My Mother May and My Cousin Ben.

[pyrokinets]

I awoke in darkness. There was cold sweat on my brow and my throat felt chaffed, but other than that, I felt fine. The fever had passed. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings. It wasn’t completely pitch black. I turned my head and saw that there was a dim light coming through the glass sliding doors from the balcony. The roar of the storm outside seemed to mute everything else around me. Just as I was about to drift off again, my ear picked up a noise despite the loud storm raging outside. It sounded like a woman gasping.

I looked down at the floor. There was only two bodies lying on the ground, Aunt Corina and my mother. Where was Aunt Florence and Ben? The alarm bells were ringing in my head again. I got up. That’s when I noticed there was light coming from the bathroom as well. I stuck close to the wall and inched towards the door.

As expected, my two relatives were in the bathroom. Aunt Florence was sitting on the closed toilet seat clad in her white bathrobe and Ben was standing before her. His robe was pooled around his feet on the floor.

He was completely naked.

And his big cock was standing straight in a proud angle from his crotch.

“May wasn’t bluffing!” Aunt Florence said, gaping at Ben’s penis.

“I still can’t believe she told you,” said Ben.

“She was looking bothered when she got off the boat. Corina and I had to grill her to find out what happened. You’ve been a very naughty boy Ben.”

“Omigod. She told Aunt Corina as well?”

“I told you. We both pestered her for answers.”

“I want to die now.”

“Dun like that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s actually very nice in fact.”

“Is Aunty May angry with me?”

“Not really. She was actually feeling rather guilty. But I told her that there was no actual harm done and she lightened up after that.”

“Oh. That's good. I was afraid she would hate me. I kinda lost control on the boat.”

“You’re a teenager. It’s normal for your libido to spike,” Aunt Florence said as a matter of factly.

“Wah. Even on holiday you can’t help but counsel me ah?”

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

They were silent for a while.

Aunt Florence spoke up again. “But you know... it really is quite big.”

“I know right? All my girlfriends were terrified of it at first.”

“At... first?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Then what happened to them?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Huh?”

“They were terrified of it at first... and then?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhh. They can’t get enough of it?”

Her eyes widened. “Ben... are you saying you’ve been having sex?”

“Uh... yeah?”

“What! But you’re still so young! How long has this been going on?”

“What you mean? Since Form 1 lah.”

“Oh my God!”

“Why?”

“That’s too young!”

“Har? Ya meh? I thought it was natural.”

“It isn’t!”

“Uh... I’m pretty sure it is. I learned in school about puberty and stuff. Normally 12 years old onward is sexually developed liao.”

“That’s different!”

“What you mean? I've been having sex just fine.”

“B-b-but...” Aunt Florence was at a lost for words.

“Aiyo,” Ben said. “There you go again trying to counsel me.”

“I’m serious! You shouldn’t be having sex!”

“Yerrr. But its fun.”

“Go do other fun things.”

“What’s more fun then sex?”

“......”

Aunt Florence glared at him. “Who have you been having sex with?” She then asked.

“Har? Why you want to know?”

“I want to bring them in for counseling of course. They must be traumatized after... after doing it... with that thing,” she pointed at his stiff cock.

“I guess you could say that. Damn mafan to get rid of them once they gotten a taste. I mean almost all my relationship fail because my exes keep trying to seduce me back.”

“How many exes is that?”

“Seven, I think.”

“Seven!?”

“Yes.”

“And you had sex with all of them?”

“That’s what I said, yes.”

“Ben!!!”

“What? What’s the big deal?”

“Oh My God...” Aunt Florence brought her hands up to massage her temples.

“My last girlfriend was Kelly,” Ben said after an awkward pause.

“Kelly... Kelly Kong?”

“Yeah. I wonder what happened to her? Never see her anymore.”

“She transfered to another school. Uh... she was caught having sex with the groundskeeper.”

“Whoa for real? Damn. I knew she was crazy. You know once she tried to tie me up and rape me when I didn't want to get back with her?”

“Ben, seriously. This is a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s not.”

“Seriously, yes it is.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not. Not anymore. I’ve not had a girlfriend since... Since my parents...”

“Oh God. I’m sorry...” Aunt Florence quickly said.

“No lah, it’s fine. That’s why I almost lost control with Aunty May. So long never do it. Used to be I would do it at least five times a day.”

