Hostages Pt. 01

If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stroking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to 'get dirty' but only in the height of my character's arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but generally they are not autobiographical.

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Act 1 -- Background

My husband, Bob, had died when Harry was 12. Harry was old enough for his dad to be his hero, but it was me who did my best to steer him through his teenage years. He has turned out to be a good man, and I am very proud of him; he is a strong 18-year-old gentleman just like his dad was.

Harry has never had a girlfriend, as far as I know. While he had many female admirers, I couldn't help wondering whether he was gay. Not that was an issue as I just wanted him to be happy.

Harry wanted to follow his dad into the army. I didn't want to discourage him from his ambitions, but it brought back the pain of losing his dad; he was killed in action. Selfishly, I didn't want to be left alone. Plus, the nagging thought that being gay in a macho front-line force may not be the best career move. I tried to gently suggest that university may be his best career move, but his dad was always his hero.

The best I could do was to persuade him to take a year out before finally deciding. As luck would have it an opportunity arose for me (a professor of Anthropology at Cambridge University) to travel for 9 months in the Amazon. I was going to study the effect of modern life on an amazon tribe and persuaded Harry to accompany me as 'security and logistical support'. That was the title the university dreamed up; we both thought it was funny. Basically, he was just 'along for the ride'.

Act 2 -- Peru

We flew into Puerto Maldonado in Peru. We needed to travel to the Andean-Amazon foothills in order to study a tribe called the Harakmbut, being one of the oldest documented, distinct ethnic groups in the southeastern Peruvian foothills. They traditionally resisted outside expansion and maintained isolated, clan-based longhouse societies.

In Maldonado we took advice from a local contact and hired guide whose name was Shuar. He was a cheerful man, aged about 50 who spoke surprisingly good, although broken, English. He visited our hotel in the second afternoon and said a convoy of trucks was leaving that night which would take us most of the way. The rest of the way we would have to trek. Actually, we expected to trek most of the way, so the truck journey was very welcome.

That night the three of us climbed into the back of truck and tried to make ourselves comfortable on sacks of flour. For the next 6 hours we did our best to sleep, made very difficult by the state of the roads.

The next morning the trucks stopped and Shuar said, "here we go walk." Harry took out our GPS receiver from his rucksack and switched it on. Before it had a chance to boot up, Shuar laughed and said, "no time, we go". In the short time we had known Shuar, we liked and trusted him and so had no reason not to turn it off (to save battery life) and start to walk.

We turned off the tarmaced road onto a dirt road, after about a mile we turned off onto a narrow dirt road and later a path through the forest. It was hot and sweaty work, but we were surrounded by the beauty of the tress and the cacophony of forest life.

At the end of a long day, we set up camp. After we had eaten, we sat around the campfire making conversation. In the course of which Shuar said, "hard work today, yes?" we nodded our agreement. "Hard for me too." We nodded again. "I need hospital, Maldonado." We didn't comment. "Much dollar."

I tried to be polite. "Oh, dear what is the problem. Do you need an operation?"

"Yes, operation, no dollar." He paused for effect. "You give me dollar."

Harry sat up straight and I'm sure was about to say something along the lines of 'you have been well paid etc. I cut across him. "We don't have dollar here, Shuar. Maybe we can pay more in Maldonado."

"No, I need operation, much pain."

"I'm sorry we don't have any dollar here. In Maldonado we pay." He frowned but seemed satisfied with the fact we had no money with us and the conversation moved on.

Act 3 -- Where the f*** are we?

We slept well after all our exertions the previous day and woke to an amazon dawn chorus. I looked around and immediately noticed the absence of our guide. "Where's Shuar?"

"Don't know, and his kit is gone." Harry looked around. "... and my rucksack is open." He searched it. "The fucker has taken our GPS and satellite phone."

I was immediately panicked, but Harry rose to occasion and, without a hit of concern in his voice, started to lay out our practical options. I was calmed by his manliness, and we agreed we would try to retrace our steps keeping an eye on the sun to make sure we were not going around in circles. We would rest once we could no longer accurately see where the sun was and not start walking gain in the morning until we had sight of it. We had food for 5 or 6 days and a rain trap which we would set up every time it rained.

For the 1st day our plan seemed to be working. Although we had no clue as to where we were, we were confident in our direction of travel. However, by lunchtime on the 2nd day, we were both increasingly concerned that we should have hit the dirt road by now. It was about 3pm when we heard the distance buzz of chain saws. Relieved and with a spring in our step we followed the sound.

After about an hour we came across a small clearing. 4 men were working with chainsaws. Due to the noise, they didn't immediately notice us, but when they did they stopped work, smiled and approached us. Harry stepped in front of me while continuing to smile. He held his hand up and said "Hi, we are lost. Can you help us?" They just smiled at him oblivious to his words. The spoke to each other, I think in Portuguese. Harry spoke the only Portuguese he knows "Ola, bom dia."

They all spoke at once, but we couldn't understand any of it and Harry just shrugged his shoulders. One of them held his hand up to his mouth in the international sign for eating. We nodded. They nodded and motioned us to walk down a track with them. Harry tried to position himself between them and me which I thought was very sweet. I am not sure what he thought we could have done if three brawny work men had decided to rape me. Of course, the consequences of meeting three workmen alone in the Amazon jungle had crossed my mind but I was too weary to give it too much thought.

Act 4 -- The camp

After an hour, and in the dark I was relived to find ourselves, unharmed, in a makeshift camp. The men shouted up ahead and more men came to see what the commotion was. The crowd parted and a tall man with sunglasses strode up and stopped about 10 feet from us. He shouted in Portuguese. "quem é você". He shouted again "quem é você". quem é você".

I couldn't work out why he was wearing sunglasses in the dark. Harry shouted back "English"'. It was then I noticed that two guys behind the man, who I assumed to be the boss, had assault rifles. Harry, still smiling took a few paces forward "English" he repeated, the two guards levelled their rifles.

"Harry step back," I grabbed and pulled his sleeve. Still smiling Harry stepped back, still shielding me. The boss man shouted an order, and a small man came running from what looked like a canteen to our right. The boss man shouted again.

"You English?" the small man said in thick Latin accent

"Yes" we chorused.

"I Antonio. I speak English good. My boss Jose" he pointed to the boss man. "He say who you? He say what you do here?"

I explained that I was a university professor studying amazon tribes. Our guide had abandoned us and we are lost. He turned to the boss and relayed our conversation. "Jose say bullshit. You logging inspector."

I repeated our story. Antonio repeated and Jose got visibly angry. The guards twitched still pointing their rifles at us. Antonio spoke again to Jose. "Jose has agreed me ask you more." With that he led us to the canteen and invited us to sit. Jose barked and the guards followed. They stopped about 10 feet from us still pointing the guns to our backs.

