On A Deserted Island, One Must Satisfy The Sexual Desires Of A Voluptuous Mom In Order To Catch A Large Haul Of Fish.

Chapter 1: Shipwreck and the Strange Island Rule

On the third day after the cargo ship capsized in the storm, Mom Lin and I were washed ashore on this uninhabited island.

Mom Lin was my father’s second wife, forty-one years old, with an excessively voluptuous body. Huge breasts, a full round ass, yet a surprisingly slim waist—she looked like a ripe fruit wrapped in soft flesh. Even in loose clothes her heavy chest was hard to hide. Now her soaked shirt clung tightly to her body, clearly outlining the shape of her large areolas, the nipples already slightly stiff from the friction of the fabric.

The island had fresh water, coconuts, and a few wild fruits, but almost no fish. Using simple spears and nets made from vines, we came back empty-handed for two days straight. On the evening of the third day, Mom Lin sat on the beach, wet hair sticking to her collarbone, her massive breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Suddenly she said in a low voice:

“Strange… I feel like something’s wrong with me.”

Her face was unnaturally flushed, and her legs kept unconsciously pressing together. I noticed a dark wet patch already spreading in the center of her shorts.

“Mom?”

“Don’t call me Mom…” Her voice trembled. “Ever since we drifted to this island, down there… I’ve been wanting it constantly. The more I hold it in, the worse it gets. My head feels dizzy.”

That night she couldn’t sleep. On the crude bed of leaves she kept tossing and turning. I pretended to be asleep, but I could hear the soft sound of her hand slipping into her shorts, the quiet rubbing, and her suppressed gasps.

The next morning she suddenly shook me awake, her eyes full of both shame and urgency:

“I… I think I figured it out.”

“What?”

“This island… seems to have a rule.” She bit her lip, her huge breasts heaving with tension. “Last night after I made myself cum, when we went out in the morning the net was full of more than a dozen big fish. But if I hold it in and don’t take care of it, we catch nothing at all.”

I froze.

Mom Lin’s face turned even redder, yet she still finished what she had to say:

“So… if you don’t help me, we might starve to death on this island.”

Chapter 2: The First Reluctant “Solution”

The beach at noon was scorching hot. Mom Lin completely took off her soaked shirt. Those at least I-cup breasts bounced free at once—large dark areolas, nipples already hard like little pebbles. She lay on her side in the shade of a tree, plump thighs slightly parted, her pussy already glistening with wetness.

“Hurry…” She turned her face away, voice soft and urgent. “Just use your fingers. Don’t stare too long.”

I knelt between her legs. The moment my fingers touched her pussy lips she let out a suppressed whimper. Inside she was hot and soaked; two fingers slid in easily and her walls immediately clenched tight. I began thrusting while rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb.

“Ah… s-slower…” Her hands tightly gripped the leaves beneath her. “But it still feels… not enough…”

She spread her legs wider on her own, hips unconsciously pushing upward. I sped up, the wet squelching sounds filling the air. Her massive breasts shook violently with every tremble of her body, the tips even flinging off a few drops of sweat.

“I’m cumming… I’m cumming…!”

When the orgasm hit, her whole body arched, pussy clamping down hard on my fingers as she squirted all over my hand. She panted for a long time before slowly opening her eyes, a strange satisfaction now mixed in her gaze.

“…Thank you.” She said quietly, yet didn’t close her legs right away. “Let’s go fishing now. If it really works…”

An hour later our net was filled with more than twenty fat fish.

Mom Lin stood by the sea looking at the abundant catch, her face flushing again. She glanced down at her still slightly trembling body and suddenly said in a low voice:

“It seems… once isn’t enough. If we want to catch even more, we might need to… go harder.”

Chapter 3: Getting Dirtier for More Fish

From that day on, the island’s “rule” became clearer and clearer.

The more thoroughly we solved it, the stronger the orgasms, the deeper the cum was shot—the bigger the catch.

On the evening of the third day, Mom Lin actively pushed me down under a coconut tree and straddled me herself. Those huge breasts nearly slapped against my face. With one hand she guided my cock, with the other she spread her pussy lips and slowly sank down.

“All of it… take it all in…” She bit her lip, voice trembling yet unusually clear. “Today I want to catch more than fifty. So you have to cum as deep as possible.”

She began bouncing her hips up and down, her full ass slapping against my thighs with loud wet smacks. Her massive breasts swung wildly with the motion, the tips repeatedly brushing past my lips. I couldn’t resist opening my mouth and sucking hard on one of them. She immediately let out a soft, slutty cry.

“Suck… suck harder… Mom’s tits feel so good when you suck them…”

The moment she called herself “Mom,” she got even more excited. Her pussy clenched tighter, juices dripping down from where we were joined. I gripped her waist and thrust upward, each stroke hitting the deepest part. She threw her head back, hair messy, continuous moans spilling from her mouth:

“So deep… you’re going to fuck my womb… for the fish… so we can survive… Mom is going to get creampied by her son…”

When she came, her whole body convulsed violently, pussy locking down hard. I didn’t pull out—I shot everything straight into the deepest part. Hot cum flooded her in thick pulses, and she let out a long, almost tearful moan of satisfaction.