Aunt Florence looked like she was about to faint. “F-f-five?”

“At minimum. When in a new relationship can go above 10. Lose count sometimes.”

“Ben... I told you I’m being serious here.”

“Oh...”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Ya lah. Why would I lie?”

“Oh my God. How is that possible?”

Aunt Florence’s breath was gradually growing heavier as they talked. Her face was also growing red. She was trying very hard to maintain eye contact with Ben but her gaze would periodically falter and drop down to his cock.

“Huh? Why not? How many times do you usually do it?” Ben asked innocently.

“Umm.... once,” she replied.

“...Oh.”

“A week,” she added.

“... uhhhh.”

“On certain months," she continued.

“Whaaaaaat?”

"If Uncle Peter feels like it."

"That... sucks."

“Hey! That’s normal okay!”

“No it’s not! What a damn waste!”

“Excuse me?”

“If I had a wife like you, I would fuck you everyday!”

“Wha? Ben!”

“I would tie you up to the bed if I had to.”

“Oh God, Ben.”

“And I wouldn’t be satisfied pounding you until you’ve passed out.”

Aunt Florence was gaping at Ben in shock, but there was also the unmistakable deep hint of lust clouding her face.

Ben realized that he had gone overboard. He put on a sheepish face. “Aiya, got carried away again. Say too weird stuff already. Haha."

“Y-y-you’re really terrible Ben. I’m your Aunty.”

“You’re also a very beautiful woman.”

I didn’t think Aunt Florence’s face could get any redder until Ben said those words. It was like watching a tomato ripen instantly. An awkward silence ensued. Ben seemed to have gotten worked up as well. He was breathing as hard as Aunt Florence with a healthy red glow in his cheeks. The both of them looked at each other with a primal hunger set in their eyes. The sexual tension between them was incredible.

“Ummm...” Ben said, breaking the silence. “I better get back to sleep now.”

He reached down and picked up his robe. Aunty Florence looked as surprised as I was, though she was also visibly more disappointed. I leapt out of the way and lunged for my bed before Ben could turn around.

Ben came out of the bathroom draped tightly in his robe. His erection stuck out awkwardly against the fabric. He retired to his spot by the glass doors and curled up facing away from me.

Aunt Florence stayed in the bathroom for awhile, presumably to calm herself down. Then the bathroom light switched off and she went to lay down in her spot between Ben and Aunt Corina.

I didn’t know why but I kept expecting something to happen. So I waited with my eyes fixed on Ben. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

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[pyrokinets]

“Daniel... Wake up darling.”

I awoke to see my mother’s beautiful face hovering above me. The morning light seemed to make her smooth white skin more radiant. Her dark long hair hung freely down her shoulders in healthy wavy tresses, framing her perfect heart shaped face.

She’s a goddess - was my first thought of the day.

I had always thought she looked so much better with her hair let down instead of the bun she always tied it into.

“Good Morning,” she said, giving me a heartwarming smile. She placed her soft hand on my forehead. “Feeling okay?” She asked after awhile. Her eyes glowed with concern.

“Yes mummy,” I replied. “I’m fine.”

“That’s good.” She said. After caressing my face for a minute, she rose to go to the bathroom.

I sat up on bed and looked around. Aunt Corina was up and sitting against the wall, checking her cellphone. Up ahead, Ben was sitting on the chair by the desk, looking bored and Aunt Florence was out at the balcony, leaning forward on the railings.

“How are you feeling Ben?” Aunt Corina asked me gently.

“Okay I guess," My gaze returned to the cellphone in her hands. "Phone got line ah?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“I think the storm yesterday wiped out all the antennas on the island liao,” Ben said.

I nodded at him and glanced at Aunt Florence who continued to gaze outwards. Did the awkward talk last night between the two really take place? Or was it all just some inappropriate dream conjured up by my fever?

Before I could decide, the doorbell rang. Ben jumped to his feet and answered it. It was room service delivering our fresh clean clothes. We changed into them gratefully and then made our way back to the lobby to get a boat and finally get away from this freaking island.

I swore to myself never to set foot on another island again. Not Langkawi, Pangkor, or even Penang or Singapore. I’m done with islands.