Antonio ordered some water and we told him our story. Told him who we were. I said we were there to study Harakmbut. He frowned and said "merda, but you far away Harakmbut land." We pointed out again we were lost. I told him about papers I had published. He shouted for someone to bring him a battered laptop. He pushed it towards me saying "google". He pointed to the sky "Starlink much good." I passed it back and he examined the results of the search. I wasn't sure how much he understood but he at least seemed to accept our story.

"Ah, yes. OK you speak truth. This dangerous place for you, my friends. Jose not bad man. But our boss very bad man. We hava licence logging but maybe GPS not so good. You make Jose very nervousa. You know easy make people disappear here."

Almost pleading with him I said "What can we do. We are no trouble. We just want to go home."

"Yes, understand. Do not say Harakmbut. Jose and these people fight many times. You say Harakmbut, you die. You cause problems for Jose, you die."

My Heart sank. Like a lioness I would do anything to protect my son. "What can we do. What can I give Jose for our safety."

Antiono understood the clear implication. I was offering myself for my son's freedom. I realised we were in no position to bargain. If Jose wanted me, he could take me. "Jose not want woman, he focus job. He will not let men to touch you. Fighting men bad business. Woman bad business."

I was relieved and disappointed at same time. I had nothing to trade. "No make trouble for Jose. Always same story. Never change. Maybe he tired. He not bad man. I think killing you not good business. Men look for you. Maybe find us. Better they find you many kilometres. Better find you safe maybe no look us."

"Yes please. We would not tell anyone about you. Take us now please."

"Slow my friends. Jose not happy. Easy decision now... kill you. Maybe when trucks take logs you go."

"When will that be?"

"10 days, maybe. You give Jose no trouble maybe you ride trucks. Now we go, see Jose." He led us back to Jose with the guards still behind us. Jose and Antonio did a lot of talking in Portuguese. The gist seemed to be that Jose not happy and not convinced, but it seemed that Antonio was some sort of conciliary. Eventually Antonio turned to us. "Good for you, Jose no kill you now, you stay. I show you." He led us to a tin hut dug into the ground but no higher than about 4 foot. It was about 4 foot wide and about 8 feet long. Inside I could see a dirty mattress

"We can't stay in there it's not big enough, please Antonio."

"You lucky you alive. This only place fechadura da porta." [Note: The only place with a lock] He pointed to the padlock on the open door. His face was stern. Further protest was futile and I realised that when Antiono said don't make trouble for Jose, he meant don't make trouble, full stop.

We both crouched in and I noted with some relief that there were 2 large plastic bottles of water. A guard threw some bread onto the mattress just before he closed and locked the floor. Silence....

After we gathered our thoughts and digested our situation we spent a few hours talking (very quietly) about or predicament and how we might escape. Sleep came although I don't think either of us slept very well; the mattress was too small, so we spent all night disturbing each other with movement and touching, which was particularly uncomfortable given the heat of the hut.

Act 5 -- First day

We woke to the sound of the camp waking up still in the dark. I guessed that all the workers had to be in the forest, working, at first light. There was lots of shouting and commotion.

Just as sunlight started to filter through the holes in our tin shed the door was unlocked and opened. Blinking in bright sunlight I looked out and saw that someone had dragged a table and a bench seat. On the table was some bread, fruit and I smelt coffee. The two guys with guns grunted and pointed us to the table. We got up, stretched and walked to the table. Hungrily we tucked into breakfast.

Just as we finished Antonio and Jose arrived with two more men with guns. I was expecting and received the same questions. Who are you? Why are you here? Same answers. Jose still was not satisfied and made Antonio repeat all of the questions. At the end of my repeated answers, I said, "I need the bathroom." Antonio nodded and spoke to Jose who laughed a reply. "Jose say this not Hilton, this lumber camp, men piss where they stand and shit over there," he pointed.

I replied angrily. "What!!! I'm a woman I need privacy." Antonio looked to Jose who simply shrugged his shoulders.

I was about to launch a tirade when Harry said softly, "I don't think you have a choice mum." I knew he was right and I was near bursting. I huffed and, in a temper, I stood up and walked towards a tree. Upon arrival I undid my shorts and dropped both them and my knickers. I stepped out of them and picked them up because I didn't want to risk getting urine on any of my clothing. In front of half a dozen leering men I squatted and tried to urinate. Having never pissed with an audience, frustratingly, I seemed to dry up. My face was an angry scowl. I did not make eye contact with anyone. Finally, a stream of hot liquid was expelled from my body. I shouted at Antonio, "I need a tissue". Antino relayed my demand to Jose. Jose barked. Antonio walked to the canteen grabbed a dish cloth, walked to me and threw it to me. I huffed but made no comment. All of the men starred in fascination as I wiped the drips of urine from my pussy. I kept the cloth for future use. As I walked back to the bench I passed Harry on his way to the pissing tree. Once we both finished Jose waved us into the shed.

Harry and I were quiet, I think we were both felt the degradation of having to piss in public. We were both left alone with our thoughts. I felt dirty in so many ways. I was hot, sweaty and realised I hadn't had a wash of any sort for 2 days. I had to suffer being forced to urinate in front of 6 strangers all staring at my most private parts. I really wanted to clean my body and wash them out of my mind but I couldn't bring myself to strip in such close and intimate proximity to my son. So, I splashed my face. He saw me and did the same.

Finally, Harry said angrily, "I will hit the next one who makes you do that again mum."

"You are a good boy, Harry..... no ..... you are a real man, but I think you had it right when you said we have no choice. They have guns. Let's just do as Antiono says and cause as little trouble as possible. Keep smiling and do what they want."

We were still lying side by side, but any movement meant we touched which just seemed to make us both feel even hotter. After a while Harry suggested we prop our backs up, one against the door and the other against the end wall, facing each other, if we took turns to sit, one with legs apart the other closed together, we could keep as cool as possible,

With nothing to do apart from think, time went so slowly. It felt like days but after a few hours they let us out again for some lunch of fried beans. God it was hot and our clothes were soaked in sweat. "Harry why don't you take your shirt off and hang it on the shed to dry out."

He complied to reveal a glistening muscular body. He certainly kept himself in shape. As he sat back down, he said, "you should do the same, mum." I knew he was right, but I would be exposing myself to more leering from the guards. 'Oh, fuck it,' I thought, they've seen everything.' I undid my shirt with the guards watching every movement and threw it over the hut. I could feel their laser gaze on my bouncing breasts. I can't say I am a big girl, ample you might say, but I was proud of how firm they still were for a 39-year-old.

Shirt less we crouched back into the hut. After some time, I was aware that Harry was glancing at my breasts. Not staring, but every now and again I would catch him eyeing up my cleavage. I wasn't surprised, what red blooded man isn't drawn by the soft curves of a woman's breasts even his own mother's. I didn't want to embarrass him and besides what else was he supposed to look at. I remembered conversations with my husband about his youth and the amount of masturbation he did. Harry had not had any 'private time' in about a week.

