddy, switch on the handheld GPS and monitor our progress. Harry, let me know before we hit the red on port engine oil pressure. We need to save this engine so we will shut the port engine down just before the gauge moves into the red. We are at 22,000 ft. You two will need to standby to dump the cargo if our rate of descent puts a landing in jeopardy. I'm going to make a pan call."

"Affirm," Harry said.

"Affirm," I echoed.

Bob made the pan call. I was so proud of both my boys, at no point did either panic. It seemed appropriate that the airfield we were heading for was an ex WWII strip on a deserted island. It would be a shame to dump the cargo as it was our 'bonus'. It consisted of 4 large crates of Australian food stuff destined for Australian ex-pats living in the States, stuff you can't buy in the States.

"Oil pressure, Harry?"

"Green, estimate 10 minutes to red."

"Course and distance, Maddy?"

"Change to 035, 25 miles to run, ETA 16 minutes."

"OK its tight but doable, turning to 035 and starting descent, Harry prepare to shut down port engine in 5 minutes, Maddy keep your eyes peeled for the island."

"Affirm," Harry said.

"Affirm," I echoed.

We didn't need to dump the cargo. The tension rose as Harry shut down the port engine, but everything was going according to Bob's plan.

"Airfield 040," I spotted the island; it was tiny. Not much more than a strip of concrete and a few palm trees.

"Affirm," Bob said, "lower undercarriage, Harry, report locked."

"locked."

Landing with one engine can be tricky but Bob managed the emergency in his usual way, completely without fuss. We came to halt at the end of the runway. No one said anything for a couple of minutes as we all collected our thoughts.

Bob was brilliant. He had Harry and I scout around the island while he called the authorities and the owner on the satellite phone. The authorities confirmed our fears. As we had landed safely, had food and were in no danger it was a commercial matter, and we would have to organise our own rescue. The owner was more sympathetic. He agreed that once we had diagnosed the problem with the engine he would send a plane with parts, engineer, and extra fuel.

An hour later we had a family discussion. The island was about the size of 5 football pitches. It was essentially a long strip of sand with a very small area of jungle at one end. The jungle was infested with mosquitos, so we would all have to sleep in the DC3. There were a quite a few coconut trees so we could drink the coconut water and the flesh would provide some fresh food to supplement the canned food etc in the crates. Drinking water would be the biggest issue so all bathing would have to be in the sea. We probably wouldn't need to catch fish, but it might be a good idea to practice in case it was needed.

We agreed. Harry and Bob would need inspect the engine as soon as possible and I would gather any edible coconuts from the ground. If you didn't know; you shake them, if you can hear liquid you can eat them.

We landed about 11AM and by 3PM Harry and Bob had diagnosed the problem with the engine (a burst gasket) and I had gathered about 20 coconuts. Bob called the owner. He promised to get back to us asap with a rescue date, but he warned that the only engineer with DC3 experience he had so far managed to find would not be available for 3 weeks. This estimate later turned out to be 5 weeks as the gasket had to be specially made.

We were all a bit irritated with potential of being imprisoned for 5 weeks. We were not looking forward to a diet of coconuts and Tim Tam biscuits. Our water, even supplemented by coconut water would not last much longer than 5 weeks, so timing was critical.

It was about 6pm and the sun was starting to go down. I tried to break the mood "Come on guys let's all cheer up. We have been saying for years we would like some quality family time. Well, here it is. It's time to get into the plane as I don't want to add mosquito bites to our misery." Our mood lightened a bit until we got into the plane and shut the door. It was hot and dark. We didn't have a change of clothes, so we went to sleep, on the cargo bay floor full clothed. We had some old mattresses which had been used to "pad" between cargo. They were dirty but we were in no position to be choosey. No body spoke, it had been a long day and we drifted off to sleep.

Act 2 -- The first day

It was so hot and stifling that none of us slept very well. We were all elated when Harry opened the door about 6AM. The plane was flooded with light and cool fresh air.

Bob was back to his usual cheerful pragmatic self. He had been lying awake thinking most of the night, which was just like him. Kind, thoughtful and very protective / manly. He was protecting his family. His enthusiasm was infections as he "floated" his ideas: It was hot in the cabin and because it was also dark, he was going to sleep naked. We needed to wash ourselves and our clothes in the sea once or even twice a day. Since we only had the clothes, we stood up in that would mean taking them all off. The island is flat so no matter where you decided to wash you would be in full view. Given were going to be here for 5 weeks and we had all 'seen it all before' he was going to wash right next to the plane as he couldn't be bothered to walk the length of the island for non-existent privacy. We should open all the crates and divide up the supplies to make sure we could make them last 5 weeks.

