As all things will, the solitude of the summer came to an end abruptly one morning. Mara looked out of the window while she was preparing a late breakfast and noticed a small boat approaching the island from the mainland. Taking a pair of binoculars she kept handy to watch the activities of the small animals and birds on the island, she trained them on the approaching vessel. A man and a woman were aboard, the man piloting it, the woman watching the island through a pair of glasses. Mara was certain the woman could see her as she, in turned, watched the woman. But perhaps the woman's observation could not penetrate the shadows of the window. Mara did not recognize either of the occupants of the boat. Annoyed at the loss of their idyllic days at the coming of the visitors, she called to Tim. “Come here, Tim. See if you know these people.”
“What people?” he called from the hallway. “There is a couple coming to the island and I do not recognize either of them. I thought you might.” He took the glasses and looked carefully at the approaching couple. “I never saw them before, Mom. And they sure are coming right up to our dock.” She could see them well now with her naked eyes. “They surely are,” she agreed. She turned to him.
“Get dressed and go to meet them. Take them to the patio and then call me. I'll be dressing.” She smiled at him and then kissed him tenderly, reaching down and taking his half-hard cock in her hand and moving it gently until he began to stiffen. “Maybe they won't stay long and we can figure out some new way to make love,” she murmured.
He grinned and caressed her tits, making the dark nipples stand out and stiffen in excitement. “I'm for that, Mom.” He gave them one last squeeze and left the kitchen, his huge cock bobbing and waving before him, the big bag bouncing between his legs. He was at the gate that led to the patio when the man and woman walked up the graveled pathway to the house. “Hi there,” the man called. “Are we intruding?” Tim judged the man to be about forty or forty-five. He was deeply tanned and looked strong. Not so tall, but well built. His teeth gleamed white in the dark of his face. “No, not necessarily,” Tim said cordially. “We don't often get visitors out here.” “So Jerry the garage attendant told us over in the village.” They had come up to the gate. “This is my wife, Ruby, and I am Bill Trooper. We are looking for Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Mara Fletcher, wife of Mike Fletcher that died in Angola a few months ago.”
“That was my Dad,” Tim told them, unsmiling, “and Mara is my Mom's name. She said to tell you to make yourself at home on the patio and she'll be out in a minute.” He opened the gate and gestured toward the lawn chairs and chaises on the patio. The man and woman accepted his invitation and seated themselves. Mara had already drawn on a brief bikini, with a loose halter that barely concealed her full breasts, and was observing the couple from a concealed place behind the curtain to the window overlooking the patio. She eyed the man closely. Something there was about him that seemed familiar. Some action, the poise of the head… something that stirred her caution.
The woman she gave only a glance. She was a hanger-on, Mara decided quickly. The man had picked her up somewhere and was taking her with him for a frontispiece. She was only decoration. Realizing she could not draw the absence out longer, she went to the screened door and stepped out upon the patio. She paused and smiled at the couple.
“Hello. I am Mara Fletcher. Tim and I,” she nodded to her son, “saw you coming across the lake.” She stood looking at them expectantly. The man grinned lazily. “Hello, Mara. I have heard a lot about you, but never really thought I would ever see you.” She frowned. What did that mean? “Am I supposed to know you?” She advanced and sat on the edge of a redwood lounge chair, looking over at the man who sprawled lazily in a chaise. Her eyes took in the growing bulge in the man's crotch and knew that he was having thoughts of getting her to bed, his eyes rounding about her tits and her thighs, and his penis growing longer and harder down his pants leg, The other woman noticed it too, and stirred restlessly. However, she was eyeing Tim and noted that the front of the boy's pants seemed unusually full for so young a kid. Suspicious thoughts ran through her mind. Was this woman fucking her own kid? “Not really, Mara,” the man drawled. “My name doesn't matter. What does matter is that your man, Mike Fletcher, was one-third partner with me and another guy in some jewels we found in Uganda during our last little fracas there three years ago.” “So? Mike never discussed these matters with me. It was his business. I let him alone with it.” “Some bloody business,” snapped the woman. “Shut up, Ruby,” the man said casually.