If he had been naked, my eyes would have been unable to avoid glancing at his manhood even as his mother. A sort of primeval magnetic affect, not strong but persistent.

We were let out at 6pm for more beans, bread and another interrogation. A wind blew and I shivered. Antonio said."surazos" and I remembered hearing about it. A cold wind from Andes. He followed up with, "cold in night." I asked for our jackets from our rucksacks. Antiono consulted Jose who just laughed and walked away. "Jose say you hug, you not cold." There was no point in arguing.

As we returned to prison, I was glad that we had the dry shirts from the side of the shed, but I didn't realise how cold we were going to get. After a few hours I was spooning up to Jake who was shivering. I rubbed his shoulders and back vigorously to warm him up. He stopped shivering and he whispered, "let me do the same for you." We swapped, he rubbed my shoulders and back. Of course, as soon as he helped me, he was cold and vice versa.

Harry said, "why don't we face each other so we can rub each other's back at the same time." This position was better as that captured warmth between our bodies and allowed us to mutual rub. I relaxed and became aware of the position we had put ourselves in. My cheek resting on Harry's cheek, my breasts squashed into his chest but the thing I noticed most was the lump in his shorts pressing into my mons. I tried to ignore it; we needed to keep warm. He must have felt it too but didn't react.

I woke, in the morning, with Harry's body wrapped around my back. His hand perilously close to my breast. His boner was lodged in my bum crack. He was breathing with the regular tempo of being asleep. I snuggled into him ignoring his cock but enjoying the warmth of his body. His hand moved and came to rest on the side of my breast. I didn't move it. He was still asleep and his move had been innocent. I enjoyed the warmth of his hand. I drifted back off to sleep in a dream involving my breasts being stoked.

I woke to the feeling of Harry slowly rubbing his hard-on against me. He was still breathing steadily and so assumed he must still be asleep. I smiled. The cold wind had gone, and I was warm in the arms of my son, a man I loved. I could put up with his bone. Strangely and naively, it didn't feel sexual to me, more comforting than anything. Harry moved suddenly and woke with a start. "What's the matter, Harry?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you move so suddenly."

"I was uncomfortable." I smiled and passed up on the opportunity to tease him.

Soon after we were let out for breakfast and the use of the 'toilet tree.' I walked to the tree. As I took off my shorts and knickers, I noticed that the guards had moved quickly to get a full view of my pussy. 'Dirty bastards', I thought. I scowled and as I crouched turned my back to them. I looked down as I started to piss. When I looked back up, I realised I had turned towards Harry who was now getting a full anatomical view of his pissing mother. I couldn't have stopped the flow even if I had wanted to. I couldn't turn away with splashing urine. So, I sighed, hoped he would look away but he didn't. I couldn't even summon the energy to scowl at Harry to show my aversion to him staring. There was a small part of me that wanted to be appreciated. My hair was a mess, my clothes all sweat stained and I must have stunk, so any reminder that I was a still, at least, a partly attractive woman was welcome even from my son. So, I just let him stare at my flower.

When I finished it was Harry's turn. As he started to piss, I noticed a high arc made by his stream; the guards were laughing. He turned away from them, and I could see why they were laughing now. He had an erection which was causing him to piss with a high arc. When he saw me watching him, he tried to push it down, but it was too hard and in the end, he gave up and just relieved himself.

[Author: readers will note that I do not describe defecation. This is not an accidental omission, I'm afraid I just don't find it sexy in any way. I have no opinion on people who do find it interesting, it's just not me and I like to write about what arouses me..... back to the story.....]

We crawled back in. "You didn't have to look mum."

"It was funny."

"No, it wasn't, it was embarrassing. A boner in front of you mum."

I decided to tease him some more to hopefully lighten his mood. "That wasn't the only time you had a boner today, was it?"

"What do you mean."

"I think my back is bruised from your prodding this morning."

"Oh, fucking brilliant. Not only did my own mum see my erection but now you know you are the reason I had one."

"Am I still the reason you have one now." I realised as soon as I said that it was a bridge too far. I shouldn't have teased him so much. I quickly followed up with "Harry, it's natural."

"No, it's not, you're my mum"

"I'm a woman."

"Der..... of course you are, but I'm not supposed to feel that way. It's perverted."

I needed him to feel better about himself, or the disgust would pray on his mind for the remainder of our captivity. "Relax Harry, we may have a long stretch here and fighting your instincts is going to make the time pass very slowly and be very mentally painful for you."

"What, I should enjoy leering at my own mother?"

"OK, time for an anthropology lesson. It's absolutely true that the sort of feelings you have are frowned upon in modern society. And of course, giving a physical manifestation to those feeling is a crime in most countries."

"Physical manifestation?"

"Do I need to draw you a picture?"

It dawned on him what I meant, incest. "Oh fuck"

"Well yes, I wouldn't have put it quite like that but yes 'oh fuck'. Anyway humans, in fact most animals, have evolved to avoid sex between close relatives. It's bad for the gene pool, it would likely cause friction between other family members and there is increased potential for birth defects."

"So, if we have evolved to avoid it why am I getting a hard on."

"Indeed, for the same reason you keep looking at my cleavage."

"I was not". I looked him in the eye and smiled. "Ok I was". He smiled as well and briefly glanced down to my cleavage. "OK why can't I stop myself?"

"Because our animal desire to reproduce is a stronger instinct that the desire not to reproduce within a family. There is a lot of evidence to show that although animals do not procreate with family members they will do so if there are no other alternatives."

"Right?" He was asking for a conclusion.

"So, what I am saying is that we are in very close proximity to each other, scantily clad and with lots of time on our hands. Your feelings are completely natural. But that doesn't give you permission, we are not animals. It just means, don't beat yourself up about things you can't change."

"Do you have these feelings, mum?"

"I'm you mum you can't ask me that."

"Really? Why?"

"OK, no I'm not affected in the same way. I'm a woman and react differently. I'm a bit older than you so my hormones are not raging through my body like yours are. My motherly instinct is stronger than my urge to reproduce."

The conversation dried up from there. Before long we both retreated into our own heads. Harry obviously felt more relaxed as he didn't avoid glancing at my cleavage. I began to wonder whether I had given him virtual permission and whether that was a good idea. I would probably have to remind him not to stare but on other hand I felt a bit hypocritical because my mind was drifting to the sight of him pissing this morning. He certainly was a well-endowed man!!

The day went slowly. Beans, interrogation and sitting in our hut. Nothing to do to fill the time was taking its toll particularly on Harry. His eyes never left my breasts made worse by the fact it was hot again, so we had taken our shirts off. I noticed he now had a near permanent hard on. Poor lad..... all that testosterone and no way to empty his balls.

