Survivors

Chapter 06

Bashiri crawled stealthily through the undergrowth, following the odor of fire. Like the hunter he was, he lay quietly. From his vantage point, he watched the younger White male fuck the older woman and the lush younger female.

He often watched his mother and father have sex. It was nothing like this.

He smiled. Madda was right. A plane had crashed during the storm.

He turned and crawled quietly away from the wreckage. Once out of earshot, he stood and began the trek back to his camp. His cock twitched as he thought about the pleasantly lush body of the younger female.

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"Mother, we can't continue wearing these rags. Check the wreckage. See if there is anything we can use to make clothes."

Meekly, Karen stood. For a moment, she seemed confused. Then she walked, stumbling, to the wreckage and began her search.

"Do you think she will be okay?"

Harold watched his naked mother search the wreckage. He could see the wetness between her thighs as his cum drained.

"Harold! Stop looking at mom's butt and answer me."

He blushed under his tan and turned to his sister. "Sorry! I'm not sure. She seems better."

Karen stood in triumph. In one of the crates, she found bolts of cloth. She turned to shout the good news to her children. The words froze in her throat as she saw them kissing. The world was changing. She and her daughter would share Harold; they would truly be a family.

Chapter 07

"Did you see what type of weapons they carried?"

Saana only knew of two types of people: tribe members and non-tribe members. All non-tribe members were potential enemies.

"No, Father. I saw no weapons.

"There were two women and a young male," Imani said

Imani could barely contain her excitement. People! And female people at that. Her time was drawing near. Another woman could help her deliver her child.

"Yes, mother. The young male and the older female were having sex."

Imani thought for a moment, then turned to her husband.

"Great warrior, we should go look at these people."

Saana nodded. "Tomorrow is soon enough."

That night, as usual, Bashiri fucked his mother. This time there was an intensity that surprised him and his mother. The sight of the two strangers making love aroused him. In the flickering light cast by the campfire, he had his mother ride his cock while he lay on the floor of the hut.

From this position, he played with her breasts and suckled her warm breast milk. He and his mother prefer this position because they could look into each other's eyes and talk. They had developed a strong emotional closeness that only a son and mother could.

"Oh my god, my son, you need this tonight. You're fucking your mother so good!"

Imani thrust back hard to meet her son's throbbing, frantic upward thrusts.

On the other side of the fire, Saana lay on his side, his head held in one hand, slowly stroking his cock as he watched and awaited his turn. He, too, was surprised at the intensity of their fucking. He particularly enjoyed how his wife and son talked to each other while having sex.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy is even better since you got pregnant."

Visions of the full-figured blond girl flashed through his mind. They seemed so comfortable with each other.

"Harder! Harder! Make me feel it!"

Saana grunted his approval, stroking his tool as he watched his wife ride their son's dick. Bashiri was doing an excellent job of servicing his mother. He would never admit this to her, but she was right about sharing her with their son.

"Move your ass, Mother! Take all of this cock!"

Saana grunted again and nodded his approval. Over the months, he came to enjoy watching them. There was no word in their language for cuckold, but Saana was experiencing the thrill and humiliation of watching his son claim his mother's pussy.

He had fucked and watched many couples fuck. However, there was something about watching his son and wife fuck that added a kinkiness he had never experienced. There were nights he spilled his seed on the ground from watching the intensity of their fucking.

Initially, he would fuck Imani first. However, he came to love the sloppiness of her pussy after their son flooded it with his seed. After she announced to them she was pregnant, Saana assumed it was his son's baby and ceded his right to fuck her first

"My son! My son! You feel so good inside your mother!"

Bashiri felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. Then its spasms went up and down his length like a hand stroking him.

"Fuck, Mother! Oh, Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He leaned up and took his mother's milk heavy breast in his mouth and nursed as he filled her with his seed. He thrust up repeatedly, burying his seed deep in her pussy. His mother matched his intensity, resting her hands on his chest as her hips pistoned on the best cock in the world.

"Oh my god, my son! Oh my god! I'm cumming too! So good! So good!"

Saana stood and walked the few steps to where the lovers still thrust weakly against each other, coming down from their orgasmic bliss. He tapped his wife on her back, indicating that she should dismount from her son.

