A Pirates Treasure - Closed for WickedPen

[wickedpen]

Twenty years later...

"This is where they shot him." I said standing on the beach where I had met his father, wine bottle and glass in hand.

"Pan I know this is hard but I need to tell you this." still a statuesque blonde who had only become more beautiful, now thirty eight, single mother of Pan. A strapping lad with the height of his father but a more slight build like his mother. The, commodore passed a few years after "the attack" and I was left what quite frankly, was and still is, an enormous fortune. This afforded Pan a life his father might have scoffed out, had Pan not been so damn amazing.

We live in London, never leaving England since "the attack". Being carried on a sailing ship gave Pan an unusual way about him, or at least that is what his grandmother said with a shrug of disgust..

"The moon was just as it is tonight." my voice growing softer and more raspy, "He took me that night." I said looking away, "or that is the story everyone tells. The truth was more innocent and so much worse." her blue eyes look up at the young man, who looks less his years.

"I loved your father in the few hours I knew him, I not only knew love but need to keep his fire with me, and I took from him selfishly for my own desires. I took more than I should." Her tears came choked to the surface as she buries her face in his arm. "But I want more." she said collecting herself.

"You look so much like him." I said leaning into his arm with my arm behind him. "You are so much like him, always have been." I say laughing like a mom does after she has cries or gets upset about something small. But this was not a normal mother son on a beach moment.

"I brought you here for a reason Pan" I say looking up into his eyes as my heart races covered by the waves and night breezes of the warm Caribbean.

 

[Homerun2611]

My feet had finally scrambled down to the wet sand. My moment with her, the woman I had traveled a lifetime to find, and had the moment I would never forget was still running through my mind. I was now going at a sprint, somehow I had escaped. And all I thought was of her, how I would find her, and we would have more time. It had been so intense and in that moment, sweet, sweet climax, I had never felt so virile or housed in a sanctum so fertile. Her womb, my seed, fucking had become more, and for a moment, the first moment in my life, I knew love. I never saw him, never saw it, but there suddenly the flash was blinding, the sound deafening as the musket fired a gaping hole into my broad chest, and I fell and bled out on the beach. With my shield or or on it...I died on it...yet I died with a smile on my face...I had experienced heaven for only a moment, but I had experienced it and left my legacy and was now ready for my eternity in hell....or was it simply purgatory as my soul seemed to drift from my body and into the sand along with my blood.

*****​

Pan had always felt this place calling him, as he got older his dreams called out and told him this island, this specific spot was somehow his destiny too. He had never fit in there, London, he was rich, but he remembered...remembered how his grandfather had called him a bastard...cursed his father...and when drunk yelled his vengeance to the heavens for how his daughter was raped by that savage!

Only his mother had told him the truth, told him he was a child of love, not hate, passion, not violence. How I was the son of an amazing man, powerful, fearless and strong, not like the weak chinned, flabby and all too gentile, gentlemen of England.

Now we were here, and I was looking out at the sea, and it was calling me. The estate now belonged to my mother, part of her fortune. Yet no one here new us, what we could only enjoy in the deepest privacy in London perhaps could be enjoyed in the open and unknowing paradise they now inhabited. I was looking out, at the horizon, beyond it, the sun setting, it was all so perfect.

I had loved the story, and I could feel my father's spirit in the sand below my feet. I had never been particularly spiritual, but I sensed him, so strong, so vibrant, a momentary chill echoed through my body.

Was I sad I never met him, or did I understand I probably wouldn't couldn't have that which I now most coveted if he were alive and here with us? Suddenly I felt my beautiful mother's cheek press into the linen of my shirt, and then against my broad, muscular back. Her arms wrapped lovingly around my chest as they had so many times. However now recently, the caress did not end there, and my body tingled as then her hand slid down and slipped inside my trousers and grasped the hard cock she knew so intimately, and also knew would be awaiting her touch.

