NOTE ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.
Broken Boat & Canned Food
Ashton woke up to the tune of sailing and ocean. His nose was dirty from the soil, and his eyes poked from the dust. The smell of salt near him made him guzzle and gulp his parched throat. By clearing his eyes to the stabbing glimmers of the sunlight on the blue sky, he exhaled and jerked his arms to his sides. His right arm touched the soil, and his left struck a body, it hit a navel. He spun to glance at it. A meaty navel settled with mud around it. The navel smelled of spice and water. The sight of the coast made him realize what happened. He looked up the navel, and it showed the nipple of a woman he loved to his soul, his mom. Her bikini top came to the sides, giving her orbing nipples a withering look to Ashton. He got aroused to look at his mom; she was forty but looked thirty; she had a tender figure. No one realized this was his mom. He saw no one on the shore when he looked around. Was it a coast, or was it an island? Cause the last he remembers, they sailed the boat farther and they don't know where the fuck are they.
Ashton got up and strode towards the seashore. The seashore was drowning his filthy feet, and he peered far ahead of him and he saw water and more water. The morning rays touched his eyes and made them squeak. He's never been this empty in his entire existence. Except he was desolate. These years, he was lonesome. He broke up with Tanya, thirty-two years old. Yes, she was twenty years older than him. Ashton liked old women. He preferred older women because of their understanding in the craft of love and lovemaking, preferred spending nights with Tanya; loved the passionate experiences with her. But with time, shit became ugly. He had to break up with her and face many obstacles in work and living alone, so he moved to his mom's home. Being more desperate, aching for more intimacy, for craving, he realized loneliness in his blood. By living with the woman, he adored Ashley, his mom. He sought it more and more. Every day passing her, he adored her. He cherished the way she looked, so young. He appreciated how she looked in her undergarments, in her bathrobe, in whatever she wore. Now, she looked her finest in her bikini, sprawling on the soil near him, stuck with him.
Ashton stared at the broken boat lying near the shore. The same white boat that brought them here, to an unknown place, to an unknown island.
Ashley, Ashton's mom, opened her eyes to a blue sky. She wiped the dirt off her eyes, cleared her dry throat. She was still drunk, and now she needed help to get up. With the sound of seagulls, sea, and Ashton beating up the boat, she woke up. She smelled salt and dirt. t. But more, she smelled a stench of alcohol. She yanked her hand to her sides and touched the sand, grappled it tightly in her hands and got up. She looked at the bright sky, the sea in front of her. She looked at Ashton, heavily built. He was a stud in her eyes. No man can drool an older woman this easily as he did. She liked him. When she got divorced with Steve three years ago, she needed someone in life. She craved attention from men; she was lonely, depressed; she needed a man to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, but respect her and never let her go. She found that man in Ashton.
Waking up, sleeping in the same home, she felt close to him. But she never talked about her loneliness with him. He was too disturbed with his own life. But she adored him, his body, his eyes, he resembled Steve a lot. He resembled him from his younger days. She wondered if his dick would be the same? Her thoughts ran to her boy's dick, aroused, she imagined him wanking off in his bedroom. She knew he loved older women. She had read his erotica collection of milfs, mother and cougars. She loved how he enjoyed the joy of making love with an experienced woman. She also knew he secretly wanted her. He sneakily stole looks at her, her body, her boobs, her legs. She wore revealing clothes at home just for him, to tease him, to make him crazy. She felt guilty of teasing her son, but what could she do? She enjoyed a boy crazy about her. She walked to him.
Ashton was crazily searching the boat to look at the canned food. Ashley stood beside him and looked far away and only saw what Ashton already saw nothing. No sign of civilization, nothing. They don't remember what happened last night. They were drunk and passed out, were too negligent, and this happened. The boat might have hit a nearby big rock and came sailing across the river with no direction and arrived here. Now they both are stuck.
He had the body of an athlete, worked out every day. Seeing him naked again reminded her of Steve, and her breathing increased. But Ashton was tense. He wanted to go home. So was Ashley.
Ashton gave up staring at the boat and so did Ashley, and they wondered, where they are, how far they've come? How'll they go home? What the fuck just happened?
"Hey, did you find food?" Ashley asked.
Ashton didn't reply. He waited for her to ask again, so he replied sarcastically. He did that often.
"I asked you something," she said.
"No, I am searching," he said.
"Okay," she said.
Ashton got on the boat once again, throwing away things to search the canned food.
"Where are we exactly?" Ashley asked.
"Don't know mom," he said.
"Man, we are crazy, we shouldn't have been that drunk. Look what happened" she said.
"It's your fault" he shouted.
"What?" she asked.
"Yeah, you shouldn't have been that drunk, and you encouraged me to drink, you know I am still recovering" he shouted.
"You aren't supposed to talk to your mom like that," she shouted.
"Oh mom, come on, stop it, you and your drunk habits, they never change, you say that you're working on yourself, but all you do is drink and drink" he shouted.
It has started again, Ashton's angry rant. Whenever he was frustrated he ranted about stuff. Ashley held his face and tried to calm him down.
"Calm down, we'll work it out" she shouted.
"No, we won't," he said.
"Oh, stop now," she told him and pulled his body near hers. She hugged him tightly. She held him and ran her palms to explore his body. She explored his muscles, this firm body, which looked weak outside was much stronger when held tight. She smelled the same perfume she smelled in Steve, and she recalled what his dick smelled like, his man musk. Will it be the same for Ashton? Will his dick smell the same? She wonders, holding him tight in her arms. While Ashton strolled, he hugged her too. He ran his hands through her petite body. She did yoga every day. Her firm, slender legs stood near him. Her navel tight, and her tight arms wrapped around his back. He breathed on her shoulders. He wanted to do more. But he felt something stuffing his chest. When he pulled out from the hug, all he saw was his mom's perky nipples out of her bikini blouse. Maybe it was moved from the wind. Or maybe she tied the strings loose, last night being drunk. Ashley felt him getting a boner. He was still pressing his hips into her while moving his face away from her shoulders to look at her chest. She loved how it throbbed on her thighs, it poked her, and she loved how soft and hard it felt at the same time.
Seeing her perky orbs, he realizes he craves to touch them, to lick them, to suck them. To see it, they have the same milk which was fed to him years ago.
Feeling his throbbing cock on her thighs, she wondered maybe he's got a longer one than Steve's. He's younger and active.
"What happened?" Ashley asked.
"Mom..." Ashton paused.
"Yeah..." she asked.
Ashton couldn't fathom to say, but he had to say it. How could he say to his mom that her nipples are giving him a boner? He moved away from his mom totally to avoid her. He got busy searching for canned food again.
She felt suspicious, thinking about what happened to him. Did he feel her sexual excitement? That should not happen. She walked to him and he avoided her more. He did not even look at her. He was such a purist, and that made her fall in love with him even more.
"Ashton, what's the matter?" she asked.
"Searching for food" he shouted.
She yanked his arm and pulled him towards her. He faced her again, and in his eyes, she saw shame, but an excitement. Also, she saw thirst. She wasn't able to comprehend what it all meant for her.
"What is the matter?" she asked again.