Bashiri smiled up at his father. Then he leaned forward and lovingly kissed his mother's sweaty tit. His lips felt the trembling of her skin as she savored her orgasm.

As Imani rose, she could see her son's cock was still semi-hard. Most times, she sucked one while the other fucked her. Then they would switch. Sometimes, it was doggie style, her favorite. Other times it was while she rode a cock and sucked the other. Imani was living the dream!

She glanced over the fire at her son, watching her and her husband fuck doggie style, stroking his massive tool. As her pregnancy progressed, she had become insatiable. And if she needed more after Saana finished, as she sometimes did, her son was always ready.

Saana ordered his wife to get on all fours, and he knelt behind his wife. He, too, noticed the cum sliding from his wife's pussy. He shivered in pleasure as he slipped his cock into his wife's dripping spasming pussy. He was proud of his son; he was a man who could satisfy a woman and fill her with his life-giving sperm. He knew they would create a powerful tribe.

He slid easily into his wife's cum filled pussy. It was squishy, warm, and welcoming, and it felt so good he had to struggle to keep from cumming. His son's cum frothed as they fucked, covering his wife's pussy and his cock.

Pulling back and thrusting into Imani, he lowered his hand in a long, complex arc, slapping his wife's pregnant ass.

Imani screamed and thrust back to meet her husband's cock. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her arousal built. There were unexpected benefits to having two men to service her. Most nights, she got two cocks and countless orgasms.

Day 3

Karen was wet and hungry. On their tentative forays into the dense jungle, the twins found some edible tubers and berries but nothing else edible. The only water they had was left over from the storm. Soon, it would be gone. Then what?

Her religious training said that sex outside of marriage was wrong. However, the openness of the natives captivated her. Sex was just another way of expressing that openness. She had succumbed to that nonjudgemental openness, rejecting her father's and husband's hypocrisy.

Karen had embraced the native lifestyle, having sex with multiple men and women in the course of she and her husband moving from island to island pursuing his ministry.

Although the 1930s racialized ethos forbade white women from having sex with heathen native men, it happened. On some of the islands they had lived on, the white women had left the colonist's compound and lived openly with the natives. Many of them birthed children, never knowing which of the native men was the father.

She always found meeting these women and talking to them strangely exhilarating. She fantasized about surrendering to the will of some big hulking native, of being made to do disgustingly erotic things. Her first sex with a native was almost like that. He didn't ask; he just fucked her.

Now, death by starvation was a real possibility. They were living hand to mouth. Harold said they needed to build a better shelter and find a continuous food source.

Karen felt a tingle in her sore pussy. She did not regret fucking her son. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to have sex with someone you loved and who loved you.

He had wanted to fuck her on their home island, but she was reluctant. There were a few times they came close. He had licked her pussy, and she had sucked his dick, but they went no further.

She was still under the influence of her husband. Though seduced by the native lifestyle, she inexplicably resisted having sex with her son. Now she wished she had.

The sex yesterday was incredible. If it were not for the insistent grumblings of her belly, she would be pleading with her son for more. She recalled Helen's mouth on her breasts, her hand massaging her belly while Harold fucked her. She remembered Helen's finger sliding into her cum filled crevice and then licking that finger clean. She wondered where that fit in God's plan for them on this island.

Sex with her husband had been hit or miss. He had reached an age where his performance was spotty.

Her liaisons with the native men kindled a fire within her. She became a sexual animal, craving the feeling of a hard dick in her needy pussy. Even wet, ragged, and hungry, she began to masturbate, recalling the evenings fucking in the native sleeping huts.

Through experimentation, they discovered they could eat the fruit on the trees. They heard a small game scurrying about the jungle, and they realized there were no predators on the island. However, their diet was limited since they did not know how to hunt them. Occasionally, they would trap a fish.

The family frolicked nude in the warm Pacific water, which cleansed the residual oil and gas from their bodies. They found it liberating, as they had on their home island.

They played tag on the beach and in the warm water. Karen knew her husband would be scandalized if he were alive. If not for the gnawing hunger, life here would be idyllic. She wondered if it was like this for Noah and his family. After the Ark landed, did they play in the surf and have sex?