When we were let out that afternoon Harry was really belligerent with the guards. He looked very angry as he turned away to piss. He looked angry at me as he faced me with his erect cock in his fist. Almost like he was waving at me saying 'look what you are doing to me'. The guards were unhappy with him as he swore at them when he pushed his cock back into his shorts.

Back in the hut I had to talk to Harry. "Harry you are going to have to calm down with the guards. We need their co-operation and we need Jose to get bored with us. If we cause problems we will end up in a hole in the ground."

"They just wind me up and I don't want them look at you."

"I know, and I know you are frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated I'm just angry."

I didn't argue with him, but his near permanent hard-on told a different story. He could not control his hormones, but I couldn't immediately think of the connection with his anger at the guards. Then it came to me. His age, his hormones, his desire, our proximity and, probably, love of me was giving rise to his instinct to demonstrate as an alpha male. In order to protect me, prove to the guards I was his woman and (more importantly) not theirs.

That evening we were subjected to more interrogation and Harry held Jose in a near permanent stare. I tried to get him involved in answering questions which helped distract him enough so that Jose was not totally pissed off, but Jose did nudge a guard, and I think told him to keep his eyes on Harry.

We had dinner and were being put back in the hut for the night when Antonio held out a blanket. Harry sneered, "cheers mate..... one fucking blanket" and he snatched it from his hand.

I apologised, "thank you, Antonio," with the biggest smile I could manage as I disappeared into the hut.

Back in hut I had serious words with Harry. "Harry please be more careful, are you trying to get us killed?" He grunted, threw the blanket at me rolled over and feigned sleep. I was really worried. I tried to sleep. Harry did not cuddle up to me. He lay on his back huffing and sighing. He was keeping me awake although I'm not sure I could have slept through the worry anyway. This was definitely a testosterone problem turning into an alpha male conflict he could not win. From previous conversations I didn't think talking it out would work, his immaturity and raging hormones were in the way. Maybe I could get him to masturbate. Not a pleasant thought in such a confined space and very embarrassing for both of us, but it was the only plausible solution I could come up with.

I sat up. "Harry, we have to talk about this."

"About what?"

"About what's bothering you."

"Nothing's bothering me."

"Harry don't be like that. You can't sleep; I can't sleep. If you keep on with Jose and the guards, we will not make it out of here. We must sort this out."

"We can't sort it out."

"We have to or we die.".

"Right so tell me how we sort this out. I spend all day staring at your breasts and other things. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Whenever I pee it nearly hits the sky. I have a hard on all day and all night. When I see the guards look at you, I get angry. When Jose talks to you like shit, I get angry. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."

"I know, I know and we've talked about that, it's natural."

"Natural? Is it natural to fantasise about fucking your own mother? Not a passing thought but a picture that won't leave my head. Like movie scene on permanent repeat. Over and over again."

"I understand Harry, I really do. We touch nearly all the time; we must be able to subconsciously smell each other's sex. It is unbearable for you and......" He cut me off.

"None of that helps, mum, it makes it worse. I'm so fucking frustrated and my frustration is only matched by the realisation that my anger could kill us at any time."

I just blurted it out. "Why don't you relieve yourself?"

"What?"

I know he heard me. "I don't mind. It would be preferable to seeing you in this state or running the risk of an argument with the guards."

"Oh, fucking brilliant, you want me to wank in front of my own mother. Or crouch in the corner like some fucking pervert? If it's not bad enough that I constantly think of your naked body, you want me to wank as well. You will know for sure that my mind will be full of a fantasy; the fantasy of me fucking you. You would be lying next to me knowing full well I am imagining pushing my cock into you. It's all wrong but I can't help it."

I would be lying if I said I didn't have a flash of the same vision. I felt a bit of a flutter. "I don't think I need such graphic descriptions, Harry, or the swearing. I get the picture, young man." I immediately realised that acting like his mother was not going to solve anything. He was not my son at this time; he was a frustrated man. "I'm sorry Harry, I just thought it might help relieve some of your tension."

He calmed down. "I'm sorry too mum, I don't want to feel this way and I've tried not to. I really have. I feel so sick fantasising about you but I would be too embarrassed to wank while you are right next to me. I would just feel so dirty and perverted."

I sighed. I had to do something to protect my son; to stop him pushing the guards or Jose into action. I saw a picture of him lying in a hole face down and it terrified me.

I sat up. "Mum?" And swung my leg over his legs so that I was sitting on his knees. "Mum, what are you doing?" I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his zip down. "Mum, mum what are you doing?" I fished around in his pants and grasped his manhood. He knew then what I was doing. I pulled it into the open air and moved his foreskin a few times back and forth over the head of his cock. "oh fuck", he exclaimed.

His shorts were frustrating my desire to give him a good hand job. If I was going to do this (and I was determined) then I was going to make it good. Not a quick one 'off the wrist" but a full slide top to bottom of his phallus. I let go of his cock, sat up and tugged at his shorts. He raised his bum off the floor to help and soon I had his shorts down by his knees. I once again took hold of his weapon. More gently this time. Taking time to explore the soft folds of his foreskin. Pulling down to reveal the smooth purple helmet. My free hand cupped his balls as I softly worked his skin over the steel of his shaft.

It had been over 20 years since I last held a teenage cock. Memories came flooding back. The are so dam rampant. Hard as oak and desperate to spew. Harry moaned soft appreciation and his hips jerked up slightly. I took that as a sign he wanted me to speed up. I obliged. I wanted him to feel good as I pumped his truncheon. I leant forward and spat lubrication onto his cock head. "Oh, fuck" he exhaled as my spit ran down the side of his cock head, over the ridge of his helmet in onto my hand allowing me to wank him with frictionless ease. I leant over and spat again. His cock glistened with his mother lubrication. As it evaporated my nostrils were full of his unwashed teenage musk. I knew my pussy was lubricating herself in expectation; his musk only added to her motivation.

When I am aroused, I love to touch a man's erect cock; I love its hard power. My son certainly had a magnificent cock. It wasn't particularly long but it was wide. I could only just get my small hand around it. I mused as I masturbated him, that I prefer normal length cocks but do liked them wide. I love the feeling of being filled. Harry's hips were twitching and his cock was in the final stages of being engorged.

He was moaning quite loudly and I whispered "sshhh, the guards will hear you." He nodded through half open eyes. He would soon be pumping seed. I was transfixed by his rampant cock and almost feeling it inside me.

I was in a different world but in my mental haze I could just hear Harry softly whisper, "oh god I'm going to cum, mum I'm going to cum." I didn't hesitate and didn't think. I leant forward and enveloped his cock head with my lips just as it pulsed a stream of semen into my mouth. I swallowed and pushed my lips over his helmet as his cock pumped and pulsed another rope into my willing mouth. I swallowed and my lips closed in on his shaft. I could feel it pulse again and this time the semen hit the back of my throat, it was all I could do not to choke, but I managed to send it down my throat into my tummy to join the rest of his fertile seed. I was still pumping his foreskin skin up and down his rock-hard shaft as I sucked his weapon. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and head. His pulses were subsiding and his bum settled back onto the mattress.