We agreed with all of his ideas and set about opening the crates. We were cheered up by the contents of the crates especially when we found a small quantity of tinned meat and beer.

Act 3 -- The first week

So, we settled down to a routine. Collecting coconuts and firewood during the day, looking forward to a treat from a crate, then family chats on the plane in the dark. After just 3 days we were bored out of our skulls. We were in no danger, we had enough supplies, coconut duty only took an hour. There was nothing else to do but sit and talk. Family time is great until you have to do it 24 hours a day every day!

My mind drifted to sex, not because I was ever a raging nymphomaniac, but because I was bored. The more I tried not to think about it the more ideas "popped" into my head. Bob and I had a normal sex life. We enjoyed sex but it didn't rule our lives. I never kept count, but I guess we would make love once or sometimes twice a week. There was so little going on I could not keep sex out of my head.

As well settled own for sleep that night I whispered into Bob's ear. "Bob, are you awake?"

"Yes," he replied.

"I can't get sex out of my head. I keep trying to ignore it but that seems to make it worse."

"Me too. We don't have anything else to occupy our heads."

"What are we going to do? We have 4 and a half weeks of this." I hoped he would have an answer. He usually had an answer for everything.

"I know, but I've no idea. We will just have to be frustrated. I don't see any alternative."

"hmmmff," I sighed as I knew he was right.

Act 4 -- The second week

Another day in paradise. Another day bored out of my skull.

I watched Harry saunter about 30 yards down to the sea for his daily 'bath'. I watched him strip. As he bent down to wash his clothes, he turned sideways to me and I 'noticed' all of him. He was in good shape, tanned and muscular. His thighs looked great, so strong. His biceps flexed as he washed his clothes. Then I noticed his penis. I was daydreaming about its size, tying to gauge how far it hung flaccid down his thigh. I came back to reality with a start. What was I doing? I got up and walked the other side of the plane to start looking for coconuts we didn't need. I was a bit grumpy with myself. I just wanted to stop thinking about sex.

When I came back the boys were sitting in the shade of the wing overlooking or bathing spot. I dumped the coconuts. I was hot and my clothes were wet and sticky, I needed to wash them. The boys looked disinterested; we were all bored. I walked towards the bathing spot. As I got closer to the ocean it crossed my mind that I would be stripping bare in front of my son. A bit of a useless thought as actually I had done this several times in the last few days. The difference today was that I had noticed my son this morning, which made it more obvious to me that he may notice me in the same sexual way.

I stripped with my back to the boys and wondered if anyone was watching me. I was in good shape and didn't mind them (Harry) looking at my back and bum. I was just about to bend over and wash my clothes when it crossed my mind that Harry would be able to see a rear view of my pussy, but if I turned sideways, he would see my breasts hanging down. I sighed with frustration. Why wasn't I washing somewhere else? I puffed out my cheeks and blew out hard, shaking my head slightly. I turned sideways so, if he was watching, he could only see my breasts. I washed my clothes then I washed my body, self-consciously washing the whole of my body including breasts, crotch and bum. I was getting a sweat rash from my bra around my cleavage, so I decided not to put it back on.

I wrung out my knickers, shorts and shirt. Then I thought 'oh no, now I have to walk back up the beach nude and put my clothes back on facing Harry.' Backing out of the ocean would look ridiculous. I was really irritated now, I took a deep breath and walked up the beach, knowing Harry could see my black bush as well as my swaying breasts. I bent forward and put on my knickers, then my shorts. Finally, I put on my shirt and tied it at the front. I became aware that this was showing a lot of tummy and quite a lot of cleavage. I stood in the sun for a while, to dry, before taking my place in the shade under the wing. No one spoke, maybe we were just too bored to speak.

Later that night Bob and I started whispering our private thoughts. "Any solutions on one track mind, Bob?"

"No, sorry Maddy, I don't have an answer. I do know I am thinking about it more and more."

"Me, too. I even started noticing Harry while be bathed today. I was bloody furious with myself."

Bob admonished me. "I don't think you are doing yourself any favours by being angry with yourself. The things you are feelings are completely natural, it's just that in 'real life' we don't have time for them. They lie in our subconscious and in 'real life' that's where they should stay, but we don't find ourselves in 'real life'."

"I suppose you are right Bob, but if I let myself have these thoughts, I will just get ever more frustrated."

