Mysterious Island

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On the morning of September 10th, the sky was cloudless. Dad rented a yacht and took the whole family out for a trip. A middle-aged man, even older than Dad, was our boatman. Dad loves sailing, so he asked him for advice on how to sail. My sister, on the other hand, was looking at the sea by herself.

My older sister, who just got into university, is moving out, and I won't have many chances to see her anymore. Watching her back as she walked away made me a little sad. I was chatting with my mom about fun things at school, and I felt that something good would happen when we went sea fishing today. Everyone was full of anticipation...

On the morning of September *, the sound of the waves still lingered in my ears. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a beach. As soon as I stood up, a wave of pain hit me. I had a lot of scrapes all over my body. I looked around and saw my mom lying not far ahead. I quickly went over and woke her up. Seeing my scrapes, she tore off a piece of her sleeve to bandage me. Only then did we realize that we were on an island, but we couldn't see my dad, sister, or the boatman. "I wonder how many days they've been unconscious. I'm so hungry. Let's go to the jungle ahead and see if we can find any wild fruit."

We found a few unripe mangoes to eat for now, and then we continued to look for my dad and the others on the surrounding beach.

"Don't go too far! You'll get lost!"

We searched for a long time but still couldn't find it. My mom and I spent a day on the beach. Mom said, "This can't go on. We're at our wits' end. Let's head into the jungle!"

I nodded, feeling incredibly hungry. Mom told me to bring some raw fruit, and we set off. Mom waved a branch in front of us, and I followed behind. We walked all day, but still hadn't seen anything to eat. We were starving.

Until the second night, I saw a small campfire ahead and prepared to rush forward. Mom said, "Wait! Maybe they're cannibals!"

We secretly hid in the bushes and watched them. We saw them roasting wild boar. My stomach was growling with hunger. I didn't care what kind of tribe they were. I rushed out and sat down next to them. They were startled when they saw me. Mom quickly rushed over and hugged me, indicating that she wanted to protect me.

I drooled over the wild boar meat. They pulled out a large piece of meat and gave it to us. We took it and ate it like crazy (without even knowing if it tasted good). After finishing, we reached out to take another piece, and they gave us another one.
We finished eating in no time, and I even choked a little. They were kind enough to give me water.
One of them said something to us, seemingly asking where we came from, but we couldn't communicate verbally, and sign language was useless.

I looked around; it was like one of those backward tribes I'd seen on TV. They built their houses with wood, and their people had very dark skin, only covering their private parts with leaves. The women didn't even cover their chests, only their genitals.
A few children ran over to look at us, treating us like strange animals.

That night, we wanted to sleep on the rocks nearby so as not to disturb them.

Unexpectedly, they were very kind and woke us up, pointing inside and letting us sleep there. Although there were no beds, it was much more comfortable than outside, and we weren't afraid of the wind and rain. We slept with one of their families.

In the morning, I went hunting with the men of the tribe. I met a man a few years older than me, and he taught me a lot. Because his catchphrase was "Aruru!", I started calling him Aruru.

He took good care of me, treating me like a younger brother, while my mother went to gather fruit and cook.

About a month passed like this. I've lost track of the year, month, and day. During this time, I learned a lot. I was gradually entering puberty, and seeing the exposed breasts of the tribe women excited me. The tribe people were very open about sex, unafraid of being seen, quite daring—it was like watching a live porn film. I watched porn for a month.

Although I had borrowed some from classmates before, real life was even more exciting. Now I masturbate to release my pent-up emotions, but the women in my fantasies aren't from the tribe; they're all movie stars from TV.
Lately, I've been using my mother as a fantasy character to masturbate. I know this is wrong, but the more forbidden something is, the more I want to touch it, the more exciting it feels—it's truly perverted!

Lately, I've been secretly watching my mother's every move. My mother is forty, but her skin is still as white as ever, without any blemishes. And I've noticed that my mother's figure is quite voluptuous, like a fertile piece of land, tempting one to explore it.

Soon, I became increasingly perverse. I would secretly follow my mother into the jungle to watch her urinate. I would circle around to get in front of her and peek, only seeing a clump of pubic hair from a distance before urine shot out. But that was enough for me to masturbate.

