My parents Jairam and Santoshi owned and operated a fishing boat named Mata Anusuya out of a West Coast of India. My father was the captain; my mother the cook, my brothers Vishnu, Narayan and Krishna were deck hands. My father dealt in fish that brought a hefty price at the fish auction. We went to sea and didn’t return until it was filled with fish. I was left on my own during the days that my family was at sea. I lived with my sister in laws and an old maid, I went to school every day, did my homework and visited prostitutes. I even fucked the maid sometimes. Consequently, I became very self-reliant, a quality that has served me well.
When I finished college. All wanted me to have an MBA degree. I had had enough of studies and wanted a ‘time out’. The life of a fisherman seemed romantic to me. If I had known what perilous work it was maybe they would have had their way, but I persisted until they gave in.
My first fishing trip was a great adventure. We got underway on a Monday morning and left port by the light of the sun. My father set course and we made good time across the glassy sea. We kept ourselves busy checking and rechecking our lines and equipment. It takes more than luck to be successful as a fisherman; it takes well-maintained equipment.
Mom came out on deck and sipped a cup of tea as she watched the sun on the blue sea. Her blouse was so tight across her big tits that I could see her nipples sticking through. I had been physically attracted to her since puberty, but now, with my hormones raging, my interest in her became an obsession. Three times a day I went and jacked off to fantasies of fucking her.
Some men would probably have considered my mother sexy while others would have thought her fat. Tastes differ. To me, she was always sexy. She had full, round tits that she showed off with low-cut blouses half-buttoned. A perfectionist might have criticized her for her slightly rounded belly, but I thought it made her even sexier. Her long legs were flawless.
We reached our destination and ran out our long lines equipped with hundreds of baited hooks. After the lines had been in the water for a while, we pulled them in and removed the fish from the hooks and placed on a bed of dry ice in the hold. It was hard work, and I was so exhausted that I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
Disaster struck in the night. I was asleep in my bunk when the boat suddenly lurched. It was pitching and rolling so violently that I had great difficulty making my way to the pilot cabin. A violent storm had come. Dad was at the wheel and my brother Vishnu was frantically trying to raise the Coast Guard on the radio. Dad told me to go and close the doors before we took on water. As I struggled to close the door against the howling wind, a wave knocked me to the deck, the boat rolled violently. We clung to whatever solid thing was at hand. Our boat slowly righted. At that point, my father made the decision not to abandon ship. He felt that we had a better chance by staying with the boat. We rode out the storm for hours.
Suddenly, there was a screeching sound and the boat came to an abrupt stop, throwing us back. We braved the elements; the storm had subsided by morning and went out. We discovered that we were stuck on a reef a few yards from a verdant island. I saw the damage. The hull had been ripped to shreds. The radio had also been damaged beyond repair, and without it, we couldn’t call for help.
The first order was to search for food and water. We discovered that fish were plentiful and easy to catch. Tasty clams could be dug from the sand. Monkeys provided meat. Fruit and berries were plentiful. Our well-stocked shipwreck kit even contained packets of seeds for growing crops. Several crystal-clear springs provided a source of fresh water. We breathed easier. At least we wouldn’t die of starvation or thirst.
After a thorough exploration of the island proved that it was uninhabited, we got down to work and tried to make the best of things. After salvaging what we could from The Mata, we went to work building shelters. We decided to build two huts, one for Mom and Dad and the other for the rest of us, and to build them a distance apart for privacy.
For the first few hours or so, I stayed so busy that I didn’t think much about sex. With our shelters completed, our workload became lighter. Life became easy, almost pleasant. With too much leisure time on my hands, my thoughts turned to women. I was not a virgin so I really had to call on my imagination when I fantasized. To make matters worse, Mom had gone completely naive and refused to wear a top. The sight of her big, bouncy tits always gave me a hard-on.
