I laid back down on my bed. My erection throbbed harder. With my mother still in the bathroom, I decided to handle it as fast as I could. There was no choice. With my raging hard cock freed, I stroked rapidly. When I heard the water running in the bathroom, I went even faster. My mother would be coming out soon. It wasn’t long before I came and I quickly wiped it away with a nearby tissue paper and threw it in the trash.
I heard the bathroom door open and I tried my best to look relaxed. My heart was still pounding, and for some reason I was still aroused, but I tried to act natural.
My mother came out of the bathroom looking tired. I noticed there was moisture on her forehead, which was probably sweat, and her breathing looked exhausted. She didn’t say anything. She simply walked to her bed and collapsed on it.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine sweety. I think it may have been something I ate.”
“Oh. Well I hope you feel better.”
She put her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes.
“Thank you.”
Inexplicably, my erection came back to life. My sexual endurance had always been good, but it’s never been that good. With my mother’s eyes still closed, I got up and walked to the bathroom without covering the bulge in my shorts.
I completely lost track of time while I masturbated in the bathroom. At least 15 minutes must have passed. My cock was throbbing the entire time, just as much as before. I shot a massive load inside the toilet and flushed. Then I washed my hands.
Before I opened the bathroom door, I heard a noise which immediately caused me to freeze. I thought I heard a moaning noise coming from our room. I wasn’t sure. I stood still, just in case. I pressed my ear against the door to hear it better. Then I heard it again. Another moan. It was my mother’s moan. She must have been masturbating!
At that very moment, it all made sense. My mother came out of the bathroom earlier with trickles of sweat on her forehead because she was masturbating so intensely like I was. That was the reason why she looked so exhausted when she laid down. Whatever was affecting me, was affecting her too. From the sound of things, she was even more aroused than I was. Her moans became louder, yet I could tell she was trying to muffle the noise.
I became aroused again from listening to her sounds of pleasure. I resisted the urge to masturbate again. Instead I just listened to my mother with my ear against the door. After a loud moan, the noises stopped. She must have finished. She must have orgasmed. I waited for a few moments to be sure. Then I opened the door and left the bathroom.
I saw my mother in bed looking flustered. Her hand was on her forehead, and I could see her chest moving up and down from heavy breathing.
“Are you sure you’re okay mom?” I asked again.
I laid on my bed and my mother turned to look at me.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. You seem kind of uneasy.”
“It must have been something I ate,” she replied.
“Oh. Me too.”
We both continued to lay on our beds. I tried my best to recover from the two back-to-back powerful orgasms I had, while trying to fight off the returning urges to masturbate again.
“Are you… having the same… umm… digestive issues?” she asked uncomfortably.
“What do you mean?”
She flashed a stern look. “I think you know exactly what I mean.”
“Fine,” I admitted. “I’m extremely horny right now. I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Gosh, what do you think is causing it?” she sighed. “Do you think it has something to do with the quarantine on this ship? Maybe it has to do with those insects on the loose. Maybe there’s something they’re not telling us?”
“Probably. I have no idea what’s going on.”
“It has to be something on board this ship.”
My eyes quickly looked around the room while I thought to myself. Then I saw the large container of fruit juice we got before leaving the island.
“I think I know what the problem is,” I stated confidently.
“What is it? Tell me.”
I pointed to the juice. “Remember when the man on the island said that the special fruit was good for fertility? This is probably what he meant by that. The fruit he gave us must be some sort of powerful aphrodisiac or something.”
My mother leaned back and sighed. “Oh my gosh. I drank several cups! My hormones are torturing me. It feels like I’m burning inside.”
“Me too.”
“We’re stuck here together and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“I thought you didn’t mind us being stuck together?” I asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
“Now isn’t the time for jokes. I have a serious medical emergency. Both of us do, and we need to get it treated as soon as possible.”
“I think you’re overreacting mom. It’ll go away soon.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Because it’s just a fruit. Obviously it’s potent, but if it was so dangerous, then everyone would have been warned about it.”
“I guess you’re right. It hurts inside though. Badly. I wish we had the cure.”
“We already know the cure. How many times have you masturbated so far?” I asked, and immediately regretting it.