My libido grew stronger, sometimes needing to be twice a day. Once, I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, and when I came back, I saw my mother's alluring lying position, which aroused me again. Her extremely short denim shorts couldn't cover her snow-white thighs, and her tattered clothes revealed glimpses of her orange underwear. I picked up a leaf as toilet paper and started masturbating. Although I really wanted to ejaculate on my mother, I knew it might wake her, so I ended up ejaculating on the leaf.

I started watching the local people's genitals to satisfy myself. I discovered that they would apply some kind of lubricant to their own genitals, as well as the genitals of women, before having intercourse. I would watch their genitals and imagine it was me and my mother, and then masturbate.

I discovered that the locals kept that lubricant in a jar, and every household had it, including the one we were staying with. One time, when they weren't around, I secretly applied the lubricant to my penis. To my surprise, it immediately became very large, red, hard, and swollen. It turned out that besides the lubricant, it also contained an aphrodisiac.

I really wanted to have sex with a woman, and I tried to ejaculate by masturbating, but I couldn't. It was so frustrating!
Just then, the woman from this household came back and, seeing me, immediately took off her clothes and made me lie down. She had also applied lubricant to her genitals and then made me lie down. It seemed she wanted to help me satisfy my needs. She grabbed my penis and guided it to her genitals. I was a little surprised; this was so open!

Ah… my first time having sex, the feeling was so good, something I had been looking forward to for so long! But the woman was very quick; perhaps she was also aroused! Even so, I still didn't ejaculate.

This drug was too strong. The woman got up and started sucking on my penis, her tongue constantly swirling around the head of my penis.
I don't know how long it took, but I finally ejaculated, covering her face. After I got up, she looked at me sternly, muttering something under her breath. It was my first time having sex with a woman, and I was so happy. I wasn't afraid of my mother finding out, because of the language barrier, I had kept it a secret.

But after that incident, they took away their lubricant.

About a year later, we gradually learned their language. That's when I learned that if you applied that lubricant and didn't have sex with a woman, your penis would explode and die. No wonder my wife was so nervous; it was a near-death experience.

I heard it was about a ten-minute walk from the tribe, where there was a big tree called the "lust tree," and its sap was used to make lubricant. Aru told me about it when he took me hunting once. Since that near-death experience, I've been much more restrained with sex and haven't been masturbating so much. I've been very careful in everything since then.

Although I've tried to restrain myself a lot, because I'm in puberty now, my sexual needs are still very strong. I've learned about my mother's physiological needs, meaning I know when she wants to urinate, and I secretly follow her. But recently I've noticed that my mother goes out even when she's not just going to urinate.

Once, I secretly followed her again. My mother kept looking around to see if anyone was following her. I've never seen my mother do that before. When she reached a far place, she finally stopped, looked around again, and then took off her pants, squatted on a rock, and used a leaf to wipe her private parts. Is this masturbation...?

I thought back to how long we'd been here, seeing the tribespeople having sex every day, yet my mother had no man to comfort her. Even my mother had sexual needs;

now I understood. My own libido had increased because of this place, due to the environment. Thinking about it now, my mother was truly pitiful, especially now that she was forty, in the prime of her life, with nowhere to release her pent-up desires but masturbation.

My mother rubbed faster and faster, almost tearing the leaves apart. I pulled out my penis and started masturbating in rhythm. My mother accidentally let out a moan, causing me to ejaculate, which startled the jungle.

My mother was startled and quickly pulled up her pants, checking her surroundings. I pulled up my pants too and rushed back to the tribe.
That night, I couldn't sleep, my mind filled with images of my mother. Then I thought of a way to have the best of both worlds.

These past few days, I'd paid special attention to my mother's actions. I discovered that she only masturbated after seeing the tribespeople having sex. After timing it perfectly, one night when everyone was asleep, I went to the sap tree and scraped some sap, storing it in a small jar.

During the sex scene, Mom was about to go out again. I handed her a handful of leaves and asked, "Mom! Going to the toilet?"