Bob dropped a bombshell. "I know and you are not the only one; all this is having an effect on Harry. He never took his eyes off you when you bathed today. I saw him shift his position and adjust his 'tackle' a couple of times as he watched you."

I couldn't feign surprise as I had guessed this was happening. All I could manage was "poor boy."

"Poor boys," Bob corrected me.

I knew exactly what Bob meant. It was an invitation. "I can't do anything while Harry is only feet away from us but perhaps, we can have sneaky one while Harry is collecting coconuts," I suggested.

"Very tempting, Maddy but that doesn't help Harry at all and how would we all feel if he caught us? I think we just have to 'suck it up' and stick together as a family. All equally frustrated."

"logical as ever and infuriately right," I nearly laughed.

The next day, another day in paradise. Same as the last. Boring as hell.

I decided to not to be angry with myself, so I washed in the same spot on the beach. Harry was alone under the wing as Bob was collecting coconuts. I sensed Harry's eyes on me. I sort of liked it. Nothing else happened that day.

That night Bob couldn't wait to whisper. "You will never guess what I saw today."

I replied, "You are right I can't guess as today was the same monotonous day as the rest."

Bob sniggered "Yeah, you are right except today I watched our son wank himself as he watched you bathe."

I nearly burst out laughing although I should have been outraged. "You are joking. Did he cum?"

"No, I'm not joking, and no the poor sod didn't cum. You didn't bathe for long enough."

"Bob, this is getting worse isn't it? We have 4 weeks left. This is going to seriously affect our mental health if we are not a careful."

Bob replied. "It's not funny is it? But maybe we should stop taking ourselves so seriously, relax and lighten up. Looking costs nothing and arousal is only natural."

"Yes, we should try" I replied.

Act 5 -- The third week

Another day in paradise. Same as the last. Boring as hell only made more interesting by watching and being watched bathing and washing clothes.

Around 5PM Bob said, "let's have a few beers tonight. I have put some in a net, cooling a bit in the sea." We all loved the idea. Something different to break the monotony. A reward for sticking out this boredom.

We retired to the plane as it got dark and took our cool (but not cold) beers with us. Like three silly teenagers (one of us was a teenager, of course, although far from silly) we chatted and giggled as the alcohol had its effect on us. Any sexual tension disappeared. It was fantastic, a real treat.

We were not drunk as we stripped and got onto our mattresses. Our inhibitions were lower, but they had not disappeared. I couldn't sleep as my brain was nicely buzzed. I couldn't help myself in the end and I fumbled to find Bob's cock. It quickly reacted to me positively, but Bob didn't. He pushed my hand away and whispered, "I want to Maddy, but we can't do this, it is just not fair on Harry."

"I know, but I'm sure I can't last other 2 weeks."

Bob dropped another bombshell "If we want to help each other, you will have to help Harry as well."

I was stunned into silence. Eventually I whispered, "he won't want to, he will be embarrassed, he will be worried about your reaction."

"I agree but if you wait until he believes I am asleep you can creep over to him and wank him. Only if you want to, though, I am not suggesting you should. In the morning you can both pretend it didn't happen and I don't know."

"I would feel so embarrassed if he didn't want to. It would be awful."

Bob confirmed what I suppose I already knew. "he is a teenager, if it had a pulse, he would fuck it and he has already been wanking at the sight of you washing. I guarantee he will love every minute, if he relaxes and goes with the flow."

"shit, I need to think about that," I was totally conflicted. I couldn't carry on like this, but wanking my son was a very big step. A taboo step. Something which would never have crossed my mind in 'real life'. We didn't say anything more and I was left with my thoughts. I had permission but did I dare use that permission?

After about 1/2 an hour I couldn't think anymore, my brain was a confused lump of mush. I had stop thinking and do something. Go to sleep or wank my son. My dark side decided. I took a deep breath and slowly climbed off the mattress. I knew Bob would feel my movement and even in the dim moon light would see my shadow cross the room. Cross the dividing line between what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'.

I reached my son and could just about make out his outline. He was lying on his back and I slowly moved my hand to his cock. He flinched as I touched it. I whispered "ssshhh" and he relaxed. I wrapped by small hand around his cock. The blood flowed and I could feel his cock grow in my hand. I let it grow, I felt it getting nice and hard. I then started slowly wanking him, long strokes moving from his base to his helmet. I could feel his foreskin working on the ribs of his cock, then across the ridge of his helmet. It was self -lubricating helped by his oozing pre-cum. His breathing was starting to quicken, and his body was tensing. His hips started to twitch up and down in time with my movements. I knew he was close to relief. I quickened my pace slightly and concentrated on moving his foreskin over his helmet. He moaned softly. His cock was magnificent, slick and very hard. On a downstroke he pushed hips up and grunted. I knew he was having an orgasm and I slowed my rhythm back to long strokes. Moving his foreskin, the whole length of his cock.