As expected, there was a crowd at the lobby swarming the concierge counter. What was not expected was the giant american tourist at the front slamming his fists on the counter shouting “Whad’ya mean there is NO BOAT?!!!”

The nervous Chinese guy at the counter spoke in an impassive, mechanical tone, as if he had repeated the same words many times before and it was boring him. “Due to unforeseen weather conditions, there are no water transport available on this island at this time. An SOS has been sent to the main island and rescue ships will be arriving as soon as possible. We apologize for the-”

“AHHHH to hell with you chinks!!!” The American screamed in his face before turning around and shoving his way through the crowd.

Chink? That must the concierge’s name, I thought intelligently. Mr. Chink blinked blankly at the foreigner and then surveyed the sea of worried faces before him. He took a deep breath.

“Due to unforeseen weather conditions...”

We didn’t stay to hear the rest of Mr. Chink’s speech. A light breakfast of watery Milo, bread and assorted spreads was provided at the restaurant. After we had eaten, none of us fancied the idea of returning to the cramped hotel room, so we decided to go outside for a walk.

It was inappropriate, but the scene of devastation around the island was actually pleasantly distracting. I mean, put yourself in a kid’s shoes and imagine seeing a beach house with a long boat sticking out of it at an impossible angle.

“Whoa! Cool!” Ben exclaimed, and rushed in for a closer look.

“Ben! Be careful!” My mother yelled after him. Her hand shot out and grabbed mine firmly to keep me by her side. Dammit. It’s like I’m a little kid or something. “That boy ah! He’s going to get himself killed!” She added.

“I’ll get him,” Aunt Florence said.

She jogged after Ben who was trying to find a way to climb up the wreckage. Her thin dress, being shorter then my mother’s or Aunt Corina’s swayed high from side to side as she moved, giving me a glance at the beginnings of her firm tight butt and the strip of black lacy panties snugly hugging her behind and crotch. Suddenly I was very glad I did not run ahead of her.

Ben was running round the wreckage like an excited puppy. It took a while before Aunt Florence caught him and tried to drag him back by pinching his arm.

“OwOwOW...” he cried.

“Stop running around! It’s dangerous!” she scolded.

“I’m careful one lah Aunty!”

“Yeah right! You almost stepped on a plank full of nails just now!”

“Aiyo... Come with me then!”

Ben grabbed her hand and began to drag her back towards the wreckage.

“Bennnnn!” Aunt Florence said laughing. “Nothing to see one lah!”

“Eh, How you know, maybe got treasure!”

Aunt Florence had to give in to his 'Pirates of the Caribbean' craze. They went back to check out the wreckage.

“Mummy, let go lah! I want to see too!” I whined at my mother.

She looked unsure. After looking at the other two up ahead for a while, she finally let go and told me “Stay close to Ben and Aunty Flo.”

[pyrokinets]

My mother and Aunt Corina found a flat rock surface, brushed off some sand, and sat down, basking in gentle morning light as they looked out over the calm blue waters of the ravaged island. There was something about the utter devastation which brought a unique quality of peace and serenity to the place. Like peace after death.

Whoa... that was deep. My 15-year-old brain gets these flashes of inspiration sometimes. Then the embarrassment kicks in and I chastise myself for being lame. I turned around and set off towards something my 15-year-old brain knows is totally not lame. An awesome boat sticking out of a house!

Aunt Florence and Ben had circled around the wreckage to the other side when I arrived at the wreck site. Rather than follow them, I was feeling a bit adventurous. I decided to climb through the wreckage and surprise them from above on the other side.

After making sure my mother was not looking, as she would definitely flip out if she saw me doing this, I limbered up and ran up one of the walls which had fallen back in a steep but trackable slope. I hoisted myself into the gap between the upturned deck of the boat and roof of the house and made my way across to the opposite side and looked down.

Aunty Florence and Ben were directly below me. They were standing behind an upright broken down wall and peering out ahead. I looked across the beach ahead to see what they were looking at.

There was this Caucasian couple on the beach, probably in their late twenties. The woman was bent over a piece of wreckage, her back arched and her butt raised behind her. Her shorts were halfway down her legs and the guy behind her was giving her his love.

It was some pretty rough love.

“Ben!” Aunt Florence hissed in a low nervous voice. “Let’s go back!”

“Ha? Eh let’s watch them la!”