"No one knows us here, that you are my mother, I am your son. And the sea...Father, the Panther, the Pirate King would have taken me to the sea...did you ever want to sail...go to the sea...be a pirate or a wench...even for a single adventure...we are rich, but we can use that as we choose...use it to enjoy a new aristocracy or use it to pursue adventure...be sublimely good...or wickedly bad" I was lost in the moment, yet feeling an incredible need, "...Mom...stroke me...please stroke my cock ..." I was breathing hard, this was spiritual and taboo and hot and..."I want to cum here..this spot...spill my seed where Dad died...honoring him...and letting him somehow know...we are okay...and he lives on...in me..and us!"

 

[wickedpen]

As Pan goes on trying to sound academic and learned, and my son is many things but learned he is not, I have to interrupt.

"Pan. Stop." I tell him as I am suddenly ten years younger and he is humping me in my bed, unsuccessfully as I fend him off.

"we are going to bring up the monster soon" I sigh as I run my hand over his hard cock,, but first I want to do something. I look towards the moon and the house and determine when we are on the spot. I step in front of Pan who smiles ignorantly blissful of what is about to happen. I take his cock in one hand and his balls in the other.

"Does that feel good Pan?" I groan as I feel the moment drawing near. The potion the witch doctor gave me an hour ago was possibly kicking in as Pan's cock seemed enormous in my hand. He seemed to grow in front of my eyes.

The wild was suddenly whipping the palm trees as Pan was happily oblivious. I stroked him as the beach seemed to melt away.

"Come back to me my love!" I cried out. Hoping from the other side he would find me. Selfishly offering my only child for another moment with him, with the Panther.

"Please Panther Come to me. COME TO ME!" I cried as the clouds erupted in thunder and lightening. Pan took me and lifted me onto his cock. I had to be hallucinating but he seemed twelve feet tall. A giant nearly killing me blissfully.

"I demand Panther to take this vessel!" I cried as I felt the end near. I wanted nothing more ever as I felt the two worlds opening and pulling me. And then Pan held me until I raised my head.

"Pan?" I asked as the wind had stopped and storm gone. The darkness remained but filled with a satisfaction, still mounted on this man, my son, my lover.

 

[Homerun2611]

How long had I been here, and where was here anyway? Oh yes, the night, the blast, escaping to get away, but possessed of how I would get back to her, the maiden whom I had taken as she found a moments hiding, scarce minutes alone. The one chance when we consummated our love, and forever created the link my seed, her womb, our son!

What was pulling me, lifting me up, calling me to the real world? "Come back to me my love!...Please Panther Come to me. COME TO ME!

Suddenly I was no longer spirit, but was back to being! She had called me to her, and I was no longer in purgatory, perpetual limbo, and instead I was living, breathing in front of her. My body was not the shell left to decay on the beach, but it was familiar.

More than anything, the thing most familiar, was also the last thing I remember, the heaven of being snide her. I gripped her small waist, it was her, the years had not diminished the feeling only she had. I thrusted up, relished a sensation I had imagined gone forever. "Pan?"

“Pan?....” Suddenly I stopped thrusting, looked into those eyes I had so longed for, “No...it is Panther, your Panther....where are...whose body is this....did you pull me to heaven or did I pull you to hell...and if this is hell, why is it what I have waited an eternity to feel again?”

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh God!" I cried as Pan became my lover. He was no longer aloof and overconfident but holding me and taking me and filling me with his cock. I had ached, begged borrowed and stole for this moment. I ran my hands to his face and said "Panther be mine. Panther be mine." just as I had been instructed. The witch doctor knew he would take me and be virile and aggressive. She warned me of possible danger.

"He will feel like he has been trapped millions of miles away in non-corporeal form. The sensation of life with send energy through him only a young body can withstand." she explained to me during my training.

I wrapped myself around my lover, my son, my Panther as the wind swept and the clouds sped past the moon our bodies worked in unison.

"Oh god I have misses you" I groan as I can feel him nearing his peak.

 

[Homerun2611]

I didn’t understand any of it, somehow she had called me from the perpetual fog of, for the lack of a better word, my existence. What was this human vessel I occupied, certainly not me, no tattoos, no scars, and young, eight to ten years at least young than the body I evacuated at this very spot. She was different, older, but I still felt the woman, the girl, that I had risked and lost everything for, and never regretted it.