Harold attempted to tag his mother on her back as they ran about playing tag. She saw him coming and darted quickly away, laughing with delight. Harold lounged, attempting to apply the tag. Instead of her back, he slapped her hard on her ass.

Karen froze as the sensation of his slap moved from her ass to her vagina. She shivered as spasms of orgasm spontaneously shook her body. Her legs trembled, and she dropped to her knees.

"Mother! Are you okay?"

The twins ran to their mother. They knelt on either side of her and embraced her. Helen wrapped her arms around her mom's waist. She gently rubbed her mom's belly. Her arm repeatedly brushed the underside of her breasts.

Karen's body reacted by shaking with small mini aftershocks of orgasm. She collapsed to the sand, falling into the concerned arms of her son with her head against his chest. Her hand fell and rested on his always rigid cock. The aftershocks continued.

The twins were comfortable with touching each other's bodies. They had been doing it for years. They transferred their tactile concern to their mom, gently stroking her back and legs as they tried to comfort her.

Harold felt his mother's open palm stroke gently up and down his cock. He looked across her at his sister. With his eyes, he indicated she should look down.

Helen was not surprised. She and her brother had lain in each other's arms, comforting each other. She indicated that her brother do the same for their distressed mother.

While Helen caressed their mother's abdomen, Harold caressed her breasts. He knew Helen liked it, and he assumed his mother would also. Although only 18 years old, they were not innocent regarding sex. They saw what they did with each other as natural. The unspoken bond between them told them that if it comforted them, it would comfort their mother.

Helen looked across their mother at her twin. He followed her eyes down to their mother's private parts. She was wet like Helen got when Harold touched her. Harold smiled at his sister and nodded. When Helen was wet like that, he sometimes kissed her there. She said it felt as good as when his dick was in her.

Harold turned, letting his mother rest against his chest and between his legs. Karen sighed as she succumbed to her children's loving touch.

Helen and Moke kissed each other's sex many times when the three of them had sex. She particularly liked when she ate Moke while her brother fucked her. She knew her mother would like this.

She slid between her mom's thighs and gently kissed her swollen pussy lips.

An electric shock rocketed through Karen. Involuntarily, her hips thrust up. A distant voice, it sounded like her father, railed at the evils of deviant sex. She attempted to sit up to counsel her children against this unnatural act.

Harold gently held his mother closer to his chest. He pulled on her nipples and pinched them. At the same time, Helen ran her tongue through the fragrant juices flowing from her mother. The earthy aroma and sweet/salty taste were incredible. She extended her arms under her mother's thighs and wrapped them over the top, effectively pinning her down. Hungrily, she licked her mom's creaming twat.

Karen came repeatedly. Never in her life had she experienced so many orgasms so close together. She rarely orgasmed with her father or her husband. She was raised to believe that sex was about procreation and satisfying your husband.

It wasn't until she went native that she began having orgasms.

Harold slipped from under his mother and laid her back on the jungle floor. The sun filtered through the canopy of trees and vines, giving the clearing an ethereal quality. He knelt beside her. He leaned over and kissed each nipple in turn. He knew Helen loved this, and he assumed his mother would also.

Helen's eyes smiled at her brother as she watched him kiss their mother's breasts. She watched as he turned and slowly kissed under each breast and continued kissing their mother's body as his head moved toward hers.

Karen was lost in a frenzy of lust. Her lustful screams drowned out the voice of her father. She moaned in disappointment as Helen slid away from her pussy. Karen's arms waved frantically, trying to grab her daughter and push her head back between her legs.

Her moans of disappointment were replaced with orgasmic groans as her son's mouth replaced her daughter's. She felt the white-hot heat of his rigid cock against her cheek as he sucked on the fleshy nub at the top of her sex. Her screams caused the birds to take flight and circle warily overhead.

Helen knelt next to her brother, stroking his back and behind. She leaned down and lovingly kissed his back. She looked back at her mother's face, wreathed in sexual hunger. She saw her brother's cock sliding up and down their mother's cheek streaking it with his pre cum. She licked her lips. She knew how good that tasted. She wanted to share that with her mom.