Aunt Florence pulled his ear.

“Ow! What are you...”

“Let’s go before they see us!”

“Why leh? we’re not doing anything wrong. If anything, they’re the ones who should be afraid of getting caught.”

Aunt Florence must have thought that was pretty reasonable because she stopped pestering Ben to leave. She joined him in watching the guy pound the woman mercilessly.

“I don’t know what they’re thinking, doing it here of all places...” Aunt Florence stammered.

“Exciting ma doing it in public,” Ben replied, his voice pitched with excitement.

“Crazy...”

It was evident from the breath in her voice that Aunt Florence was growing excited as well. I’m not judging. My hand was already in my shorts rubbing my very excited dick.

“M-My God... why does he have to do it so hard?” she asked.

Ben chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving the couple. “I told you. exciting ma.”

“That poor girl... how can it be enjoyable?”

“Eh, some girl like it very hard one you know. Like this girl I knew...”

“Ish... Ben!”

“I mean some girls really like to be treated like sluts la. You see that woman’s face? Damn syok right?”

Aunty Florence didn’t answer. She was probably too busy catching her breath. The Caucasian woman did indeed have a look of rapture on her heavily flushed face. Her eyes were staring upwards at the sky and her mouth hung open. As she took each of her lover’s deep powerful thrusts, her tongue would often stick out of her gaping mouth like she was trying to taste the air.

Ben’s hand had moved down to the front of his pants and was rubbing on the bulge there. I don’t know if Aunt Florence noticed, but if she did, she didn’t seem to acknowledge it.

Ben and her were standing pretty close to each other with Ben standing slightly back. I began to notice that his eyes weren't always on the amorous couple anymore. He would steal glances at Aunt Florence’s back every now and then, admiring her alluring shoulders down to her sleek shapely back and nicely curved rump covered only by her thin spaghetti-strapped short sundress.

Ben swallowed hard a few times. Aunt Florence was obviously a lovelier view than the distant mass of writhing entwined flesh. She was like totally within reach too.

As if reading my mind, Ben moved a little, reorienting his body so that his hand, hanging innocently by his side brushed against the side of her butt. I held my breath and waited for Aunt Florence to rain her fury down on Ben.

But nothing happened.

Ben who had obviously held his breath as well began to pant harder than ever to reclaim air into his lungs. He stayed still for a moment. Then he moved again. This time his arm touched her side and remained there. Still no response.

My own heart was beating wildly in my chest. I can’t even begin to imagine what Ben’s heart must be doing. Okay, maybe I can. I reckon it must be hosting the Olympics in there.

Ben grew bolder. His hand moved behind her so that the back of his palm rested now on the alluring curve of her butt. Aunt Florence still did not move. She was frozen and stoic like a stone statue. I noticed that she too wasn’t watching the hardcore action on the beach anymore. She had her eyes closed.

Ben moved his hand, rubbing it on her butt. He was taking things so very slow, testing the boundaries. It just made the scene so much racier. The tension was driving me nuts. My own body was trembling and feverish. Pushing my own shorts down, I grabbed my cock and started stroking furiously.

Ben turned his palm around and lightly cupped one of her firm looking cheeks over the dress. He left it there for a moment, probably debating hotly inside his head on whether or not to give it a squeeze. As it often does for boy’s our age, lust trumps caution. Ben gave her only a light squeeze though, not daring to go too far too fast.

He paused again, probably to watch her reaction. After a few seconds, my heart skipped a beat when Aunt Florence bent slightly forward, placing her elbows on the wooden board of the wall before her and burying her face in the back of her hands. This caused her butt to be thrust back against Ben’s hand.

Ben too was stunned, but only for a split second. He gave her butt another squeeze which visibly gave her shudders...

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[pyrokinets]

Ben proceeded to openly grope her ass, probably marveling at the fact that he was getting away with it. The scene was growing hotter by the second. He reached lower and boldly peeled the skirt of her dress over her butt. It was a wonderful sight. Aunt Florence’s cute shapely bottom was clad in black lacy panties. The kind which leaves a generous amount of her firm lower cheeks bared.

It was like Ben lost the last vestiges of control at that sexy sight. He fell on his knees and kissed Aunt Florence around the smooth curves of her ass. She moaned. Her legs buckled and she sank to the ground as well.