One night I slipped through the jungle to Mom and Dad’s hut and listened as they made love. I wanted to find out about it so I could embellish my fantasies. I heard Mom moaning softly as Dad did something to her. “Oh, yes, Jairam, that’s it. Hay ram, you really know how to use your dick. I don’t know why I’m so horny all the time. Do you think it could be the monkey meat?” I gulped & listened to their bellies slapping together. Mom’s groans grew louder. I wished that I could see what they were doing.
“Yes, that’s it Jairam, suck on my big nipples. Fuck me harder. Yes, faster. That’s it! Faster! Faster! O raja, JAIRAM, I’M CUMMING!” My father’s loud groan was drowned out by Mom’s wails of ecstasy. After that, my ego deflated and a surge of guilt came over me. “Give me another poke Jairam,” Mom said. “I can’t Santoshi. That’s 4 times today”
As I tiptoed away, I thought about what Mom had said. She was so insatiably horny that Dad couldn’t keep up with her. I felt that I would lose my sanity if I didn’t get to fuck her. I came up with a plan. I could hardly wait for the sun to come up so I could reveal it to my bros.
The following morning, I called my brothers. “I happened to be passing by Mom and Dad’s hut last night and I heard them going at it. Something has turned Mom into a raving prostitute; Dad can’t keep up with her. It doesn’t seem fair that he has to work so much for her and suffer. I want to talk to Dad and offer to help him out.”
Vishnu, the oldest agreed. “Thinking along the same lines. Back home, I fucked Subhadra every day. It’s sheer agony without it. I agree with him. Let’s have a talk with Dad.” The others nodded. He and Krishna wee married and had good sex lives with their wives. They were probably suffering more than I was. My heart raced with excitement when Vishnu took a vote and every hand shot up.
We decided to approach Dad. That evening when Mom went to the lagoon to bathe, we went to the garden to Dad. “Dad, we need to talk to you,” Vishnu said. He sat on a fallen tree. “Dad, I think you should share Mom with us. We know that you can’t keep up with her. We were thinking that we could help you out”
Dad said. “Boys, I’ve been giving that some thought. I can’t to keep her happy myself. She had her tubes tied so there is no risk of pregnancy. I sure could use the help. I don’t know what has come over her. I’ll talk to her about it, and see if it’s okay with her” He disappeared into the jungle we clapped each other’s back.
It wasn’t long before they came up the path hand-in-hand. Both had broad smiles on their faces. “Ye” Mom said. “I’ll do it.” I thought I would faint from excitement. We discussed how we would put our plan into action. It was decided that each of us would spend a weeknight with her and that Dad would have her on weekends. We would build a shelter for it. Dad decreed that we would go in order of size, with the biggest going first. I didn’t like the plan because it meant my turn was 1st but I didn’t have much say in it.
The following day, Dad came to our hut and told me to go to mother. “Okay,” Dad said. “Go show your Mom a good time.” I had spent hours scrubbing, shaving, and rubbing sweet-smelling flowers against my tan skin. How I was envied as I walked up the path whistling a merry tune. “You’re leaving a boy and you’ll come back a man,” Vishnu said. I picked up my fishing pole and told the others that I was going fishing, then I circled around through the jungle until I was near Mom’s hut. They soon heard a keening emanating from the hut. I was an old hand at fucking & knew all the tricks. At least, it thought so. Mom was lying naked on the bed. My jaw dropped when I saw how beautiful she was. 100 fantasies had not prepared me for that moment. “Take off your clothes and come here. I’ve been waiting for this.” The blood rushed to my face and cock. As I slowly stripped off my clothes, I wondered if I would have the balls to fuck my mother.
“Oh, yes, you are the big one,” Mom whispered. “I knew you would turn out best” I was curious how would I compare with my father and brothers. She patted the bed beside her. “Don’t think of me as your mother, just imagine that I am a woman you just picked up in a beer bar.”