The next day we caught sixty-seven fish.

Chapter 4: The Completely Corrupted Voluptuous Mom

A week later, Mom Lin had completely changed.

During the day she would wash her body clean on her own, then kneel on the beach and spread her pussy lips for me to see: “Today I want a hundred. So use the back.”

She leaned over a smooth rock, her plump ass raised high, using her own fingers to spread her asshole. She had already prepared it with coconut oil; it twitched and invited me in.

“Put it in… put it all the way in…” She looked back at me, eyes completely free of the earlier shame, only greed remaining. “Cum in Mom’s ass. The more you shoot, the more fish we’ll get.”

The moment I sank in to the root she let out a long, slutty cry. Those huge breasts were pressed against the rock, squashed into two deformed soft mounds that kept shaking with every thrust. While fucking her I reached around to squeeze her tits, pinching and tugging hard on the nipples. She immediately went weak in the legs from the pleasure.

“Harder… ruin Mom’s asshole…” She reached down and rapidly rubbed her own clit. “So full… both holes have been used by my son… Mom is now just a meat toilet who gets fucked for the sake of catching fish…”

When I came I poured every drop into her ass. She orgasmed so hard she almost pissed herself; juices and cum mixed together and leaked out from where we were joined, dripping onto the scorching rock.

That evening we dragged back two full nets of fish—over a hundred and twenty in total.

Mom Lin sat by the campfire with her legs still slightly open, cum slowly leaking from her asshole. While eating grilled fish she used her fingers to push the white fluid back inside, then licked her fingers clean and gave me a completely corrupted smile.

“Tomorrow… I want to try something even dirtier.” Her voice was soft and hoarse. “Tie me to the reef and fuck me from morning until night. No stopping no matter how many times I cum. That way… we might catch enough fish for three days.”

Ending: The Funny Twist

On the morning we were about to carry out the “tie me to the reef and fuck all day” plan, a huge white yacht suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Rescue had arrived.

After the yacht docked, a middle-aged man in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses came down, followed by several staff members. He looked at the mountain of dried and fresh fish piled on the beach, and at Mom Lin beside them—clearly fucked until her legs wouldn’t close, still with traces of cum on her body. His expression first showed surprise, then he burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, how long have you two been on this island?” He laughed while shaking his head. “This is my private nature reserve. Ordinary people aren’t even allowed here. But looking at how you managed to survive this long, it’s pretty impressive.”

He casually pointed at the sea, speaking as if chatting about the weather:

“By the way, the fish schools around here have been ridiculously dense lately because of ocean current changes. You can catch over a hundred just by casually throwing a net. There’s no need to do anything special at all. Don’t tell me… you actually thought you needed some kind of ‘special method’ to catch fish?”

The air froze solid.

Mom Lin stood completely still. Her expression went from confusion, to shock, then to a complicated look of “Oh fuck, so that’s how it was.” She slowly turned to look at me, lips moving a few times, before finally squeezing out:

“…So for these past two weeks, every day from morning till night, fucking until our legs went weak, cumming until we were shaking…”

“It was purely because I was way too horny.”

After she finished speaking she suddenly covered her face, but her shoulders started shaking. She wasn’t crying—she was trying not to laugh.

She held it in for three seconds, then burst out laughing so hard her huge breasts bounced wildly and tears came out.

“Hahaha… I was so serious telling you ‘for the fish,’ ‘so we can survive’… when the whole time I was just in heat so badly I lost all reason and made up an island rule to justify it!”

After laughing enough she wiped her tears and, right in front of the entire rescue team, suddenly reached out and grabbed my crotch. There was zero regret in her eyes—only a shameless, slutty confidence.

“However—” She leaned close to my ear and said in a volume only we could hear, “We still had a blast, ate a ton of fish, and got a free ultra-long erotic vacation. After we go back… let’s just pretend it’s ‘practice in case we ever get shipwrecked again.’”

The rescue team stood completely frozen.

Mom Lin had already pulled me toward the yacht. While walking she turned back and waved at the island owner:

“Thanks for the island! The fish were delicious. The island rule may have been fake, but the service was excellent!”

On the boat she leaned against my shoulder and quietly added:

“First thing after we get back to the country—go to the supermarket and buy some fish. Then… ‘solve it’ one more time at home and see if it actually makes the fish multiply.”

She finished speaking and started laughing again, but her hand had already slipped restlessly under my clothes.

It turned out the biggest secret of this deserted island was never any mysterious rule. It was a forty-one-year-old voluptuous mom who, under extreme pressure, completely awakened just how slutty she really was.

And I, clearly, was the most direct beneficiary.