I have no idea where the ropes of his cum were ending up, but some of it was spilling onto the back of my hand. Judging by the amount on the back of my hand he had been storing it up for weeks. I continued to slowly wank him until he grabbed my wrist to stop my movement and then released. I wiped my hand on his chest and whispered, "between you and me Harry." All he should say was "mmm" and I took that to mean 'OK'.

I crept back to my mattress to maintain the pretence that Bob was unaware. I resumed giving the same treatment to Bob and he responded by stoking my pussy. We pleasured each other to release as quietly as we could. I am not sure if Harry could hear us.

I think I was the 1st to wake up but I just lay there trying to think of what I would say, and how we would all act around each other. I saw Harry get up and swallowed hard, here goes!!

Harry opened the door but stepped straight out without looking around. I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. His mum had done him the huge favour of releasing his sexual tension last night, the least he could do was acknowledge my presence.Harry wandered back to the shade of the wing just as we had breakfast ready. "Everyone sleep OK?"

Bob answered "Yes, Harry and you?"

"Like a log Dad, the best sleep I have had since we landed here."

Was that code for 'do you know your wife, my mum, wanked me off last night and now I feel great?' Was Bob saying 'enjoy my wife wanking you off, did you?' I decided to stop torturing myself and take the conversation at face value.

Another day in paradise. Same as the last. Boring as hell, the only interest being taking turns to watch and be watched bathing and washing clothes.

That night I whispered to Bob. "Should I help Harry out again?"

Bob replied, "He is a teenager so my guess is that if he had a choice, he would want helping out 10 times a day."

"That's not happening!!"

"I know, I was joking." Bob continued "but yes I think once a night should do it for him."

"Do you want relief once a night?" I enquired hoping he would say 'no'. Don't misunderstand me I enjoy sex; I enjoy sex with Bob very much. It's just that we are in our early 40's. We just don't need or want it every day although this boredom did make us think about it more often.

"No Maddy. Let's just do it when we feel like it OK?"

"That's sounds great to me", I said.

Later I crept over to Harry's mattress. I don't know why but it seemed like he was expecting me. I repeated last night's performance. I enjoyed helping my son. In a strange way, probably helped by the darkness, it seemed natural. The darkness enabled me to partly forget this was Harry and concentrate of how fantastic his cock was. Bob gets hard but you just can't beat the hardness of youth. I loved every millimetre, every bump, every ridge. I loved the softness of his foreskin and the hardness of his shaft.

Something different happened this time. As I was midway through the session, not yet starting the short strokes. Still luxuriating in long slow stokes, Harry put his hand on my thigh. I was tempted to use my free hand to take it off, but it seemed innocent. He had a firm but soft touch and was gently moving his hand up and down the length of my thigh. His movements were getting more expansive as he approached climax. He raised his bum off the mattress as he orgasmed. The back of my hand was wet again, and the side of his hand found its way into my crotch touching my outer labia. I had a sharp intake of breath, but I didn't want to remove his hand as he pulsed cum from his cock. He moved the side of his hand up and down my labia. I didn't mind him doing that in the throes of orgasm, but I would need to stop him soon as this was not the 'object of the exercise'.

Luckily, he sank into his mattress, sighed and removed his hand from my thigh. I wiped my hand on his chest and returned to my mattress.

Harry's brief touching of my pussy had sparked a storm. I whispered to Bob. "Eat me!"

"Really? Harry will see my outline. He will know what we are doing. We won't be able to hide it. We won't be able to pretend it isn't happening."

"I don't care. He just put his hand on my pussy and I'm on fire. If he can't stand the heat he should not go into the kitchen. He started it."

Bob did what he was asked. I had a fantastic orgasm. Started by my son and finished by my husband. I know I was moaning loud enough for Harry to hear clearly, but I didn't care. Truth be told I liked it, I found it erotic and I think Bob did too as he did nothing to stifle my moans.

So, our days carried on, the same, boring. Our nights carried on, the same, interesting.

Act 6 - The fourth week

During the 4th week we agreed to break into some more beer, cooled by the ocean.