I lay trembling beside her, unsure how to start. “We’re going to do this up right,” she said, as she brought her pretty boobs down on my lips. Mom lay on her side and offered me a tit to suck on. “When you were a baby, you always did a good job draining my jugs. I knew you’d turn out to be a tit man.”
As I nursed hungrily on her suckers, she teased my cock with her fingers. I didn’t lose much of my hard-on and was soon ready for the main event. “I think a man should have his first fuck the old-fashioned way,” she said. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and told me to mount her. Her hot cunt was much tighter than I expected. Of course, I had things to compare it to! Mom rested her hands lightly on my ass and tried to guide my movements. I suppose I made up for my lack of experience with youthful enthusiasm. Mom told me to vary the depth, speed and angle of my thrusts. “Each thrust should come as a complete surprise,” she said. When I tried it, she immediately began to huff and puff. “O Ram you are a fast learner. You must be fucking earlier too! You’re the best of the lot. Oh ssss ah oh ssss aaah!” Staying on top of Mom through her orgasm brought back memories of the maid. As she reached her peak, I pumped her full of cum. Mom orgasm 4 times before we fell silent.
That week was one of the most miserable of my life. Each evening, another brother would walk up the path to her. I was afraid that they would wear her out before my turn came again. I refrained from jacking off so that I would be in peak form when my turn came. After my 3 brothers had their turns with Mom, they were like different men. There was no more squabbling over trivial things. They worked together as a team. They made plans to build better huts. My turn finally came. My brothers clapped me on the back; ma had told them I was the best!
That night with Mom was the best of my life. There is no way that a man can describe his first blowjob. Adjectives like warm, wet, and soft are simply inadequate. Fabulous is the only word that I can think of that comes close. My first blowjob lasted seconds, but seemed like an hour. “Oh, no, oh, Mom, look out, I can’t hold it.” She made gurgling noises as I pumped what felt like a quart of cum into her mouth. When it was over, she lifted her head, swallowed hard, and said, “You really needed that.”
I tried to apologize but she clamped a hand over my mouth to shut me up. “I did it for the biggest cock in my life and for the 1st time” she said. “I’ll be swallowing so much of that stuff of yours that I’m going to have to start watching my weight.” She even let me fuck her in the ass! She liked it in the back door just as much as in the front. Our arrangement worked beautifully. We truly were one big, happy family. We had enough food and sex to satisfy both of appetites. Our arrangement continued for two months, then one night when it was my turn with her, Mom made a request. “Son, I’ve never had a gang-bang, and I’ve always wanted one. Why don’t you and your brothers give me one? You are most persuasive and articulate. You should be able to convince all.” I almost fell out of bed.
The next day I took it up with my brothers. We voted to give Mom her wish. It was the least we could do after all she had done for us. Later, we took Mom down to the beach. Dad chose not to participate. His presence would have inhibited us. We built a bonfire and sat naked around it sipping berry wine that Mom had made. It took awhile for us to work up our courage, then Vishnu went forward, put Mom on all fours and fucked her ass doggy-style. Before long, Krishna knelt by her head and fed her his cock. Nard and I slipped underneath and nursed on her suckers. We took turns fucking her cunt, and if not for cocks acting as a gag, passing ships might have heard her howls and rescued us.
We all fucked Mom in all her holes that night. The fucking got even better when her pussy and thighs was slick with sweat. The scene constantly changed as we granted Mom’s wish for variety. The highlight of the evening for me was fucking her in the cunt while sucking her boobs. For several days afterward, none of the boys had an appetite for sex except me but that soon passed. Orgies became part of our sex lives and were usually held once a month when she was especially horny.
After a year on the island, we were rescued by a tramp steamer. When we got back home, my brothers went back to their wives. Thinking he was dead, Vishnu’s wife had an affair with their servant! He and servant decided to share her. I continued fucking Mom for months until her sex drive began to fade. Something in the diet had apparently been responsible for her lust. I long for those wonderful days back on the island.