On an Island With Mom
Copyright© 2019 by DDMarshall
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nineteen-year-old Phil didn't want to go with his marine biologist mother to the island to help with her research but she insisted. Phil could not help but think, "why would I want to go to the south pacific and study mollusks for three months when I could be hanging with my friends for the summer?" It's amazing how fast a Polynesian Beauty and some very strange local customs could quickly change Phil's mind.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Group Sex Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex
“This is it?” I asked as I threw my bags down in the hut that was to be our home for the summer. It was two rooms, a kitchen and a sitting area divided by a waist-high partition. There was also a closet-sized enclosure that I assumed was the privy. Closed off by a curtain was a bedroom with two twin beds.
“I’m afraid so.” My mother answered without a care in the world. I imagined my mother, Ms. Sara Wilson, was used to places like this. Me ... I liked Boston, the Red Sox, the Museum of Fine Arts, Copley Square, and partying at Boston University. What the hell was I doing on an island with my mother in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?
Let me tell you what I’m doing here. I’m about to become my mother’s slave for the summer. Her dorky intern got Lyme disease, helping his mommy cut brush down on Cape Cod. A goddamn tick bites this guy, and he gets to stay on the Cape for the summer. He cancels at the last minute, and I have to go to nowhere land to study mollusks for three months instead of hanging with my friends.
I was not the ideal replacement, but I knew enough from when I accompanied Mom on her local expeditions around New England to be able to sort, catalog, measure, and run the simpler tests for her.
I was agitated and felt clammy in this sweltering heat after the grueling plane ride and the boat ride to the island. “I need a shower, Mom.”
I could see my mother smirking as she gave me directions. “It’s around back, but don’t expect hot water.”
“Holy crap, the place didn’t even have indoor plumbing.” Fifteen minutes later, I was back cursing and complaining about how unfair it was that I had to be here. Mom just smiled as she checked out the small kitchenette, microwave, and refrigerator. I’ll be damned, the place had electricity. Hallelujah.
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