I can't remember what we were talking about when Harry said "I wish we had a bit of light in here. Sometime conversation is a bit stilted without eye contact."

"Who knows what we would see with more light." Bob was teasing us all.

"Oh, I think we all know what we see, Bob." I said in a mistaken attempt to stop the conversation. I should have changed the subject.

"Oh really, what would we see, Maddy?" Bob teased.

Then Harry chimed in "yeah mum, what would we see?"

I bit back "don't go there young man." I immediately regretted being so forceful. I didn't want to discuss this subject mainly because deep down I feared if it came out in the open, we would have to stop.

"oow touchy," said Bob

"Sorry, Harry I didn't mean for that to sound so bitchy" I softened.

"So, tell us what we would see?", Bob pressed. He wanted it out in the open and I was cornered.

I paused for thought and then gave him both barrels. "You would see me get up and creep to your son's mattress. You would see me gently take his cock and start to wank him. You would see the pace quicken and his hand stroke my thigh up to and including my pussy. Then you would see him shoot a lot of cum onto the deck and then you would see me wipe the back of my hand onto his chest."

I think Harrys' chin hit the deck, probably because of the detail. I think we was expecting euphemisms. There was a long, stunned silence. I don't know why it was stunned because, actually, we all knew every detail. Now it was out in the open and we could no longer pretend it didn't happen.

Bob broke the silence "I wish we had some light too; I would like to see that."

Then another bombshell. Harry nervously added "yes and if we had more light, I could watch you go down on mum. I could watch her orgasm."

It is funny but there is no sound to a boundary being crossed, but we all just crossed one. We didn't tip toe over it, we marched across with a brass band.

There was another long silence as we all mulled over what we had said out loud and its implications. Bob broke the silence in his usual practical way and said "Well we don't have light, but it seems silly to have the mattresses spread out when we all know what goes on at night. Eventually someone is going to trip over and do themselves and injury in the dark."

We pushed the mattresses together. As Harry pushed his next to mine, I became aware of his smell. We all did our best to keep clean, but his teenage musk was unmistakable. It made me tingle. In silence we lay down on our mattresses, me in the middle, wondering what would happen next. Nothing did. I guessed as every encounter involved me, I would have to take the lead. Also, I was married to a gentleman and we had brought Harry up the same way. It was all my decision.

Eventually I couldn't wait for one of these men to do something, they were never going to initiate anything. I sat up and then got onto my knees, my thighs touching Harry's, facing his torso and head. I used my hand to find his already erect cock, but this time I had a different treat in store for him. He sighed the biggest sigh I have ever heard in my life as my mouth engulfed his cock. I lifted off and licked the tip. I then pulled down on his foreskin to reveal his helmet. I engulfed him again, this time feeling the ridge of his helmet pop passed my lips. My tongue swirled the head of his cock and I pushed down. In the past, I have tried to deep throat, but I can't, it makes me choke. Bob says my technique is brilliant. I usually get about halfway down before coming back.

As I withdraw my mouth, I pull the foreskin in my hand. I pull my lips just past the helmet and then swirl the head. Then I go back down, tightening my lips over the ridge on the helmet and pushing the foreskin back up until my hand reaches my lips.

I established a steady rhythm and Harry was singing his moans in time to that rhythm. Bob started to stroke my back and then my bum. I parted my thighs and he accepted the invitation. He was stroking my labia with the palm of his hand while gently using a finger to find my clit. Harry was too busy enjoying himself to do his usual stroking of my thigh and I knew from the movement in his pelvis that he would not be long.

Mouth or hand? Spit or swallow? There was no decision really, I wanted this to be as dirty as I could make it. I would let my son cum in my mouth and I would swallow it. Actually, I might keep a bit and swap tongues with Bob as a 'punishment' for pushing us this far. No punishment really, I knew him well enough to know it would turn him on.

My fantasy was broken by Harry "Mum, I'm going to cum." How sweet of him to warn me. Bob spoke "cum in mum's mouth, Harry." At first, I didn't like that. I thought 'what? don't I get a choice?' I felt a bit used, a bit like a cup for cum. This was soon overtaken by a feeling of dirtiness. I wasn't being used I was doing the using. I was sucking my son's cock in front of my husband. I was going to let him cum in my mouth and then I was going to give my husband a taste. I was in control and moved to shorter stokes paying a lot of attention to Harry's helmet with my lips.

