My Goal Was to Fuck My Mom Until She Got Pregnant on a Deserted Island

Chapter 1: The Call of the Life Tree

I’m Hayato Sato, 24, a Tokyo freelance photographer, 182 cm, muscular, short brown hair, rugged with a roguish vibe. My mom, Reina Sato, 44, E-cup breasts, curvaceous like ripe fruit, curly black hair, always in light dresses, radiating gentle allure. A single mom, she raised me protectively, her eyes sometimes lonely. We planned a South Pacific eco-documentary, but our plane crashed, stranding us on a tropical deserted island. Dense jungles, smoking volcanoes, and a massive “Life Tree” on the beach glowed blue, its trunk carved with eerie runes.

The first night, we built a shelter under the tree, its leaves whispering: “Bloodline succession, awaken the island’s power, or perish.” Thinking it a hallucination, I froze as Reina shed her dress, revealing her smooth naked body, nipples hard, “Hayato, the tree calls us to procreate.” Shocked, I yelled, “Mom, this is crazy!” She approached, stroking my cock, tongue licking my chest, warm as a volcanic spring. Brain exploding, I pinned her to the tree roots, licked her pussy, hot as tropical rain. I fucked her pussy, thrusting roughly, leaves trembling, tree sap dripping. I came inside; she squirted, juices mixing with sap, soaking the ground, shelter like a flood’s aftermath. She gasped, “Hayato… we awakened the island…” Ashamed, I wanted to burrow into the roots, guilt and pleasure erupting like a volcano.

Chapter 2: Absurd Island Rituals

The Life Tree glowed daily, demanding “procreation rituals,” claiming only bloodline union could activate the island’s ecology, or the volcano would consume all. Reina said, “Hayato, we must obey, or the island kills us.” She designed sex rituals with island resources, igniting my lust. At the volcano’s edge, she used a volcanic stone dildo on her clit, stripped, “Hayato, give the tree your essence.” I licked her pussy, salty as the sea, fucked her pussy, juices splashing. She bound me with sap-sticky vines, rode my cock, rough enough to make me scream, “Mom… I’m exploding…” Juices sprayed like lava; I slipped on stones, bruising my ass. She laughed, “Hayato, you’re a volcanic comedy show!” Pissed, I came on her chest, crater a swamp.

Rituals spread across the island. On the beach, Reina in a seaweed skirt teased, stripping, “Hayato, let the tree witness.” I fucked her tight anus, her screaming, “Hayato… I’m yours…” Juices muddied the sand. Sap vines were too slick; I fell into waves, nearly cut by coral; we laughed, cleaning, like a comedy. I asked, “Mom, do you believe this tree?” She sighed, “Hayato, I lost family young; I just want you safe.” Shocked, I suspected she masked loss with sex.

Chapter 3: Psychological Abyss

Reina’s body hooked me like island fruit, but post-climax guilt crushed like volcanic ash. She’s my mom, yet my sex slave—this betrayal kept me awake, the tree’s whispers haunting. I tried resisting, “Mom, we must fight the tree!” She laughed, “Hayato, your cock disagrees. The tree’s will is everywhere.” Her weary eyes betrayed her. I recalled her past: abandoned by family, she raised me alone, sex her twisted way to coexist.

In a jungle depths, Reina found “ritual props”—vine whips, shell dildos. Stripped, bound to the tree’s branches, she said, “Hayato, punish me.” I coated her breasts with sap, fucked her pussy and anus, her screaming, “Hayato… I’m breaking…” Juices sprayed like tropical rain, jungle a swamp. After, she curled under the tree, “Hayato, do you hate me?” Heart aching, I hugged her, “Mom, you don’t need to prove love.” She cried, “I just want you to live.” We’re puppets of the island’s curse, escaping death with sex.

I tried destroying the tree, hacking its roots, but sap burned my hands. Reina appeared, stripping, “Hayato, no ritual, we die.” Pissed, I fucked her all night, guilt and pleasure a tsunami.

Chapter 4: Reality’s Absurdity

I tried coexisting with the island, studying its ecology, dodging Reina. She stormed my coconut grove camp, sap-coated, stripping, “Hayato, final ritual!” Hard, shaking trees, I dragged her to the beach, used a shell dildo on her clit, fucked her pussy, her screaming, “Hayato… I can’t take it…” Juices soaked the sand. Vine whips snapped, tangling my legs; I fell into seaweed, her laughing, “Hayato, pirate wrestling!” Pissed, I fucked her again, cumming on her, scene a disaster.

Before a volcanic eruption, animals panicked; Reina in a leaf skirt teased, stripping, “Hayato, calm the volcano!” I fucked her anus, rough, her screaming, “Hayato… I’m yours…” Juices slicked the stones. Shell props shattered, cutting my foot; we laughed, bandaging, like a comedy. Heart heavy, I said, “Mom, the island controls us.” She paused, “Hayato, I want you to rule it.”

Chapter 5: Seizing Island Power

I stopped fleeing, joining Reina to master the Life Tree, becoming island rulers. I studied its runes, learning it needed bloodline fusion to govern ecology. Under the tree, Reina stripped, “Hayato, become Island King!” I fucked her pussy, cumming inside, leaves glowing blue, volcano calming. She squirted, juices mixing with sap, island cleansed. I said, “Mom, we won, but it’s wrong.” She cried, “Hayato, I want your future.” Softening, I hugged her, “Let’s find truth.”

We found the tree’s curse from an ancient tribe, controlling bloodlines. I burned the runes; the tree weakened, island calmed. We stayed as guardians, stopping taboo sex. My guilt faded, but Reina’s body lingered like island winds in dreams. 

We stayed, guarding the island, rejecting rescue, studying ecology. Taboo memories buried like ash, we became co-guardians, seeking new meaning.