She glared at him and then turned her attention to Tim again, noting that the crowded space in his crotch had started to protrude and bulge. “Mike and me, and one other man I won't name, got out of Uganda by the skins of our teeth,” Bill Trooper told Mara. “The other fellow caught a spear in the gut and we had to leave him. But Mike took the rubies and a black pearl-a beauty, by the way,” he sighed, remembering it, “and was to fence them in London. I followed him a day later, and when I got there, I found he had never gone to London, but was conspicuous by his absence. What happened, dear lady, your fine husband absconded with the jewel-pretties, fenced them in New York, finally sent me a pittance for my part, and then went to Angola and got himself killed before I could catch up with him.” She nodded.
“He was killed in Angola,” she admitted. “But what does all this have to do with Tim and me?” The man leaned up in the chaise and the huge erection in his pants protruded, making the pants stand out like a tent. Obviously he was wanting to get between Mara's delightful thighs. “It means just this, lady. You are going to cough up about two hundred thousand dollars, and quickly. Or you and your pretty boy there will disappear from this island, mysteriously like, and form an unusual ghost story for the old men and witches of this community to scare their kids with-about a boy and his Mom who suddenly disappeared from the island and are heard crying in the breeze on nights when the moon is gone and the mists rise from the lake.” “You are out of your skull, man.” Mara jumped to her feet.
“Now you get to your boat and get off my island-you are trespassing, you know.” “What will you do if I don't?” the man asked, rising and taking a step toward her. “I'll-I'll call the sheriff,” she shrilled, suddenly frightened. The man grinned. “Go on, call.
You'll find that he is at the capital for a convention. And that the village marshal, whom I have known for several years, is just banking a nice fistful of green stuff I gave him to turn a deaf ear toward this island.” He shook his head. “No way, lady. Now, let's you and me go into the house and talk business.” He turned to the woman.
“Ruby, you keep the boy out here for a while, huh, while his mother and I talk over our business. Entertain him in your personal way of entertaining, eh?” He winked at the woman and she grinned at him. “Sure, Bill. Go right ahead. Timmy and I will get along all right, won't we. Tim? Tim glared at the man. “Mom, are you all right? He isn't going to hurt you, is he?” Mara smiled, pale but contained now. “It's all right, honey. You stay here while Mr. Trooper and I go over some papers.” She patted his cheek and then left, leading the man into the kitchen and then into the front room.
Ruby turned to Tim and took his hand. “Sit down right there, in front of me, boy. Now, let's you and me have a little fun, huh?”
To his surprise, she quickly slipped out of her shorts and settled back, her bottom half completely nude. Slowly she leaned back and spread her thighs, and he watched as her hairy cunt came into view, the lips puffed and dark red, the labia protruding slightly from the inner folds of her vagina, and a little dewy moisture gathered about the edges of her slit. He gulped. He was used to seeing his mother's cunt, and to handling her, playing with her and fingering her until she was hot and ready to accept his rampant rod. But this was a strange woman, and it excited him immensely. His crotch stirred and writhed and protruded as his cock hardened. Slowly he settled upon the edge of the chair across from her. She raised her legs, her heels caught upon the edge of the chaise, and slowly spread her legs sideways. All of her hair-surrounded cunt was gaping, and winking at him. He moaned in a stirring passion. “That's about all you can take, isn't it, Timmy?” She threw a cushion down in front of her and grinned at him, slowly reaching behind her and undoing her halter. She stripped it away, teasingly, and her breasts came into view, large and bouncing as she stirred. Her nipples were huge and long, pointing outward to the sides, and enlarged as he watched, until they were extended an inch or more from the body of the breasts. She held out her arms to him and wiggled her fingers. “Come on, pretty boy,” she murmured, “strip off those shorts. They are hurting what I want to see. And then come here and eat me a little. I like that very much, and might just do the same for you.” He stood and slowly stripped off his shorts, his hardening cock, hugely thick, with broad, darkened knob, lengthened, swung out and then upward, until it stood its fully nine inches from his belly. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “I see it, but I don't believe it. Come here to Momma, darling. I want to have all that pretty thing to myself as soon as I can get it!”