My mother instantly gave me a sharp glare. It was the kind of menacing look that only a battle-hardened trial lawyer could give, and still look sexy at the same time.
“That’s none of your business, mister.”
“Sorry, I was just trying to be helpful.”
She sighed and collected her thoughts. “Don’t be sorry. This is an unusual situation. And the answer is three. I touched myself three times in the last hour, and it still hurts a lot.”
I was taken aback that she actually answered the question.
“Oh. I did it twice. And I’m still going through the same thing you are.”
“Gosh, I can’t believe that guy gave us those fruits,” she sighed.
“Maybe he didn’t think that we would drink so much at once. He warned us to drink it slowly. He knew it was strong.”
She sighed once again. “We’ll just have to wait here until the quarantine is over. In the meantime, if we need privacy to take care of our needs, then we’ll use the bathroom to relieve ourselves. Agreed?”
“That makes sense,” I replied.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
My mother’s face looked flushed as she got out of bed and quickly headed to the bathroom. The bathroom door was thin. After she closed the door, I heard faint noises of my mother stripping off her clothes. Then came the faint noises of my mother moaning as she presumably touched herself.
I was instantly aroused by the noises of her pleasure once again. I had never fantasized about my own mother before, but I’ve always thought she could be extremely attractive at times. She has a certain look and elegance that I love. At that point, I found myself imagining what she must have looked like as she masturbated on the toilet. I tried to imagine what her wet pussy looked like, and what the expressions on her face were, and what her bare breasts looked like. I felt guilty about it, but I simply couldn’t resist.
After minutes of listening to my mother’s pleasure, I finally decided to masturbate to her noises. When I reached down to touch myself, the sound of the toilet flushed. Then I heard her washing her hands.
When she came out of the bathroom, I adjusted myself so she wouldn’t see that my cock was bulging through my shorts in a lewd manner. There was a look of relief and frustration on her face. She obviously just had an orgasm, but I could tell she wanted more. She wasn’t completely satisfied yet, and neither was I.
“Feel better?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.
My mother laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
“A little bit,” she replied. “I’m surprised you aren’t suffering from the same horrible reaction that I am.”
“I’m definitely feeling the same things.”
Her eyes suddenly gazed across my body. “Oh, I can see that now.”
I looked down to see what my mother was referring too, and I saw my erection bulging through my shorts. I immediately adjusted my body once again to cover it.
“Sorry about that.”
She thought for a moment. “My hormones are still raging beyond belief. Are yours?”
“Pretty much. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I’m going to regret this someday, but why don’t we make a deal?”
I looked at her curiously. “What kind of deal?”
“We could help each other,” she said bluntly. “I know it sounds absolutely horrible, but I think if we helped each other, then this situation would be a lot easier for us to deal with. What do you think?”
I couldn’t believe what my mother had just said. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that she offered me a chance to sexually relieve her, and vice versa. It was the last thing I would have ever expected her to say.
“What do you mean?” I asked to clarify things.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure yet. But I’m tired of running back and forth to the bathroom. I’m sure you must feel the same way. I heard the sounds of you masturbating loudly in the bathroom earlier.”
“Oh,” I replied with embarrassment. “The bathroom door is thin. I heard you masturbating also.”
Her eyes widened. “You were listening to me?”
I nodded. “Every moan.”
“Gosh, why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me? I could have stopped, or done it quieter.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, this whole thing is embarrassing enough.”
“You’re right,” she replied. “So what’s it going to be? Do you think we should, you know, help each other in this situation? Or would you prefer that we take turns using the bathroom instead?”
The answer was instantly clear to me. At that point, I desperately wanted to do things with her. Our hormones were raging, and it would feel amazing just to touch her, even though she’s my own mother. But at the same time, I didn’t want to sound too excited or she might think I was some sort of pervert, so I replied cautiously.
“I would be okay with it. I mean, if you’re interested, of course.”
She reluctantly nodded. “Remember, this is a special arrangement. It’s only for necessity. After these feelings go away, we’ll never mention this again. Is that clear? I don’t want you telling any of your friends either. My reputation would be ruined if this got out.”
“Of course not. I would never tell anyone about this. Do you think I want anyone knowing what I did with my own mom?”
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