She was holding onto me, this cock I now controlled impaled in the most tender cunt of my memories. Her arms around my neck, my hands, I could feel the strength of this young body, nearly equivalent to the man I was. My hands cradled her face, kissed her passionately, our tongues tangoing like it was our only chance to dance."Oh god I have missed you" I looked into her eyes, I wanted, needed to feel, touch, be!

My hands went to the neckline of her dress, one yank and it was ripped open, her beautiful body, every curve exposed. A second rip and my shirt was open, and finally, after an eternity in the abyss, we were skin to skin. She was still wrapped around me, pumping and thrusting we fell to the sand, suddenly we were Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in “From Here to Eternity”. The waves washed over our bodies, but we never slowed, driving and driving, like that first night, “I never thought we’d ever...I would have waited an eternity for you, and then waited more!”

 

[wickedpen]

God it was better than I ever imagined. Like two men, he was everywhere. His sons life of a single desire I have been trying to resist showing and the coarse animal of the Caribbean, raping and pillaging wherever the wind blew ya. And now, I was nearly drowned as his third peak nearly killed us both.

"This is too much. I am not as young as you." I said gasping for air, to my love who was interested in a fourth. "I need to rest, conjuring you took a lot out of me. Let Pan go home now." I said, keywords the witch doctor taught me.

I walked back to the house naked and covered with sand, wet from the sea. the servants made themselves scarce. I went and fell into bed as I heard Pan go to his room. I was asleep before I knew Sarah as shaking the drapes open and the late morning sun poured in on me.

"Ms you getting up today?" she said as I rolled over covered in sand and smiling.

 

[Homerun2611]

I woke up with my back on the sand, my shirt ripped open, and my cock limp but coated, dried cum on my thigh. I remembered walking out to the location of my father's death. My mother had put her hand down my pants, and I remembered moaning as the storm kicked up. She had led me over, and then it all went blank.

Hed I been hit by lightning? Knocked out by a tree? Why did I have a coating on my cock? Then I remembered flashes, my mother fucking me, or was that a dream, or a hallucination after passing out. Last night was a blur, a reasonable timebreak, where I remembered nothing. Finally awake and soaked I trudged up to my room but felt strangely good as I collapsed into my bed.

In the morning I slept in far later than usual, but I still didn't remember what had happened exactly. I finally got up and made my way downstairs. I had made coffee, and was scrambling up some eggs when my beautiful mother finally came down. She looked radiant, an inner glow, meanwhile I was completely confused. "Mom, do you know wha happened last night...I mean...did we have sex?"

 

[wickedpen]

I laughed loudly as Pan asked the question, in the kitchen, where servants were just our of sight.

"Of course not!" I say indignantly. "You were pretty drunk last night when you headed into town." I continue as get myself a cup of coffee. I look at him wondering if I had dreamed the whole thing, but knew by the soreness that it was no dream.

"Sounds like you have some issues you may not want to air for the world to know." I said glancing towards the servants quarters. "I mean are you still drunk? How do you even ask such a thing?" I said playing it up but not wanting to start rumors, well facts.

"Now get cleaned up I want you to take me out on the small boat. Think we can manage that alone?" I said with a wink and lift of my chest.

 

[Homerun2611]

I looked over at where Mother was glancing and realized in my haste and confusion, I had almost made a fatal mistake. I was hoping here that all pretense was gone, but it would be foolish to not have discretion.

I laughed, more loudly than necessary. "It is the damn rum, I guess. With the fruit and syrup in the drinks it tastes more like desert than alcohol, I think it also made me a little crazy." It was a bit of a pathetic act I was putting on, but they were servants not aristocrats in England, I figured it was good enough. My eyes searched my Mother's face, but she gave me nothing, always cognizant of eyes or ears that might be intruding on us.

"I am not drunk any more, although my head is still throbbing and I could use something to relieve the pressure." I was not referring to the head on my shoulders. "Let me go clean up and we can take out the small boat. I would like to take it far out away from the land where we can relax. Is Sara available to help me with my bath?"

I came over to Mother, I was so tempted to lean down and kiss her as I needed, but as she turned her cheek, I gave her a kiss that would barely qualify as platonic. My silk pajama bottoms were tented out, ever since I walked home last night from the beach, and still this morning, my body had a yearning, a need I had never felt before. I didn't understand what was happening, but whatever it was, it felt incredible.....