Bill Trooper stood in front of Mara in the front room as she sat upon a sofa, looking up at him apprehensively. “Now, I don't want to hurt either you or your boy. I just want what is rightly mine. You make up papers that will allow me to get my two hundred thou, and I will take my cunt out there and be on my way.” She shook her head. “I can't do that, Mr. Trooper.” “Why not? Don't fool with me, woman.” “I am not fooling with you, man. I can't give you anything, because Mike put it all in trusts, certificates of deposits, bonds, stocks and such, so that I get the interest and that is all.
The principle cannot be touched until Tim is twenty-five. Then it can all be reviewed. He will get two-thirds and I will get a third. Until then I have only my own small savings and a checking account.” He snarled. “Don't lie to me! If all this is true, who handles the accounting?” “A couple of lawyers.” she answered truthfully, “and a CPA firm in the capital.” He was silent for a moment. “How much do you have in checking and savings that you can get to?” She was silent, staring at him. He reached out and slapped her face resoundingly. She fell back onto the sofa and he was upon her, straddling her, slapping her face first one way and then the other.
“Tell me how much you have or I'll beat you until you won't be able to see.” She sobbed and nodded. “All right. All right. Leave me alone. I'll tell you.” He relaxed and leaned back grinning, supporting himself upon her thighs. Slowly he reached out and pulled her halter down, letting her large, firm tits pop out. The nipples hardened in the excitement of the moment. “Tell me,” he whispered savagely, and poised his hand as though to grab and twist her breast.
“I-I-have about twelve hundred in checking, from the last interest payment. And I have nearly ten thousand in savings, from bonds and stocks I cashed to pay bills when he died. That was what was left of them.” He scooted from her thighs and slipped down upon the sofa beside her. “Good. Now, wasn't that easy? You could have told me in the first place and saved yourself all this slapping around.
Now,” he put his arm about her shoulder and pulled her to him, “let's you and me get a little better acquainted.” She relaxed against him, knowing that it was useless to fight him. He would beat her and she might even be injured severely or killed. Let him do what he wanted, she told herself, and get out of here. He stripped the halter from her completely and then pulled at her shorts. She raised her hips, undid the knot on the side and let the scanty bikini fall from her hips. She was nude when she settled back into his arms, and his breath was coming much, much faster. “You are a nice bundle of woman, Mrs. Fletcher, ma'am,” he said mockingly. “I like them a little taller and a little more hefty in the beam, but you'll do. How would you like to straddle this for a while?” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, broad and throbbing, not as long as Tim's, but every bit as thick. A little pearl of cum stood at the slit in the knob, and dribbled down the side. “Is that part of the bargain I'm getting?” she asked. “Give you my money, and get a free fuck in exchange?” He laughed. “Not a bad idea. Sure. But first, how about a little headwork?” He took her by the nape of the neck and pulled her down, until her mouth was directly above the swollen knob of his cock. She breathed deeply. “All right, but don't get rough with me now, or I might hurt you.” She slid down on her knees before him and between his legs. Her hands undid his belt buckle and pulled the zipper down further. His pants were open now and his large cock, curved upward toward his belly, thrust out of the whiteness of his boxer pants. By the bulge in his crotch, she knew that he had a sac of huge nuts hiding down there. With the huge pecker sticking right into her face, and the dribbling of his cum, she was getting hot in the crotch herself. She leaned forward and took the cock in her hand, pulling the foreskin over the head and then stripping it down quickly.
“Ummmm, that's it, baby, play with it and then suck it!” He leaned back, his hands upon her shoulder now as she leaned deeper into her work and licked the broad expanse of the purplish knob with her tongue. She licked and lapped at it, tongued the slit, and finally took the forepart of the knob in her lips and sucked lightly.