Finally, his hand grasped my wrist. "Stop please," he whispered. I stopped moving my hand, but I wanted to hold him until he softened. I sucked the last drop of his elixir. I worshiped his member as it softened. I played with the end of his cock with my tongue as I slowly withdrew his softening member from my mouth. A thread of semen and spit kept us connected as I moved my head away.

He watched the thread snap and me wipe my chin and lips with the back of my hand. He whispered. "Thank you. Oh, thank you." In the dim light I think I saw his eyes welling up.

I leant forward and softly kissed his cheek with lips still wet with his seed. "Sleep well Harry, we can talk in the morning."

Act 6 -- The morning

Next morning I woke early and lay back on the filthy mattress thinking about the night before. Did I feel guilty? No, I did what I thought I had to do to keep him calm. Our lives depended on what I did last night. I had no regrets. In some ways I wished I has not given him a BJ, that maybe was too much but at least it would confirm his (imagined) status of alpha male over me. I also realised this could not be a 'one off', our survival depended on him believing he was alpha male and on easing his testosterone fuelled desires.

He woke very bright and breezy. He kissed me "good morning" on the cheek. He had a spring in his step as he walked to the breakfast table and even smiled at the guards as they watched me pee from a favourable angle. He acted the alpha male confident in his ability to 'own' his woman. We took our shirts off, hung them over the hut and got back in. He did not seem so fixated on my breasts. I was amused that a simple wank and blow job could transform him so completely.

After a few minutes he could hold it in no longer. "Thank you for last night mum."

"That's OK, do you feel better?"

"Wow, much better."

I was a bit concerned. Should I keep this matter of fact or acknowledge his alpha male instincts. I guess a bit of both. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He excitedly interrupted me, "it was the best blow job I have ever had; you are so so sexy mum. I can't believe how hard I came."

I interrupted him. "Slow down, Harry. I am really glad you enjoyed it and I will give you hand relief again, but I don't think it's appropriate that a mother gives her son a blow job, no matter how good it makes him feel. I got carried away in the moment." The promise of further hand relief made him forget about the lack of BJ and a big grin spread across his face. I continued, "be nice to the guards and Jose, and it won't be the last time, OK?" He smiled and nodded vigorously.

The hot day went slowly. Jose's interrogations were getting shorter. Antonio was able to spend more time chatting to us in broken English. He was a nice old man, well dressed and clean which was unusual in a lumber camp. I would guess he was in his mid-sixties. Harry apologised to him for snatching the blanket the previous night and Antonio accepted the apology with good grace.

We 'retired' for the night and by the buzzed state of Harry I am guessing he was hoping for relief. I had made an agreement with myself that I would 'help' him once a day, preferable at night before we slept. We lay next to each other on the mattress. Me smiling ready to help him, him not daring to speak in case he asked for help in the wrong way. I decided to tease him, and I rolled onto my side away from him and whispered, "good night, Harry." He didn't say a word, and I almost burst out laughing. Then he moved and cuddled up to me from behind.

I felt his erection poke me as he kissed the back of my neck. "Good night, mum." He gently jerked his hips a few times. Softly enough that I could ignore if I wanted to but strong enough to signal what he wanted from me.

"I'm not going to get much sleep with that thing poking in my back. I am guessing you would like me to take care of it for you." I didn't wait for an answer and sat up. "I'm not going to do everything. You will have to help. Lie on your back, pull your shorts and pants down." I got on my knees touching his body level with his manhood. He did as he was told and I took hold of his rampant cock easing his foreskin back. Maybe I pulled it back too hard, as he exclaimed, "oooww" and his hand gripped my thigh.

"Sorry," I whispered and started to ease his skin up and down his teenage love muscle. He had not let go of my thigh and his hand was gently stoking my it. I didn't mind as I liked being stroked and his hand was keeping a respectful distance from his real target. I continued to play slowly with his cock and cupped his balls with my spare hand. I was again transported to an alternative universe where the only thing that existed was his rigid weapon and my desire to make it spew its sticky cargo. The act of masturbating a nice hard cock on a stinking mattress in a hot tin shed was arousing me again.

I had enough self-control that I knew I would not be using my mouth, but I was nonetheless worshiping at the altar of the phallus. Harry whispered "spit on it" in half request half order. I did. Twice. Immediately his cock was slick with my spit as my hand glided up and down him; feeling every bump and vein. I was enjoying this nearly as much as he was and hadn't noticed his hand was now stroking my inner thigh just above my knee. Without thinking I instinctively opened my thighs, and his hand accepted the invitation.

I became conscious of his hand and the invitation I had accidentally given him. I didn't spoil the moment as there was no way he could reach my pussy. I let him stroke what he could, particularly as I was enjoying it. I sped up as I wanted him to cum. His hips twitched, his eyes closed and his mouth opened with a moan. "shhh Baby," I whispered. Why did I say baby? I never call him baby. I almost lost the rhythm, but 'baby' had done the trick and I felt him pulse in my hand.

Never underestimate the force of a teenage cock. His first rope hit me in the mouth, nose and eye. I looked down at Harry who had opened his eyes to admire his handywork. I was momently distracted but I know better than to stop when a man is in full flow. There is nothing more frustrating for him. The second hit me in the chin and the third across the top of my breasts. I continued until he whispered "enough please." We smiled at each other as cum dripped off my face onto my breasts. I looked around in vain for something to wipe myself with. Nothing. Harry watched me unwilling to help so I sucked his deposit from my hand, scooped it up bit by bit from my chest and chin and sucked it off my fingers. He smiled the alpha male smile, content with his work. In his eyes he owned me. I was amused as all I was doing was keeping our hut tidy and trying to limit the stink emanating from the mattress.

Act 7 -- The slippery slope?

The next morning was a rerun of the day before with Harry kissing me good morning on the cheek. He smiled at the guards. He even smiled and turned towards me when he was pissing displaying his morning hard-on to me. I smiled inside but turned away as I realised the guards would be looking at my reaction.

When we were alone again, I said. "Be careful Harry."

"About what."

"I don't think it's a good idea you demonstrate you are hard for me to the guards. I don't want them to think we are doing anything. I want to keep their minds off sex if I can. I don't want them to get any ideas about me."

Harry leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. My eyes widened in surprise. He didn't hold it for long but long enough to send me a message. He was alpha male. He then backup up his dominance. "I won't let them touch you mum; they will have to come through me to get to you."

I nearly rolled my eyes but instead I said, "let's make sure it doesn't come to that."