 

[wickedpen]

"You require some help bathing Mr Pan?" Sarah's soft accent preceded her as she entered the bathroom. She wore a black skirt just covering the knee and a white linen blouse and no bra. She had angular features, a strange cross of a probably Anglo father and local woman. Her skin was lighter and her eyes light too.

"How may I assist?" Sarah said now standing next to the tub where Pan lay looking up at her smiling. His hard on was clear through the water and his eyes glanced in it's direction more times that could be coincidence. She got on her knees next to the tub and reached in and took his cock in her experienced hand. She said nothing nor made eye contact as she knew he was not just Pan and she was nervous of such things.

His hand reached and unbuttoned her blouse and took her breast in his palm. She sighed as her hard nipple pressed into his skin. Her hand pumped faster under the water.

 

[Homerun2611]

Sarah had been his Mother's most trusted servant and confidant. She had been there that night, and somehow that meant the world. I had requested her here, she was still, even in her simple uniform, a stunning beauty. Her almond complexion, her fine, angular features, her deep brown, but knowing eyes, all stood out. My mother had conditioned me to not just respect, but covet and crave the tender, loving and experienced touch of an older woman. Yet it was not her beauty, her age or the submissiveness her position mandated that had me so hard, it was the simple fact that she had known him, and now I wanted her to know me.

I was rock hard and steely eyed, as she walked in, ever since last night, a lust and need was coursing through my veins I did not understand and certainly didn't recognize, but was most definitely here and needed to be satisfied. "You require some help bathing Mr Pan? I simply leaned back and arched my back, I wanted her to see my cock, I wanted her to want my cock, it was hard, big, and my chest was puffed with pride as I let her eyes enjoy my manhood. "How may I assist?" I simply looked down on my big ivory cock, my needs could not have been more obvious.

She was on her knees, and her hand was doing exactly as I wanted. I watched her soft darkness in erotic contrast to my hard white phallus. It looked amazing. I wondered, how many times had she done this before, served the men of my family, had she pumped, even fucked my grandfather? I hoped so.

She was leaning over me, her buttons there, and my hands moved reflexively. I unbuttoned her blouse, slid my hand in, and caressed her still firm, full bosom, thought how they contrasted to my mothers, her nipples were fat, full meaty, and I wanted to taste. Again, I looked down, finding myself moaning as she stroked. It was superb, poetry of a sort, but insufficient. "Do you remember him, do I remind you of him?...Oh God....ohhhh!!!" I moaned.

"Sarah, you've served my mother well, faithfully...but now..." I unbuttoned the rest, pulled her blouse off, and pressed my mouth against hers, my tongue past her thick, beautiful brown lips, her ivory teeth, and kissed her in a way I had never kissed, taken anyone...breaking the kiss, taking, cradling her jaw in my fingers, forcing her eyes to mine..."I need you to serve me...fuck me Sarah, I need to fuck, oh God I need to fuck...you!"

Suddenly I was pulling her up into my arms, my hands grabbing her ass, my fingers ripping off her panties, and then lifting her up...quickly, surely...surely in a way I didn't even know how, had never done before, I dropped/pulled her supple body, her wet sex, down hard, balls deep on my suddenly knowledgable and talented cock!

 

[wickedpen]

I was anxious knowing what Pan was now but I did not want to feel the masters whip on my back any more. his Grandfather taught me that. I took his cock, the biggest of the bunch and stroked it. but i could see there was more in him than simple one man's need. I could see the Panther in his eyes and his face as he pulled me into the tub. Awkwardly the water splashed as I tried to help him strip me but he easily disposed of my clothes now wet in a pile on the floor.

He was much stronger than I imaged the boy would be as he lifted me and stood in the tub then mounted me against the wall. My back wet against the blue wall paper as I wrapped my legs around him and he entered me. there was a need but a strength and steadiness to his rhythm that was amazing. Unusual in such a young man. He pushed his face to my neck and kissed and licked and smelled me like an animal.

"How does the Panther feel back from the grave?" he hissed into my ear just as my body climaxed and a torrent of emotions flooded my head and his cock.