“That's it, baby, that's it! Suck it good,” he groaned, and thrust up so that more of his cock stuck up out of his pants. She opened her mouth widely and took the entire head into the hot, breathing cavern and closed about it, making him squirm as she began to apply suction. “Ummm, oooohhhhhhh, God, that's good! Keep it up, baby, keep sucking. Damn, you are good at sucking cock. You must practice all the time!” He groaned and thrust into her mouth and throat, making her gag. She held on to his hips and forced him to settle down into the sofa cushions until she could get her gag reflex under control and breathe again. She eased back and let the knob flip from her mouth, throwing droplets of early cum-juice onto her cheeks.
“You settle down, now, mister,” she cautioned. “You'll make me hurt you. You've had head before, so act right.” She did not wait for his answer, but settled again to her task, easing her hand down into his crotch and cradling his big balls, and running her mouth up and down the thick shaft of his cock again. “Okay, baby, you're in the driver's seat.” He reached out and began to caress her tits, making them bounce with his effort, squeezing gently now, and making the nipples erect and quiver as he thumbed them and rolled them with his fingers. She moaned in her throat and shifted so he could reach them better. “How about doing a 69 with me, baby?” he asked.
“Then we both can get some fun out of it.” She looked up at him. “Do you mean that?” “Sure. I ain't such a bad fellow, when you get to know me web. Come on, shift up here and turn around. I don't mind licking a little cunt at all.” He grinned and she quickly did as he invited. With a lithe movement she was over his face and facing his rampant cock. As she seized it eagerly now, hardly waiting to get settled into her new position, she felt her thighs being spread and then her clit quivered at the hot stab of his wet tongue. She breathed deeply and took his cock into her mouth again and began her bobbing up and down, her spit and his juices making a slime upon his shaft that let her lips travel quickly from his tightening balls to the tip of his cockhead. She felt him spread her cunt-lips with his thumbs and then his hot, hard tongue was licking and lapping, making her squirm. Her hips took a small hunching motion, pushing her cunt into his face. His lips found her clitoris and sucked it, making it stick out and jerk with excitement as the blood gorged within it. She moaned as she felt the drawing of his lips, but she could not speak for her mouth was filled with the hot tip of his fuck-club, making her grunt and groan just to contain it. She felt him begin to thicken and throb and knew that he was close to spewing her a mouthful of hot, creamy cum. “Hot damn, woman, I'm just about to spurt,” he yelled at her. He hunched into her throat and held her down so she could not withdraw. She breathed quickly through her nose and then felt the first jerk of his thick cock, and the hot, lava-like spurt of his initial coming. “Aaaagggaaaw,” he grunted and groaned and then, writhing to bring about her crisis at the same time, she felt the thick cream erupt into her mouth and throat, almost choking her. She swallowed quickly, withdrawing slightly until the knob was just inside her lips. Then, getting control of the spurting, she sucked as he spurted, drawing and siphoning as he exploded and he yelled at the pain-pleasure of her action, feeling as though she was drawing his balls through his cock. In the meanwhile, she was shuddering out her crises one after another, as he sucked her cunt, lapping it wetly, running his tongue around her thick lips and diving with it deeply into her hot cave. She hunched against his face and moaned, coming several times without stopping, one eruption of nerves and joy after the other. Slowly they drifted down from their peak of emotion and she slid off his body onto the carpet, stretching out depleted upon the floor. “Hey, woman.” He peered at her over his arm flung over his eyes, his voice weak and quivering. “You sure can suck. Can you fuck as good as you suck?” She opened her eyes slightly and peered back at him. “Some have said that I gave ass as good as I gave head, if that answers you,” she replied. He laughed. “Let me rest awhile,” he commented, “and I'll see if it's true.” Ruby leaned back in the chaise lounge and rolled her head, gritting her teeth and squinting her eyes in the exquisite sensations she was experiencing from the now-practiced lips and tongue of the boy. He knelt upon the cushion, his head thrust between her thighs, his palms tucked underneath her ass-cheeks, pulling her forward. His tongue, extended and