"Yes, of course. I won't do that again."

I said 'good' but it was stifled by him kissing me again, on the lips, not long enough for me to object but long enough to make his desires clear.

I spent a lot of time thinking that day. Should I stop him? It feels like a slippery slope. It's only natural for young boys to push boundaries. It's just what they do and besides I enjoy being kissed and stroked. The kiss was nothing, was it?

Later that day (I think he must have been thinking about my soft thighs) he said, "did you like me stroking you last night?"

"Yes, but on reflection I am a bit uncomfortable. I'm frightened we are on a slippery slope. I think I would be happier if we just concentrated on your needs."

"But you have needs too mum."

"I know but it's not the same, don't worry about me." He didn't answer.

As we settled down for the night, I decided to be more clinical. Before we went through the charade of me pretending not to and him pretending not to ask, I simply said, "shall I take care of you?" I didn't wait for a reply. "Pull you shorts and pants down." I took up my position and started to administer a hand job. No spit, no BJ and I resolved to talk to him about the two kisses tomorrow.

I was really not into it tonight and was daydreaming as I beat him off. He was his usual hard self and I estimated we were about 2 minutes from blast off. He was getting nicely hot and bothered, but on reflection I was not satisfying the alpha male in him. Too clinical, too detached. He sat up, which I though was quite strange, but I kept on wanking him. Then he started to unbutton my shirt. "Harry," I uttered a shocked whisper, remembering there were guards outside.

He looked directly into my eyes. He burnt my retina with his stare. He brought one finger to his mouth in a 'sshh' gesture and continued to unbutton me. I obeyed as he pushed the shirt off my shoulders. Then my bra straps were pushed off my shoulders. I tried to say "Harry' but my words were stifled when he lent forward and kissed me on the lips. I had not stopped wanking him. I was under his command. His hands were busy stroking my breasts and binging my nipples to life. The kiss and grope were too much for him and he ejaculated between us. My breasts caught most of it, but some hit the underside of our chins. He moaned into my mouth and grabbed my wrist as my hand had gone into overdrive. I was gripping him hard not through any sense of eroticism but out of sheer panic.

He parted form me and smiled. Looked down at the mess he had made. He bent down and licked my breasts and chin clean. I was completely stunned. He kissed me once more on the lips, said "good night, mum," lay back down and rolled over as if to sleep.

I slowly readjusted my bra and shirt, stinking of alpha male I lay down to sleep. Too stunned to think.

Act 8 -- Crossing barriers

The next morning Harry was even happier. He put his arm around me as we walked to the breakfast table and held my hand as we walked back to the hut. The guards were staring intently at us, and I pulled my hand away from him. I mused that both our hands had traces of our own urine on them and without thinking I surreptitiously held mine up to my nose as we entered the hut. I smelt him and immediately felt unclean and slightly regretful.

"Right Harry, you must stop the show."

"Show?"

"You are not a kid, your arm around me and holding hands. The guards noticed. We just don't do that. Mothers and sons don't do that. Please think before you do these things." He nodded sheepishly and I felt guilty.

With nothing more to say we drifted back into our own thoughts. I was finding it exhausting trying to manage his libido and male ego. I knew it was only natural for young men to try and push boundaries, but I wished I didn't have to cope with it. I wished this wasn't happening to us. Who was I kidding? Easier for me as a woman and his mother, I was more in charge of my libido than him. I had to manage this because no one else would. We must survive this ordeal at any cost.

My mind drifted further. I was finding our escapades increasingly arousing but, of course, I couldn't tell him this or give any clue. It would only encourage him. I needed to postpone as much of his boundary pushing for as long as possible. Having said that I needed him to be more confident in his position of alpha male I couldn't take any more chances with his public displays of intimacy. I was torn.

I was getting tired of thinking. I was taking all of this too seriously. Wasn't this all a just a simple matter of survival? Shouldn't I do everything I can to make sure my son survives? Why was I so hung up on what the 'norms' are? There is no society to judge us in our hut, just us. We are alone.

I did want to help cement his instinct; I wanted him to be confident in his role as alpha male, but I wasn't prepared to give myself to him to do that. I was content that I should stop worrying and do what was required without feeling guilty.

We were on a slippery slope which would probably lead ultimately to incestuous sex between mother and son. Our imprisonment was reducing my inhibition, and I was less concerned about what may society think of that act. It was more that it didn't feel right in my head and there was the practical issue of pregnancy. I didn't want to think about our situation anymore, I was drained.

At our evening meal I asked Antonio for a cloth and extra water to wash with. He returned with the requested supplies, and he even managed to find a small bar of soap and a small bowl.

As I walked back to the hut, I made up my mind; to forget the outside world, give my son a good time and allow him to mark his territory. I would do anything bar penetration to accomplish that.

Back in our hut I poured some water into the bowl. "I think we need to have a proper wash, Harry." He looked at me quizzically. "All of our clothes off and wash everywhere." His eyes widened. "Nothing we haven't seen in the last few days, come on let's get on with it." I started to undress. He followed suit and of course the restricted size of the hut meant we were almost in constant contact. "Let's put our clothes in the corner so we don't get them wet."

Soon we were both completely naked, kneeling and facing each other with the bowl separating us. My eyes wandered over him; his broad shoulders, toned chest, his black pubic hair, his wide cock and strong thighs. He was doing the same, my ample breast with soft nipples, my flat tummy, black pubic hair and my labia (I don't have a camel toe). Our eyes met in mutual appreciation. I smiled and he replied with a grin, proud of his erection and happy I noticed it. "Would you like me to wash it for you?" A spark of invention which I suggested as an alternative or prelude to masturbation. He nodded. He was kneeling and I said, "lie down then and open your legs." With some difficulty and bumping of naked skin on skin he did. I shuffled backwards, wetted my hands and coated them with soap. I started to wash his right foot, between his toes and up to his knee. A sort of massaging technique and then using the cloth to rinse off the soap and slightly dry his skin. I did the same with his left foot moving up; I enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin as I cleaned his generous calf muscles.

I looked up and he was staring at me intently. I pushed his knees apart and washed his inner thighs, one hand on each thigh up to his crotch. My fingers gently poked his scrotum. I went back down his thighs again as a slight tease and also to clean the outside. His muscles were strong and supple in my hand. "Roll over," I said. He looked at me and frowned obviously expecting me to touch his cock, but he complied and I rinsed my hands, applied more soap and washed his bum. The outside first massaging his muscles then down his crack. "Open your legs further, Harry." He did and I gently cleaned his star, slightly pushing a finger in as I went. He flinched, "don't you like that?"

"Yes, do it again please."

"OK but only to clean it." My finger made its way back up from his scrotum over his star, pausing again and then up his crack. I finished by massaging his bum cheeks again then wiping him with the cloth.