He blew "oh fuck mum." His body spasmed and his cock pulsed. I felt rope after rope of cum hit the back of my throat. I was struggling not to gag, not helped by harry trying to jam his cock as far as he could into my mouth. Lucky this predicament only lasted a couple of strokes. The quantity reduced and so did his thrusting. I held him in my mouth until I felt him shrink and he relaxed completely into his mattress.

I turned to Bob; I was now going to extract my revenge. I straddled him and sank my pussy onto his cock. It was ready and standing to attention. I leant forward and kissed him hard on the lips as I started to fuck him. Our tongues, lips and jaws moved against each other. He was enjoying this dirtiness as much as I was. The idea of us swapping our sons cum was driving us both mad with desire. Bob didn't last very long at all which was slightly disappointing. I felt another one of my openings filled with cum. I felt so dirty in every way. I smelt dirty, my mouth had my son's cum in it, I was sweating, my son could see the outline of me fucking his dad, he could hear our moans and gasps, he could smell us. I collapsed onto Bob.

After a few minutes Bob gently pushed me off onto my side facing my son in the darkness. He parted my legs and resumed his teasing of my pussy. He knows exactly what to do and in a short while I had a very nice small orgasm. I knew my son could hear me, if he reached out, he could touch me, he could smell me, he could virtually taste me. I didn't care. I was so relaxed and content.

Bob whispered "You know Harry was watching you fuck me. You knew he was going to watch when you mounted me. You wanted him to watch, didn't you? I think you want to fuck him. Take that steel hard cock in your pussy and feel him cum in you. I wish we had light enough to see that."

I didn't say a word. Why bother? He was right on every count plus Harry had heard every single word. I didn't want to give Harry the certainty of knowing he was going to fuck his mother. I wanted him to be nervous and uncertain. I wanted to be used but I wanted to be in control of how, I wanted to be in control of when and (most of all) in Harry's mind I wanted to be in control of 'if'.

The next day. Another day in paradise. Same as the last. Boring as hell only maybe made more interesting by the anticipation of what another night would hold for us.

It was a strange thing but during daylight no one spoke about what was happening at night. Sure, there were lots of knowing glances and sometimes sly smiles, but nobody said a word. I think that helped everyone avoid feeling guilty. It was almost as if we were different people at night.

I watched Harry bathe in the ocean. I knew what he didn't. I was going to have that body and maybe tonight. I smiled to myself, I was in control or at least my dark side was in control. The anticipation of what might happen tonight made my pussy ache.

That night was a full moon. As we closed the door for the evening, I decided just to give Harry a simple wank. The light would make anything we did very different. We would see what had remained hidden up to now. I was too nervous for that.

We all lay still, not talking, expectant but again expecting me to make the first move. I was in control but didn't know what to do. I didn't want to kneel as both would see more than just outlines. They would see my breasts, my nipples, my bush and worst of all my face.

I rolled onto my side facing my son. "Let's do it this way," relieved that I had avoided kneeling up. I reached for Harry's lovely cock, and it didn't disappoint. I started to give the long slow stokes. The strokes that enable me to feel all of the bumps and ridges on his steel cock. I was getting into to swing of things. We had done this before, and it felt natural. Bob opened my legs, and I was looking forward to him giving my pussy some attention.

It wasn't boring but it was a bit of a routine. It felt natural and it felt nice. I was relaxing and had forgotten about full sex. I was enjoying what we were doing. Then Harry completely took me by surprise. He moved his head and joined his lips to mine. I was shocked. Was this too personal? I stopped wanking him and Bob sensing something was up, stopped stroking my pussy. Harry moved his lips although he didn't open them. I thought about it and I decided it felt nice. If I was wanking him, kissing him would be icing on the cake. I kissed him back and restarted wanking him. Bob restarted stroking my pussy. His finger brushed my clit and I sighed into Harry's mouth, opening my mouth slightly. Harry took this as invitation to open his own mouth and push his tongue into mine. I hesitated and then returned his initiative with my own tongue. Soon we were moving head, lips and tongue in a frenzy of eroticism. Harry started stroking my breasts, which made me push my tongue even further into his mouth. I pushed my breasts forwards into Harry and my bum backwards into Bob.

I was getting very wet with all of the attention Bob was giving and at the same time getting turned on by Harry's hardness. I was much more turned on than I wanted to be. I was starting to loose control. Bob inserted a finger in me and pushed quite hard. I lost control.

I separated my lips from Harry and rolled onto my back squashing Bob's hand. He moved his hand a way and I turned to Harry, opened my legs and whispered. "fuck me".

Bob gasped "shit."