curled, was like a small penis that darted in and out of her hot, slick cunt, and now and then lapped upward to surround her extended clitoris. The little organ stuck upward between the darkened lips of her cunt like a small penis, the hood taut over the end of it, making it appear as though she had a hard-on. “AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh, boy, you are gooooood!” she panted, working her hips, making her slick, steaming cunt move up and down upon his tongue. “You are making me cooooooooooooommmm,” she squealed and began thrashing about. Holding his head to her cunt she grunted and began hunching, almost smothering him. He finally pulled loose from her and knelt back, his breath snoring in his nostrils and his eyes gleaming with lust. She opened her thighs widely and he knelt between them, one hand guiding his broad-knobbed cock right into the slick lips of her cunt. She closed her eyes and arched upward, to give him more room. “That's it, lover boy, slip that club into me. You have the biggest cock for a boy I ever dreamed of seeing.” “Mom says it is larger than my father's,” he panted, watching down the length of his belly, as he guided the monster into place, seeing the purple knob disappear slowly into her box. It was in now an inch past the head and he waited, allowing her tissues to spread. His balls were tight against the shaft, letting her know that he was stirred and would not be long coming. “You screw your mother?” she asked, hunching gently, feeling another inch slide into her. She put her arms about his shoulders and leaned back, bringing her legs up and around his waist.
“Sure. We have been fucking all summer,” he gasped, as he seized her around the waist, and began to hunch, his hips making rapid in and out movements. “Oh, boy! Keep right on doing that, Timmy boy!”
She moaned and, lifting her legs, put them over his shoulders. Now her ass was on the edge of the chair and her cunt lifted higher, so that he was able to get a better drive at her muff. His huge cock now slipped entirely into her ever-widening cunt, the juices gurgling out around his shaft and dripping down the crack of her asscheeks. He reached under and slipped one finger against her rosebud-asshole, and poked gently. As the movement of her body continued, his finger became slick with sweat and her cum-juice, and he slipped it into her asshole up to the knuckle. “Ohhh, that feels so good,” she moaned, and hunched the harder. His cock was all the way into her now, slipping in and out like a giant piston in and out of its oiled chamber. “You sure can fuck, for a boy,” she gasped, her head thrown back against the high back of the lounge, rolling and bobbing as she threw her ass up and back, their bodies making wet, smacking sounds as they met in midair. “Have you got a girl that you hump all the time?” “Nope,” he answered gustily, breathing deeply and feeling his cum beginning to boil in his balls, “no one. Just my Mom.” “Is she-oh-a good-uh, uh, uh-lay… fuck me boy, throw it into me,” she screamed as his cock dipped into her honeyed slit and hit the bottom. “Oh, damn, I am going to come and I wanted it to go on and on and on,” she moaned. Gritting her teeth, she shut her eyes and keened, and then her body began to shake and shiver in the throes of a series of crises which rolled over her like waves pounding upon a sand pit. He felt it coming up his stem then, and his cock swelled more, hard as steel within her cunt, and then his hot cum spurted out in the black depths of her hot canal and he began to pour his cum-juice into her, one squirt after the other. Bill Trooper and Mara stood by the patio door, out of sight of Ruby and Tim, and watched the boy balling Bill's woman. The sight of his huge cock, as he rose from eating her cunt, swinging and nodding as he arranged her on the chaise lounge to suit his needs, made Bill shake his head in wonder. “That boy yonder has the biggest dong I have seen on a human being. Some burros don't have clubs that big.” “I know,” she admitted. She reached down and kneaded his soft cock, making it harden and swing out and up. “You've a nice-sized dick, Bill, but not as good as his.” “You been fucking your own boy?” “You don't see any other man around, do you?” “None but me,” he admitted. She nodded. “And, like you said, by inference, even you don't compare to him. Now, Mr. Trooper, you have had your cock fucked and sucked and your ashes hauled.” She sat down at the small kitchenette table and taking a cigarette he offered her with a light, she drew a long breath, sucking the good-tasting smoke far into her lungs. “Can I just write you a check and you go and get the money and be done with us?”