I woke up on a beach

I woke to the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls. I sat up straight and squinted against the harsh afternoon sun. My cracked lips and dry throat begged for moisture. Carefully, I sipped from the precious rainwater that my mom and I had collected in a leaf-covered trough. Ever since our small Cessna plane had crashed onto this deserted island, we had been careful to ration everything. We still held onto the hope that a passing ship or plane would come to our rescue, but so far we were unlucky.

Feeling partially quenched, I surveyed the state of our campsite. The smoldering fire licked over my catch of the day. I had wrapped some coastal fish in palm fronds and left them in the hot coals of the fire to slowly cook. The tantalizing smell made my heart swell with pride, we'd be eating like royalty tonight!

Next to the fire, Mom lay asleep under the shade of a wall made of bamboo and palm leaves. With each passing day she looked even more beautiful than I could ever remember her being. The tropical sun had been doing wonders for her skin, which had gained a deep golden tan. She looked healthy and strong. My eyes wandered along the rolling curves of her body - up her thick thighs, her impressively small waist, and finally lingering on her fantastic breasts. God, what I wouldn't give to cop a feel of those jugs right now.

Days of close proximity to Mom had made it difficult to get any "me time", and the lack of sexual release was boosting the frequency of my dirty thoughts. With a tinge of shame, but not wanting to waste the opportunity, I slowly reached into my tattered briefs and grasped my neglected member.