Harry climbed between my legs. I could see his face in the moonlight. He could see mine.

He didn't move. I reached down between his legs and grasped his steel hard cock. I softly pulled it towards heaven. He looked at me quizzically. He looked like he was saying 'is this what you want?'. My eyes were half closed with desire, and they answered 'yes, fuck me'.

His body followed my lead as I pulled his cock into my rose. I wanted Bob to be part of this, so I said "your son's cock has just pushed my labia apart. I can feel the slickness of his pre-cum on my pussy lips."

Bob didn't say anything, not a sound. Harry pushed further as we starred into each other's eyes. His eyes said 'further?'. My eyes replied 'oh, yes please.' He did and I said "your son's steel hard cock is filling me. I can feel his helmet force my walls apart. My pussy is pulling him in. I want him deep in me."

Harry continued until he finally bottomed out in me. He pushed hard and I felt our pubic areas mash. I let Bob know "He is all the way into me. He is so big. So hard. I can't wait until he starts to fuck me. I'm desperate to feel his cum, desperate to feel him pulse in me."

Harry answered my request and started to saw in and out of my pussy. Nearly all the way out then bottoming out hard. Every time he bottomed out my head jerked on the mattress, and I grunted. We were still looking at each other, studying every expression. His eyes widening every time he pushed his cock into me so far, I'm sure it was pushing against my cervix.

He closed his eyes and let himself down onto me. I felt all his weight mash my breasts. He continued full long even stokes. My pussy was a little painful as he pushed right into me, but it had the effect of bumping my clit which was elevating me to my plateau. I stopped feeling pain as the extasy of bumping my clit took over. I very rarely have an orgasm through penetration, but my son's technique and the eroticism of the situation was making this a distinct possibility.

18-year olds can go for ever. My son's long slow deep hard action was having the right effect. He had a great rhythm and I realised I was going to orgasm. Harry seemed to speed up. I implored him "No, Harry, same rhythm." He complied and I echoed the request every time he filled me and bumped my clit "please..... please...please."

I was getting close. "oh fuck Harry I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Please don't stop .... please....please."

Then it happened. A huge wave crashed over me. My feet were on the mattress pushing my bum in the air to meet the shaft of steel that was filling me. I was vibrating, jerking my hips. I screwed my eyes shut as another wave hit me. "oohhhh" I sighed as he bottomed out. My bum pushed into the mattress as he raised his arse. I was ready for another thrust. "fuck meeeee." He did, hard and another wave rushed over me. I felt my pussy, sphincter and hip muscles all pulse in orgasm. The blood rushed in my ears. I could feel my heart try and leap out of my chest.

When I orgasm through penetration, I like it hard in the lead up in and in orgasm, but then I like is slow and steady until I get back to earth. Bob knows "slow down Harry and fuck her long and slow." I smiled inside my head, a team effort. I continued to have a few more mini orgasms. I had covered his chest and thighs with my sweat.

Harry had not cum, and his cock remained hard as steel. He slowed right down to a near stop. Alternating between long very slow full strikes with little slight thrusts. He was allowing me and my pussy to recover. I relaxed into the mattress and my head was so relaxed it flew high above the plane in the moonlight.

Bob found my hand and stroked it adding to my relaxation. At first, I hardly noticed Harry picking up the pace. It was only slight and the first thing I felt was the ridge of his helmet slowly reaming in and out of my pussy. It was gentle enough that it didn't disturb my relaxed state. It didn't stop my pussy enjoying the post orgasm glow. I was slowly but surely starting to be turned on again. I wanted this to happen I didn't want to roll over and go to sleep. I wanted this man to cum in me, I would need to be turned on for this to have its full effect. Actually, I wanted my son, not this man, to cum in me.

Harry picked up the pace again and I could feel him sweating. I could smell his effort, I licked his shoulder, I could taste his effort. He was grunting softly; I could hear his effort. He was back to long hard strokes but without bottoming out so hard. He was extracting the maximum enjoyment he could from my pussy, and I was enjoying it.

I was feeling dirty. I wanted to kiss my son deeply, but his head was buried in the mattress. I turned my head and licked his face. I put my tongue in his ear. I gave him long licks on his face and kisses with my tongue dancing on his skin. He seemed to like this. I know his cock wasn't getting bigger, but it felt like it was pulsing to the rhythm of my licking.

I opened my legs as far as they would go and put my spare hand on his bum, pulling my son into me. He really liked that and grunted with the rhythm of his thrusts. I was too tired to push back at him. I lay there letting my son fuck me, slow long and hard.