Ben turned her on her back and desperately tugged at her panties. She was trembling badly as she watched him do it, raising her legs slightly in the end to allow the last layer of her decency, however thin, get stripped away. Ben wasted no time prying himself between her legs, his big cock in hand, trying to position it against her quivering wet slit.

“Ben... Ben...” Her words were choked with excitement and dripping with desire.

“Aunty Flo!” Ben responded.

He pushed his hips deeper between her parted legs and the tip of his cock sank into her tight velvety depths. Aunt Florence whimpered. Then gasped loudly as his thick hard shaft spread her open and stretched her to new limits.

“UGHHH BENNNNN!!!”

“Shhh... Aunty, It’ll feel good. I promise.”

“Ohhhhh... Oh God Ben! So big!”

“You’re so tight. So hot! God, you’re fantastic Aunty.”

“Ben! Ughh... I... I...”

Aunt Florence threw her head back against the sand and arched her sexy back off the ground. Her mouth was open wide in a not so silent scream.

Over the distance, the two coupling Caucasians froze in mid-fuck. Then they quickly got dressed and hurried off away in the other direction. I guess they must have thought the scream was from someone who had spotted them and was appalled at what they were doing.

Down below me, Ben and Aunt Florence was locked in a deep passionate kiss. After a while, Ben started moving his hips again, fucking her slowly this time, without the previous urgency. Aunt Florence seemed to accept him better after she had cummed. Each time, he drew out his cock, which I noted was glistening with her hot juices, he sank it back deeper into her tight cunt.

I was thoroughly amazed at Aunt Florence ability to take him in. More so when he finally buried his entire impressive length into her. Aunt Florence looked delirious, being little more than a hot panting mess under Ben.

Ben’s desperation returned, and he fucked her earnestly, but kept the pace steady. Aunt Florence wrapped her sexy slim legs around his waist, the high wooden heels of her strapped-on sandals digging into his skin. She moaned deliriously with each deep thrust.

Their gasps and moans built up in urgency, matching Ben’s increased pace of thrusting. It culminated with Ben hugging her tight against him as he groaned and blasted the insides of her womb with hot teenage seed. Aunt Florence shuddered with pleasure as she took all he had to offer.

I gasped, feeling my own balls empty into my hand.

The two lay red faced, sweaty, and heaving for much needed air. When they could breathe again, Ben slowly sat up and pulled his thick slick cock out of her. A copious amount of white semen came gushing out of her reddened well-fucked hole. Jesus... my cousin cums like a horse.

As Ben helped Aunt Florence up, I made my retreat. It was considerably harder to get down from where I was, being weak in the knees from what I had witnessed. My mother and Aunt Corina was lying where I left them, relaxing with their eyes closed.

My mother heard me approach and sat up. “Find any treasure?” She asked.

“Uhhhh...” I said stupidly.

In a way, I was sure I would treasure the scene burned into my mind for the rest of my life.

“I didn’t go near the boat,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I went up to see what happened to the rest of the buildings.”

My mother didn’t look pleased. “I told you to stay with your Aunty and Ben.”

“Aiya mummy. I was just looking I swear.”

The last bit wasn’t at all a lie. All I did was look after all. One truth and one lie makes it even right? My mother looked like she was going to scold me further when her attention turned to something behind me.

I turned to see Ben and Aunt Florence walking towards us. He had one arm around her waist, and she was leaning on him as she limped awkwardly along. Her ponytail hair was disheveled and there was sand on it. I suspected the whole of her back was covered in sand.

“MY GOD FLO! What happened?” My mother asked when they got near. Aunt Corina also sat up and they went to help her.

“Um, I’m okay. Just slipped and fell,” Aunt Florence said.

“Ben! I told you not to simply run around! See what happens!” My mother scolded him.

“I’m okay, really.” Aunty Florence insisted. “Just a bit shaken. I’ll be alright.”

“I’m sorry Aunty,” Ben told her. He really sounded sincere too.

Aunt Florence gave him a weak smile.

In ten minutes, she was on her feet again, though still unstable. We decided to return to the hotel for the afternoon to avoid the heat. I was glad for that. I didn’t feel like doing anymore exploring. Especially when the images of what just happened was still fresh in my mind, and my dick was getting hard again.

[DDAMn]

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