Helen lay on her side next to her mom. She leaned over, took Harold's cock in her hand, and kissed it lovingly as she had so many times before. Briefly, Harold raised, looked back, and smiled at her. She smiled back and blew him a kiss. Then she took his cock and guided it into her mother's open mouth.

Karen's mouth accepted the red-hot tool in her mouth. Her husband often demanded that she do this. He identified it as a wifely duty. He would come in her mouth, point imperiously toward the bathroom for her to wash her mouth, and brush her teeth. He implied it was a filthy thing she did.

Somehow, this was different. The corners of her mouth ached as she tried to swallow her son's tool. He is much bigger than his father. She gagged as the massive head pressed against her tonsils. She groaned as Helen pulled Harold's cock from her mouth. She turned and watched as her daughter slid up her brother's cock. Karen watched in amazement as she saw her daughter's throat expand as her brother's cock slid up it. Her son's fingers entered her pussy as he sucked on her clitoris. It was a feeling of wicked, indescribable pleasure.

Harold and Helen were not sexually innocent. They learned from the natives and expanded their sexual knowledge by experimenting on each other.

As his fingers plunged into his mother's gushing hole and her clit grew in his mouth, he knew there was a rough spot inside his sister's pussy at the top that she loved for him to rub. He rubbed his mother's vigorously.

Karen screamed, her body arched, and she gushed her juices all over her son's face. Her eyes grew large at the incredible sensations rocking her body. The sun faded as she sank into unconsciousness.

Harold turned, his face dripping with his mother's cum, and looked into her face.

"Do you think she is okay?"

Helen lay her head on her mother's chest.

"Yes, I think she just passed out. I can hear her heart beating."

"Do you think we did the right thing? I mean, she is our mother. She never said doing her like we do each other was okay."

Helen's full, sensuous mouth twisted into a frown.

"I'm not sure. I know we like it. But I'm not sure if grownups do the things we do."

Helen leaned over and licked her brother's face.

"Mmmm, Mom's juices taste good. Kind of like Moke's but different."

Harold ran his tongue around his lips.

"Yes, she does. But she doesn't taste as sweet as you."

Helen smiled and embraced her brother. They loved each other unconditionally. She hoped to have his babies and was secretly disappointed when Moke got pregnant first.

She lay back on the ground beside their mother and pulled her brother down atop her. She reached between them and guided his tumescent tool into her pulsing hole.

"Go slow this time, Harold. I want to feel you feeling me."

As Karen regained consciousness, she became aware of the setting sun filtering through the palm fronds, the sound of the tropical birds in the trees, and finally, soft moans and mewls of pleasure. She turned her head toward the sounds.

Harold and Helen's bodies moved rhythmically, suggesting long practice and familiarity. As her vision and mind cleared, she realized that her children were fucking right next to her. She rose to her elbow and turned toward them. She opened her mouth to speak and realized she had nothing to say. Instead, she smiled, placed her hand on her son's back, and gently stroked it as he fucked his sister.

In unison, the twins turned toward their mother. They maintained their slow, languorous lovemaking.

"Hi, mom..." Harold began.

"...are you okay?" Helen finished.

"Yes, darlings! Mother is fine. Is it okay if I just lay here and watch? "

"Oh yes, mom! We would like that...." Helen began.

"...Moke and Mama Kikini watched us play all of the time. Do you want me to play like this with you?" Harold finished.

Karen smiled broadly. She glanced around at the beautiful verdant jungle. Unlike Lot, who only had a cave, they had a tropical paradise. They would live here, make babies, and populate their island.

"No children! Not now! Mother is tired. But later."

Chapter 08

Hidden in the undergrowth, Saana Okeke watched warily. Next to him, his wife, Imani, smiled as she watched the lovemaking. Next to her son, Bashiri lay with his hand on her full round ass.

"Dad, they are like us. We should reveal ourselves to them."

Imani lay between the two men, wearing only a loin cloth. Her large breasts stood out firm and pendulous. She felt the loving touch of her son's hand on her bottom. If there was a difference between her two lovers other than the size of their penises...her son was bigger...it was that her son was more affectionate.