"Are you the devil mister?" I asked as I regained control. "You putting a demon in my belly?" I asked again but his hands tightened and I felt him getting closer. A picture that was hund on the wall fell with a crash as he continued driving into me. I hung on and puled him tight trying to help control this.

"The poor boy" I thought as my back was raw against the wall.

 

[Homerun2611]

"How does the Panther feel back from the grave?" I had been caught up in the moment, living a fantasy, trying to conjure up the essence of my father, a man I never knew. However the look I got back was shocking and thrilling.

Her white eyes shot wide, and her body trembled and came at my mention of something so taboo. I had not fully realized how much the island natives believed in black magic and the thought of something so forbidden had obviously pushed her over the edge hard and I loved it. She was only the second woman I had ever made cum and the moment was exquisite. Her quivering quim was coating my cock in her thick rich juices and lust poured out of me, like I had never known.

"Are you the devil mister?...You putting a demon in my belly?" I laughed but kept pounding, banging as I almost drove my large stake right through her gorgeous body and pinned her to the wall permanently. "Am I so much like him, no it is I Pan, but do you feel him in me, I so want to be more...how many men of my family have you taken like this? How many have pillaged this treasure?"

I drove up harder and harder, driving her body not just into the wall but up and down it as well. "How do I compare...I want to be the best...did you fuck Grandpa...the Panther...I know you have knowledge...skills....I want to be the best...have you teach me how to inflame a woman...inflame my mo...the women I most desire...teach me Sarah...teach me to be great...AHHHHH....Mmmmm"

And with than I came, filling her ebony body with my white cream, painting her womb with wave after wave of my seed...I had needed this...wanted answers...as I slowly let her down, her body limp, my legs suddenly like jelly. "How do I compare...no, how do I become the best...will you help me?"

 

[wickedpen]

I looked at the boy as the Panther was gone and it was me and the boy having just had sex.

"How do I compare...no, how do I become the best...will you help me?" he asked as a child might.

"well boy you are off to a good start but it will take soem taming that thing before it will be acceptable to someone like, you are deserving." I said nearly injecting "Miss Samantha".

I had the walk of shame all the women who worked in the house knew. Midday sun shining down as you walk naked from the house having been stripped and usually fucked. I felt the demon seed running down my legs. I was sore and had not been treated like that in years. It felt good. I was ashamed of myself as I got to my room and pulled my second dress. I gave my torn clothing to my momma who said nothing but knew. It was how it was. She also knew what Ms Sam was up to and did not bother to ask.

"He's back huh?" was all she said.

 

[Homerun2611]

"well boy you are off to a good start but it will take some taming that thing before it will be acceptable to someone like, you are deserving."

Did she know? Was this the one person who perhaps my Mother confided in? My hands were still on her waist, there was something about this experienced ebony beauty that had my blood boiling and ready. Or...was it something else? There was a sense of wildness, almost recklessness I felt coursing through my body since I had arrived on this island, or certainly since last night I wanted to explore to enjoy, to experience.

"Please...then teach me...anything...everything...tame me...I want to know he best you have had and teach me to do it better...harder...or softer...I want to make a woman's body crave me...yearn for me...like my mother's did for my father."

I was clean and put on a white billowy shirt that outside as she wind blew wold let the cool wind reach and soothe my muscles against the scorching heat. I was waiting downstairs when my mother arrived. "I am ready to take the small boat whenever you want mother....what is our adventure today?"

 

[wickedpen]

Sarah appeared and waited for me to address her. I had listened to them in the bathroom and did not want to expose that fact.

"Sarah is the boat ready?" I asked and she quickly said "yes mam." without making eye contact. I knew she was displeased with this creature I had conjured but at the same time had already tasted of it's pleasure. There was no going back.

We walked down to the little pier that jets out into the shallows passed the waves. We walked out and there was our craft. A basket with red and white checked cover.

"Captain, may I cum aboard?" I said closing my parasol and and turning to face Pan, head high and chest out. The dress was cumbersome but required to look appropriate to the soldiers and servants. the sea was calm and sun hot as I raised my hand to shied my eyes from it.