Mom blushed and said, "Yes! Thank you!"

As soon as Mom left, I followed her out with the small jar, circling around to a distance in front of her to peep. Sure enough, Mom had sneaked out to masturbate again. As I watched her rub the leaves, I applied lubricant to my penis.
Mom's face grew redder and redder, and her vaginal fluids increased, spraying all over the leaves. I thought it was enough, so I took off my pants and boldly walked out. When Mom saw me, she was terrified and quickly put her pants back on.

Me: "Mom! Stop pretending! I saw everything!"

Mom: "You... saw what?"

Me: "I saw you masturbating!"

Mom: "Who... said I was masturbating? I was peeing!"

Me: "Don't lie to me. When you pee, you pee, and you don't keep rubbing your private parts!"

Mom tried to change the subject, saying, "How did you know I was here?"

Me: "Because I've been following you, from before until now!"

Mom was even more surprised. Mom: "You shameless child!"

Just as Mom was about to start yelling, I immediately stopped her. Me: "Mom! I didn't come here to argue with you today. I know you have needs!"

Mom nervously said: "What... needs?"

Me: "Sex!"

Mom backed away fearfully: "What do you want to do?"

I grinned lewdly: "I want to satisfy Mom!"

Mom said fearfully: "Don't do anything stupid! This is incest! This is immoral!"

Me: "Mom! Think about where we are..." "Who cares what we do? This is a closed place. We can just satisfy our needs like natives!"

Mom didn't speak. I rushed over, grabbed her, and pinned her to the ground. Mom struggled, saying, "No! This is unfair to your father!"

I said, "Dad's life is hanging in the balance. Let's satisfy each other's needs first!"

Mom said nervously, "Don't do this, you beast!"

I laughed and said, "Mom! Aren't you a beast too? Otherwise, why would you have needs?"

Mom couldn't break free, and tears welled up in her eyes. I comforted her, "Mom! We just need to enjoy ourselves. We don't need to care about morality or ethics!"

I forcefully pulled off Mom's underwear. Mom struggled. I said angrily, "I don't know if what I'm doing is right. I only know I have needs. I have animal instincts. No one can control me. I just want to make love to you. I don't know if what I'm doing is right? I'm a man, I just..." "It's my duty..."

Mom seemed shocked by my determination, and easily let me take off my pants. I lifted Mom's legs, and pressed my penis against the entrance of her vagina, which was still wet. Mom only then came to her senses and struggled to escape. Mom: "Please! Don't do this!" Me: "Mom! To tell you the truth, the leaf you just used, I applied an aphrodisiac that the locals use." Mom blushed, her mind blank. Mom: "You're talking nonsense."

Me: "I'm not talking nonsense. If Mom hadn't masturbated, she wouldn't have been drugged. After I applied it, I dried it. As long as it touches something wet, it will stick to it. Mom, when you masturbated, you even stuffed the leaf inside to make the drug more effective. Now, do you feel weak all over, and then very comfortable, and want to have sex?" Mom's face turned even redder, as if I had hit the nail on the head. I said: "Only a little bit has such an effect. Later, speaking of which..." I took out a small jar. I smeared tree sap on my middle finger and smeared it all over my mother's vagina. She said shyly, "Don't do this!" I laughed, "It'll feel great soon, and it even has an aphrodisiac effect." I pressed my large penis against her opening. Knowing the crucial moment had arrived, she struggled fiercely. I feigned pitifulness, "Mom! I've applied this medicine. If I don't have sex with a woman, my little brother will burst and die. Please let me have this one!" Seeing how pitiful I looked, she didn't say anything. I said, "Mom doesn't want to have sex with a barbarian either! It's all in the family!" Mom said, "You're talking nonsense again!"

Mom seemed to relax. At that moment, I forcefully thrust in all the way. Mom couldn't take it... she cried out loudly, immediately covering her mouth with her hand. I started thrusting wildly. Because of the medicine, I couldn't ejaculate quickly no matter how much I thrust. As I thrust, I looked at my mother's expression—a mixture of pain and pleasure. I thought my mother's feelings must be very complicated right now!

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