I wetted my hands again and added soap. "Close your legs." I straddled his legs and moved up to sit on his thighs. I then cleaned and massaged his back and shoulders. Every time I got to his shoulders my pubic hair would graze his bum. I was doing it on purpose and I'm sure he could feel it. After giving his back a good clean I turned and rinsed out the cloth. I moved back down his legs; maybe he could feel my labia graze the back of his thigh as I moved to one side. "Turn over." He did and automatically opened his legs. As I climbed over his leg, I brushed my pubic hair and a slight touch of my labia over his thigh. His cock was rock solid. "I'm guessing you would like me to clean this I said as I grasped it.

"Yes please,' he croaked.

I let go of his cock. "Let's do your chest 1st. Save the best till last, eh?" He nodded. I soaped up my hands and washed / massaged his chest. I moved slightly further away from his crotch so that every time I washed up to his shoulders and neck my breasts hung down. He could almost kiss them, especially when I paid special attention to his armpits.

"OK, the best bit now." He smiled and I gave my hands a very good soaping. With one hand I pulled down on his foreskin and with the other I moved gently and slowly over his cock head making sure I cleaned his shaft just below the ridge of his helmet. I spent lots of time massaging his cock, he seemed to like it as his hips were twitching and he sighed often. I continued to work the soapiest hand around the top of his cock while the other fiddled with his ball sack and perineum back down to his star again. I griped his cock harder and moved my hand faster as I pushed my index finger slightly into him. I stopped abruptly, wiped him with the cloth and said, "good, my turn now."

The look on his face was a picture. At first disappointment I was not going to finish him off but then excitement as he realised he would be able to touch me. We changed positions, again impossible without a lot of skin on skin contact. He smelt a great deal better than I did.

I lay on my back with my legs open. He put his hands into the bowl and then added soap all the time transfixed by my flower. Time he was between my naked and splayed legs was when he was born. Finally he turned and started to wash my feet not as rushed as I feared; I like my feet being touched. He didn't know but a man running fingers between my toes is my favourite, but subtle, turn on. Then he did my knees and finally my thighs. As I expected my labia got more than a gentle nudge as his fingers pushed into them. "Turn over," he said.

He did my bum and paid my star the same compliment. I hoped he would, I like it and anyway I wanted to feel clean everywhere. Then he did my back. "Give my armpits a good clean, Harry," I whispered. He did, again because I like my arm pits being touched (actually, I like them being licked) but mainly because they needed to be clean. As he did my armpits, I became aware of a tingle in my pussy as I felt his cock nestled in the crack on my bum making a gentle sawing motion. I was really enjoying washing and being washed and I thought 'we must do this more often.'

"Turn over." I did and he knelt between my legs much closer to his ultimate target. He soaped up his hands and put them on both breasts. I knew these were going to get special attention and could even end up being the cleanest part of my body. He did not disappoint cupping them, running his thumbs over the nipples. I closed my eyes in appreciation as he made circular movements across my chest to include breasts and especially my nipples which were hardening. While doing this I was occasionally reminded of his raging hard-on as it bumped my mons. I was floating in a state of out-of-this-world bliss and must admit if he had sucked my breasts, kissed or even entered me I would not have objected, I was so relaxed and comfortable. He did none of those things, but he sat back and prepared for the grande finale.

I kept my eyes closed. This was a major barrier about to be smashed down. Despite all of my logical thought that afternoon and despite the fact that I had put myself in this predicament by design i. e. completely naked, legs wide apart and exposing myself in a wanton way to my own son, I was unsure as to how I would feel with my son touching all my most intimate parts. I was nervous. Would I be repulsed? Turned on? Or what? My mind drifted and I suddenly smelt Harry. I tried to think why, wasn't he clean? Then a light went on in my head, we didn't have much water, and he was using the same water I used to wash him, to wash me. I smelt of Harry; his musk was spread on my skin. My armpits now smelled of young man. My pussy almost sprang a leak.

As soon as he touched my labia all my apprehension disappeared in a cloud of arousal. He was very tentative at first, maybe expecting me to stop him. His fingers explored my labia which were lubricated by me, soap and water. Then he pushed two fingers from one hand up through my folds to the hidden pearl. He knew where everything was which was a relief!! My clit started to swell, and she opened a communication channel to my brain. I sighed and moved my hips to grind his fingers against my pearl, and she set a couple of small firecrackers off in my head. I knew the honey leaking from my depths was making everything slippery and he used the palm of his spare hand to lightly grind both sides of my labia into my pussy. This boy knew his stuff!

His right hand never left my clitoris, not always on it but never far from her. She was never lonely although when he moved his fingers up though my once trimmed pubic hair she screamed for his return. I moved my hips to help her get what she wanted and soon his fingers painted a circle around her followed by him massaging her between his thumb and fore finger.

His other hand was not motionless, while he attended to the needs of my clit, fingers from his other hand made their way south, escaping my labia and over my perineum. I opened my legs even wider as an invitation to continue his journey. His index finger reached my star and he pushed. His finger lubricated with my honey and soap slid about half an inch into me. Much further than I had done to him. I didn't object and he pushed harder; I guess up to the second joint of his finger. That coupled with his continued wonderful caressing of my pearl made me cry out, "ohhh fuuuck." I reached the plateau and knew an orgasm was a distinct possibility. This wasn't in my plan, but I was entering the stage of being out of control. His fingers disappeared, my body did not exist, my desire for sex was transcending reality and becoming a complete and all-consuming focus on orgasm. Nothing else in the world existed or mattered. My head tilted back, my mouth opened and my eyes (half open) focused on infinity.

His fingers moved down from my clit through my labia and searched for my heavenly canal. He found it and entered the entrance to my depths with another finger. "oowwww," I almost screamed and my eyes shot open. "That soap really stings in there; you are going to have to stop."

He was crestfallen and pulled both fingers out of me. He whispered quickly "I will wash the soap off. Here see," as he rinsed his hands.

I smiled, "don't worry, accidents happen. We probably went too far anyway. Could you rinse me out with some of our drinking water, please." He did but it all felt a bit deflating. "Can you use a little soap to finish off my crotch next to the bits you were massaging and my thighs." He did and we both felt the magic had gone.

He broke the silence. "I wanted to give you pleasure."

"You did."

"No, I want to give you an orgasm."

"Maybe another time, Harry." I knew that was not the answer he wanted and I had to say something to get him back on track; snap him out of his dejection. Stop him slipping into being a sorry boy and back to a dominant man. In my experience talking dirty always seems to work with men especially when whispered close to their ear. I pulled myself up onto an elbow, reached up and pulled his head next to mine so I could whisper slowly, deliberately and very quietly into his ear. "Right now, Harry, I want to watch you masturbate............ I've been thinking of how I enjoyed using my lips and tongue on your rampant cock....... It felt so hard, Harry.... It pulsed so strongly...... I want to watch you make your cock very hard for me, please, Harry......... Make yourself hard thinking of me. I want you to spray me with your cum and then rub it into my soft skin. Then you and I will know as we walk around outside that Jose, and all his guards can't own me. You will own something they can never have. I will be your bitch. Smelling of you and marked by you."