 

[Homerun2611]

I brought the small boat to the deck and helped the servants put the picnic basket filled with fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, and tea and white wine. It was quite a spread. I looked forward to getting away from the servants and any unwanted guests. There were always ears around the estate

As I watched mother walk down with Sarah, I wondered if she knew I had just doubled my carnal knowledge base of women. If so, would she care? There was something primal stirring inside of me as I saw her, I was changing, and in ways I did not understand.

I looked her up and down, my only thought was 'way too many clothes, where was that slip, the one I ripped...' I shook my head, I head never ripped any clothes off my mother, although the idea now held an irresistible appeal.

"Captain, may I cum aboard?" I smiled and wined, at both she and Sarah. I wanted to make a line that I wanted to make her cum any way I could, and often, but I held my tongue.

As I helped her into the boat, I whispered into her ear, "I hope you intend to shed most of those clothes very soon.' As fast as I could get it there, I navigated the boat far off shore outside the view of he plantation or any of the nearby estates.

"So Mother, is there a purpose of our little trip today? Or have you just missed our special time together?" I watched her eyes, my cock was hard in anticipation, but as always, I was careful not to assume that she was ready yet to indulge our desires.

 

[wickedpen]

I sat in the back of the boat like a proper lady under a parasol but the heat soon soaked my petticoats and then some as I watched Pan row the boat.

"It is hot Pan, maybe you should take off your shirt?" I suggested as I ached to be naked in the water with him, with the Panther.

I watched the body of my son work, pulling and pushing as I envisioned his movement with me on his lap and nearly fainted. Once safely away from shore I closed the parasol.

"Keep rowing" I told him as he had stopped. I began unbuttoning the collar of this ridiculous dress.

"Is ti OK if I undress Pan? You have seen me before naked." I said dismissively as I worked to loosen the cinched girdle and soon managed to slither out of the dress as I stood and leaned forward letting the material pool at Pan's feet. I stoop up in only garters and a pair of panties.

"That's better." I said rubbing my breasts pleased to be out of that contraption. I put a foot up on the seat in front of Pan and unhooked my hose and rolled them down and off my feet, I slid the garter belt down as he watched like a well trained dog awaiting the command to eat.

I stood naked save my panties which were simple white cotton. I saw Pan was rock hard in his trousers.

"I think this is far enough for a swim, don't you?" I asked as my eyes roamed over his sweaty body and awkward pants. "Although my panties are soaked through I think I best leave them in the boat." I said quickly siding them down and falling over the side into the deep blue water.

 

[Homerun2611]

I could see my mother baking in the hot Caribbean sun, he perisol trying in vain to protect her until we were beyond the view of prying eyes. "It is hot Pan, maybe you should take off your shirt?" I peeled off the white linen, and gave my mother the show she had requested. I took my time pulling it up and over my head. My biceps, pecs and abs all flexed for her enjoyment. "Yes, mother that feels much better, you must be extremely warm?"

She smiled knowingly, "Keep rowing...Is ti OK if I undress Pan? You have seen me before naked." She knew I watched every button unfastened, every tie untied, every layer uncovered, as her flower bloomed in front of me. Blood rushed to my manhood with each step of her strip, and by the time she was down to her panties, garters and stockings, I was a raging hard stallion needing to be let loose and allowed to run.

As she put her leg up, I watched as she unrolled her stockings, my heart nearly beating out of my chest as my hand reached out to run my fingers up the back of her calf, up and then under the thigh of he toned and sexy legs. "Oh Mother...You Are So Beautiful" I moaned. Is ti OK if I undress Pan? You have seen me before naked." I smiled, "Not often enough" I thought as I longed to have her join me in my, or invite me to her, bed.

I had rowed us ove nar a sand bar, but we were still in at least ten feet of water. We were nearly a mile off shore, well beyond any reasonable view and I was anxious as to our next moments. "I think this is far enough for a swim, don't you?...Although my panties are soaked through I think I best leave them in the boat." MY eyes immediately went to her camel toe in the white cotton panties. I realized the temperature had assisted her wet panties, but I hoped it was more of function of my bare torso and her pending enjoyment of my hard cock.

