Chapter 9

Amanda awoke first. She stretched her arms and groaned. It had been a long time since she had fucked all night. David was insatiable. He fucked her ass twice more, filling her with loads of sweet cum. She had had so many orgasms she lost count.

Quietly she arose from the bed and used the toilet, then washed up as best she could with the small towels and bucket of water. She looked over at her son and smiled. He looked like an angel except that he had a huge cock between his legs and had fucked her almost to death. If they didn't get out of this they would both die happy.

No, I can't think about dying now, I have to keep hope, she thought. We need a plan, even if it doesn't work.

"Good morning, Mom," David said, surprising his mother.

"Oh, hi sweetheart. I was lost in thought."

"Last night ... last night was ... totally incredible," David said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It was for me too," she answered walking over to the bed and sitting next to her son. He pulled her down and kissed her. When his tongue found her mouth she moaned, but pulled away. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

"I could never get enough of you," he said, reaching for her breasts.

Amanda pushed his roaming hand away. "We need to talk about a plan to get out of here. I don't think we have much time."

"I think you're right."

"I was thinking, maybe I could steal the keys from one the guy that delivers our food."

"How, he never comes into the cell?"

"Well, maybe if I enticed him he would find the keys."

"You mean..."

"Yes. Make him think I am going to give him a blow job. Unless you have a better idea?"

David didn't like it, but he didn't have an alternative either.

Amanda hugged him and said, "We have to do what we have to do to get out of here. If it works it will be worth it."

"All right."

They talked about the plan and how she would entice him with a blow job. She would try to keep him against the cell door so David could grab him. It was risky but they didn't have much choice.

When the guard arrived Amanda was standing at the cell door. He looked at her and was surprised to see that she was smiling at him. He smiled back.

"You have been coming here for a while now and I know you have been looking at me. I know you like what you see. You know the food isn't very good and there is not much of it. If you would maybe bring us a little better choice and more, I might be willing to be good to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I could maybe give you a nice blow job."

"Really?"

"Sure, but you have to be nice to me."

The guy looked behind him as if someone was listening. Then he said, "Okay, I can maybe get you something better when I bring lunch."

"Good, my son wants a cheeseburger and fries and I would like a nice salad with grilled chicken."

"I can do that. But you have to pay first."

Amanda felt a chill go through her. Not because of the blow job but the fact that he seemed to be buying into the plan. "Okay, you have the keys with you?"

"No, they don't let me have them. But I know where there kept."

"Good get them then and hurry. I can't wait," Amanda said.

"This is not a trick is it?"

Amanda controlled a smile. This guy was not the brightest bulb but that worked to their advantage.

"Of course it is not a trick. How would we get off the island anyway?" That is a good question, Amanda thought.