He thought for a second and then whispered, "Can I kiss you first."

"Yes, I would like that." I lowered my head back to the mattress; his head followed and our lips locked. This time I willingly gave him my mouth, and we vigorously swapped tongues and saliva. Our heads and jaws moved like we were randy teenagers determined to devour each other. His weight settled onto me squashing my breasts against his chest. His cock settled onto my mons. One of my hands slipped around the back of his neck; feeling his muscles flex as his head and jaw moved on me. The other stroked his side and then his back. His was kissing me as if his life depended on it, and I was reminded of my teenage years when I made out with boys. We would spend hours just kissing and (of course) hours of me fending off going further. I am glad I didn't lose my virginity until I was 18. So much better to lose it to a boy I really liked in a warm bed, than in the back of a car on a one-night stand.

I came out of my daydream as I felt Harry starting to hump my mons and move his hips lower to potentially penetrate me. I broke the kiss and whispered, "I want to see your hard cock. Wank it off for me, please." He moved as if to kneel up, but I held his neck and pilled him back. "No crouch over me so we can kiss." He supported his torso on one elbow and grasped his cock. I could see it staring at me with its one eye. His hand moved quickly and I realised I wanted to savoir the moment. "Would you like me to start you off, Harry?" He let go and placed his hand next to my head, smiling at me. I reached down with both hands and gently started to move his foreskin over his cockhead.

"Your hand are so soft on me." He whispered.

"and your cock is so hard in my hand."

"Will you spit on it, it's so smooth when you do that."

"I think we can do better than that. Hold still and be careful." I pulled his cock towards me and ran it up and down my labia.

"Oh fuck, mum." I thought he was going to ejaculated there and then but he didn't and I continued to work the head of his monster up and down my wet labia while still moving my hand up and down his rampant shaft.

It felt wonderful and I was sorely tempted to push him further into me. I was so close. Mmy head was full of the feeling of a wide cock penetrating me. I moved it higher to give myself a few moments of pleasure and stroked his wet head over my expectant clit. Harry felt this. He must have wanted to build my sexual euphoria as he used his hips with small jerking movements to run his cock over my clit. I encouraged him with 'mmmm". We both looked down at the sight of his cock meeting my clit and he decided this was the moment 'of truth'. He moved his hips to line up his cock with my tunnel of love. I was still holding him and I wasn't resisting. Innocently (if one can use that words for what we were doing) I thought he just wanted to run his cock up and down my labia again. It was only when he pushed forward and partly entered me that I realised what was happening. His cock head dripping with pre-cum had engaged with my canal. Mother and son were about to copulate. It was a barrier too far; I slightly pushed his hips away and quickly speeded up my tempo.

He was ready and I comforted myself that he would have only lasted a few seconds if I had let him fuck me. He was grunting and sweating all over me as I wanked him off. I whispered, "you do it now, let me watch you ejaculate on me." It was exactly what he wanted to do, and he sat back on his heels. Eyes tightly closed and his hand a whir of movement. It wasn't long before he held his breath. I studied his muscles toned with a sweaty sheen. I studied his love muscle hard and shiny with my honey. I waited with bated breath for his virile seed to emerge like a runaway freight train out of his snake eye. I didn't have to wait long. His first rope shot up and arced towards me, landing with a splat on my chin and lips. He opened his eyes and bent slightly forward as the second rope splattered across my tits. He crouched over me landing his hand behind my head for support and aimed his cock at my pussy. The third rope landed dead centre and slipped down my labia. He sighed as he looked directly into my eyes. I could feel his last drips land and settle into my back bush.

The silence of the room was broken only by his panting, and the sounds of the jungle return to invade out privacy. He leaned in and kissed me lovingly on the lips. I stoked both his strong arms and retuned the long lingering kiss. "You have only done half a job, Harry." He looked at me quizzically, I'm sure he thought I meant 'let's fuck'. "Lie done next to me and stroke my soft skin with your jizz. I want to smell of you."

He rolled off me at started. Kissing my lips and licking my chin. "I'm not going to smell of you if we eat all of the evidence, Harry." He smiled and kissed me. He continued to kiss me softly as his hand smoothed his wetness over my breasts and tummy. His hand went down and he ran his fingers through my wiry bush over my hood and onto my still exposed clit. I sighed into his mouth. His hand moved lower and spread his viscous milk over my labia. My pussy lips were so wet with me and him it was wonderful. I was drifting off to never-never land again as he continued to work my pussy. His fingers getting ever closer to the vestibule of desire. I felt his finger rim my entrance as the palm of his hand continued to slip over my snatch. I didn't object.

We had reached the end of the road, at least for that night. Tomorrow, I hoped he would be nice to Jose and the guards but not feel the need to demonstrate that I was his. I knew in my heart of hearts that if we were forced to stay here much longer, we would end up having full blown sex. I wasn't averse to it, actually I was comfortable with the thought, I just wanted to postpone it for as long as possible. It would change our relationship for ever. Once done we could not go back, and a baby would be a constant reminder.

Maybe there was room for one last adventure tonight. I broke the kiss and whispered, "my pussy doesn't sting anymore." He needed no second invitation and I suddenly panicked, I had just suggested he push semen-soaked fingers into me. A baby would be unlikely but possible. I didn't get a chance to object or change my mind (I wasn't going to anyway) as his index finger slid easily into me and our lips met again. His finger was replaced by two, and he moved his thumb to my pearl.

My pussy gushed in response. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Christ, mum you are soaking wet."

"You do that to me." He smiled and resumed kissing me his chest pushing against one breast. I knew I was not going to orgasm now, the moment had gone but I didn't want to discourage him. I let him sample the delights of my womanly crevice for a few minutes. We kissed and I writhed like he was taking me to heaven. I wanted him 10 feet tall in the morning. "You are really doing it to me Harry, but I'm so tired. We need to stop. Cuddle up with me and let's sleep." He looked slightly crest fallen but I rolled away from him. "Cuddle up Harry." He did and I felt his wet boner nestle in the crack of my bum. "You are a fantastic lover Harry, you are going to make someone very happy one day."

"I want to make you happy."

"and you do, I'm so proud of you."

"I want make you cum."

I smiled. "Sounds good and with your technique, no problem." He moved his cock up and down my crack and stoked my bum. "Just not tonight, Harry, you have tired me out. I'm not 18 you know."

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes, but gently, I want to sleep." I drifted off to sleep; relatively clean but smelling of my alpha male who had marked his territory and was continuing to express his apparent dominance by gently fingering me. I smiled.