Like a dolphin she arced into the water and came up shimmering her sexy breast only partially at view below the water line, her body beckoning a closer inspection. I stood like a muscle bound god, in the boat. Unfastening and dropping my trousers and standing above her, sculpted muscles glistening, and my cock rising up at an angled, a living sculpture, an erotic David. I stepped out of the boat and dove under, swimming below and cumming up behind my mother, my hands on her hips, my cock pressed in to he crack of her ass.

I took my elbow and wrapped it around my mother's shoulders from behind, pulling her tightly against me, but then as my fingers reached around finding her folds, and sliding my fingers inside the softness of the pussy I so coveted. But as I pressed, and pushed my fingers inside, I was overwhelmed, seized and gone, and now my lips found her ear, my knowing finger hooked inside, "I assume you were ready for a man to take over for the boy, I was wondering when you would call me back my love...let me play you like the beautiful instrument you are, while you tell me whose body this is you call on me to posses...this body that feels familiar and so foreign, commanding the strength and endurance I can use to take you up mountains, and push us over cliffs!"

I pressed two fingers inside her wetness, sawing and enjoying her body, working her little button, my other hand teasing and pinching her nipples..."Talk to me Princess...what have you done...what kind of deal have we made with the demons? To whom do I owe my soul and how much time do we have...do you even fully know yourself?

 

[wickedpen]

I leaned back against the Panther, captain my captain and felt him. His words were familiar as the day he was taken from me.

"I have made a deal" I sighed as his fingers grow more aggressive and the boys cock was bigger and harder against me. I turn in the water and face him.

"I wondered how long it would take to bring you out." I said as the warm water on my body treading water seemed to be conducting his energy into me. I wanted him. I wanted him to have me, use me, devour me

I move against him. "Sorry about the whole death thing." I say jokingly as my breasts press his chest and my hand deflects his cock between us. "You are in our son, conceived in that hole on this island, and he is a proper English gentleman." I say proudly, forgetting that might not be his first choice.

"So, if you want me, you are going to have to do it as our son." I explain as I begin to push the cock down between my legs. I look desperately into his eyes as he pulls back.

"No Panther! No!" I cry as I struggle to mount him in the water but he is gone and soon I am alone with the boat. I manage to climb back in and lay in the sun naked, awaiting his return.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had known the answer before she said it, but I needed to hear it from her, how I had been conjured back, and whose body I held hostage during my visits. After my death, time had lost all meaning. In the abyss of purgatory, earth days are seconds, years are hours. For me as I had been called back our night, ou first and only, my last as a living being seemed like yesterday, but in this body I knew it had been my more.

I held out my hands, clenching my fist and releasing. They were good strong hands, but too soft, the boy needed toughening up. I was looking into her eyes, feeling her breasts against a broad, strong and muscular chest which felt almost like my own. The genetics were strong but the body needed the tempering that only real adventure could deliver.

"You are in our son, conceived in that hole on this island, and he is a proper English gentleman...So, if you want me, you are going to have to do it as our son." I did not leave her, I was about to take her, but instead it took me.

I was in darkness and then a blinding light, so blinding I had to look away. "She told you true...she summoned you back, the blackest of magic...but I am owed a soul and I will have it." My perception of the voice was commanding and I felt the power resonate within me. "What she conjured has a six moon cycle, when the moon is full the sixth time, a decision will be made...and I will have my soul. It can be yours, it can be the boys...but only one and it will serve me for eternity." I did not ask who this was, I knew it was the darkest of the dark, for only he could have allowed the deal before me to take place.

As quickly as I was taken, I was back, she was laying back naked breathing heavily, and I was kneeling, my hands sliding between her thighs opening them. Curling my fingers under the backside of her knees and pulling her body up, her pelvis tilted toward me, , my hands jerking her up, and my cock driving down and in. Her soft, wet, pink velvet closing and encapsulating my spear as I drove down, down, deeper and deeper.

"We only have six moons, and then it is either me or the boy...the other will go serve the dark master...but if that is all there is...then I want to make the most of it...me and the boy...after that it is just one."

I knew what I wanted, I wanted to get a boat, a ship and take her to the sea...teach the boy to be a man...enjoy her without compromise...and then let it be what it must...but not now...now it was simple...