I was kissing his cheek again when he changed pace again. I could feel the muscles in his bum starting to strain and I knew he was not far off. I let him continue for a dozen or so more thrusts as they got quicker. Then I said, "I want to see your face, Harry". I wanted to see my sons face as he emptied his balls in me.

He raised his torso, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. He looked into my eyes, and I returned the gaze. He was close and the stare was the final stroke. I first felt his orgasm approaching as the muscles in his bum started to flex. Then I felt my son's cock start to pulse in me as my son thrust in and out of me. Then finally I felt my son's cum spurt in me, his mum. His eyes were wide open looking straight through me. He continued pushing forward with one last thrust into me and I, again, felt my son pulse in me. My son's body was trying to pump his semen into his mother as far as he could get it. He succeeded as I swear, he was in my cervix.

He collapsed onto me and lay there for 5 minutes. Out of breath, sweating but calm. All the tension disappeared form his body and finally my son's soft cock fell out of me. He rolled off me and I looked at his smiling face. His hair matted to his forehead, there was a sheen covering his body. I rolled towards Bob who was turned towards me. We faced each other and I put one leg over his hip. This had the effect of opening up my pussy and it flooded his hip with a mixture of my honey and Harry's semen. I kissed him and said, "thank you."

Bob smiled and reached down to his hip. He scouped up some liquid and put his fingers in my mouth. I sucked and he did this 3 more times. We kissed deeply swapping honey and cum with our tongues and lips. We did that for some time as I slowly wanked Bob.

Then he kissed my forehead and said "your tired and we are all hot. I am sure we can have fun another night." I was grateful and I rolled over and slept like a baby.

In the following week and a half, we did have fun. There was an unwritten rule. We didn't do anything during the day. We didn't even talk sex during the day. I think that helped us make sense of it all. During the day we could be mum, dad and son. At night we were 2 men and a woman. Although the more aroused I got the more I wanted to be taken by my son and not an anonymous man.

The only exception to this was one day when I was knee deep in the ocean bathing and washing my clothes. Harry happened to be walking by. He took off his clothes and entered the water. He stopped about 2 feet from me. We were both stark naked, starring at each other. We faced each other and nobody said a word. I noticed Bob was watching from the shore. I slowed my hands as they washed over me. I paid attention to my arm pits, my breasts, my bum, my crotch but particularly my pussy. I wanted to show Harry every inch of me. I opened my rose and unhooded my clit so he could see it. Harry responded by washing himself paying particular attention to his cock, eventually starting to slowly wank it. I started to masturbate as well. Long strokes of my pussy lips followed by gentle strumming of my clit while massaging my nipple with my free hand. We continued to stare into each other's eyes using our peripheral vision to watch each other masturbate. Finally, Harry closed his eyes and a rope of his cum arched through the air landing on my face and breasts. I left it there for sometime, continuing to pleasure myself as he smiled and walked away. We still didn't say a word. We didn't need to.

Although we didn't have sex in the day, we certainly had fun at night as Harry wanted it every night and often twice. I had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager. I think my favourite vision was Bob lying on his back with me on all fours doggy style over him. Studying each other's face and kissing while Harry fucked from behind. Bob was fascinated by my expression, my eyes widening and head jerking, as Harry thrust hard yet again emptying the contents of his balls in my pussy. It still makes me smile and gives me tingles.

Act 7 -- Rescue

We saw the rescue plane with a mixture of relief and sadness. The family time had been great, the sex was fantastic but going home was better.

When we got home, I realised I was pregnant. Not really a surprise as I ran out of birth control on the island. I told Bob 1st and then we discussed it with Harry. Obviously either Harry or Bob could have been the father. We sort of agreed that it was more likely to be Harry's given his virility and the number of times he had filled me with his semen. We didn't consider an abortion; the child had been conceived in love. We researched the potential for the child to be born disabled and discounted it as my age was more of an issue than its' genes. It was an easy decision to have the baby and Harriet was born (very healthy) 9 months after leaving the island. We also decided that we did not want a paternity test. The answer would make no difference to any of us. The three of us loved each other deeply and we would love this baby just as deeply. She is my little reminder of some wonderful nights of sex on a desert island in the Pacific, with my two lovers.

Whose baby is it? Who cares?

After that the three of us never mentioned what happen on that island. We didn't agree not to talk about it, we just didn't talk about it. Although we never spoke about it, we did occasionally share a knowing smile when the three of us were together.