My body was flexed and glistening in the sun, my eyes were intense and filled with passion...and she was magnificent...open, taking, needing and wanting all I could give her...and I gave her, grunting and groaning, my pelvis slapping into her, her ass off the ground as I impaled her...deep hard and powerful. "Fuck me princess...fuck your Panther...fuck your pirate...fuck me hard...we will only have so many...and each should be like we may never have the chance again!"

 

[wickedpen]

Laying in the boat barely under the shade of the small sail my skin was dry almost instantly. I laid back ravenous for Pan or Panther, honestly I did not care but I needed him inside me. But he was gone. I laid back and closed my eyes for but a moment and suddenly was rocked back awake by Pan suddenly in front of me, sitting between my legs on his seat in the boat. I watched him and knew it was not Pan.

He rose and guiding his cock drove into me hard and fast. I was an easy fit as he slid face to face as I accepted him gladly.

"We only have six moons, and then it is either me or the boy...the other will go serve the dark master...but if that is all there is...then I want to make the most of it...me and the boy...after that it is just one." he grunted.

And with that eighteen years in purgatory possessed the young man's body and matched his own mother's desires.

"OH God Yes!" I cried as he lifted me onto him, "Fucking magnificent!" I hissed as I felt incredible sensations never before experienced. The wind suddenly came up and the clouds covered he sun. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed as I held onto Pan's neck , pressing my breasts into his chest as his hands gripped my ass for his cock., and for me.

"OH God Yes Panther! YES!" I cried as my orgasm returned. Eighteen years of endless suffering. I convulsed and trembled in his arms as our sweaty bodies exchanged fluids obscenely. Sitting on the small seat I straddled him for three hours before he would release me. It was more dramatic than his death as we laid in the boat with the sun falling in the west.

"What should we have for dinner?" Pan asked suddenly snapping me back into the moment, as Pan's mother.

"Anything you want my love." I said and then pondered "six months and one will remain..."

 

[Homerun2611]

It was all so confusing and I couldn't explain it. "What should we have for dinner?" I asked. I turned my head to the side, and there she was, the woman of my dreams, the only women I loved, naked, and yet something was very, very wrong.

I was lying in a boat naked, next to my mother who was also naked. I was hungry, but it was for more than food. I was also embarrassed, we were out, far from any land, and my cock was clearly covered in cum, just as clearly as my mother's pussy was dripping that same cum, yet I didn't remember any of it.

"Anything you want my love." She said it so sweetly, so caring, just like when I was little and I asked her for extra brown sugar on my porridge back in England. Yet this was far from England, this was exactly what I wanted, except it wasn't.

I rolled over on my side. "Mother...I...Lately...Lately, I keep losing time..I can't explain it..I know we just...but I don't remember...and I want to remember."

I raised my finger and circled her areola, let my fingers roll her hardened, perfect nipple. I grabbed her hand and gently placed it on my cock. "All I ever want is you...all I think about is you...but then I don't remember...please help me remember momma...please can we go again...one more time...ride me...ride me so I can remember...and enjoy? Please, will you fuck me, I mean really fuck me?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Oh Pan" I said like you were being a silly little boy. "I am your mother and you know you are not supposed to what sex with your mother, right?" I said knowing what a hypocrite I was all these years. Now things were different. I took his cock and stroked it naturally seeing how amazingly hard it was so quickly.

I looked around and then said "OK This time but only in my mouth." My tone and words were so strange as Pan felt like my equal, a sex partner, my lover, which he had been but now I was acting like my mom.

"Does that feel good pan?" I asked as I laid pumping his wonderful cock as he laid back in the boat. I must admit it was tempting to climb on him for another run but I pushed myself up and took him in my mouth. I slid up and down as I looked at him watching me. Watching his sweet mother suck his hard cock. I let it slide along my tongue and lips before taking it in and getting the full taste of myself on him.

I looked up at Pan who had his mouth open and eyes wide in expectation of what I could already taste was near. I redouble dmy efforts and within a minute or two Pan laid back and ejaculated into my mouth and I hungrily gobbled it all down..

"Feel better?" I asked as I wiped the saliva and cum from the corners of my mouth and began looking for my clothes.