Rumbles in The Jungle

Usual disclaimer. Everyone engaging in sex is over 18, with reference to a historic teenage pregnancy.

This is a fictional story. Any characters or organisations resembling any real life entities is purely coincidental.

_________________________________________

It had been 2 months since Max received that life changing letter. He could still hardly believe that after 22 years, he was to be reunited with his biological mother. The letter was from a well-known TV show, who's remit Was to reunite families who were estranged from each other since birth.

The well-known female presenter had arrived at his home, after he had replied to their letter that told him they had some news that they wished to discuss with him, as he had applied to them for help in finding his biological Mum. Now, the dark haired, glamorous leading lady sat in the living room of the house that he had shared with his adopted parents, before they had both succumb to Covid two years previously.

The TV star went on to explain that his mother had had a terrible start in life and by the time she was 20 years old, she was a widow. Upon falling pregnant at 14 she had been sent away to live with relatives in another part of town until she gave birth. Upon giving birth, the baby was promptly taken from her and given up for adoption.

The show's presenter went on to explain that his mother, Emily, hadn't even been allowed to feed him, bathe him, or even hold him, and that she was pretty much whisked back home to carry on her normal life. She was also forced to change school, the family moved to another town and she would not see the father of the child again, until after her 18th birthday.

She was 18 years and one day old when she plucked up the courage to knock on his front door, and immediately she and Jamie fell in love all over again. Still in her 19th year, she gave birth to a little girl called Victoria, And for another 8 months, everything was perfect.

Then that fateful day occurred, when Jamie was driving home from the nursery to collect Emily from work, and due to a momentary lapse of concentration, Jamie had driven out in front of a truck. Jamie was dead, as was their daughter, and Emily went to pieces.

She had been disowned by her parents the day she left at 18, but now found herself having to crawl back to them, living by their rules until she could get herself together, and back on her feet. She went on to put herself through law school, with money an old aunt had left her in her will, and had a successful career as a barrister and also made quite a bit of money with property ventures as a side line. By 30 years of age, she had been successful but disillusioned with her career, so she sold up all her property, and upon finding a new one in the middle of a rainforest in Belize, she went off grid.

This was a lot to take in for Max, and the lady from the television held his hand as he silently sobbed at the thought of his mother struggling for all those years. He also had immense pride in the fact that she now was so at peace.

He asked her if he could see a picture of her and was presented with a picture and letter, which he read first. It told of her regret in not holding onto him, but that she had always taken comfort in the fact that he was so loved and looked after by loving, adopted parents, who could give him the all round support that she could not.

Then he looked at the picture, and immediately his heart swelled as the dirty-fair haired lady with the cat like green eyes that he recognised, looked out of the photograph at him. They were his eyes and she had his nose too. He looked up at the female TV presenter and said, "My God, it's me," as she warmly, nodded her head and agreement.

Now, four weeks later and here he was, at a hotel in London, about to meet his mother. As the Raven haired TV presenter gave him some final words of encouragement, she hugged him and told him, "Don't keep Mum waiting."

Meanwhile, sat in the restaurant of the hotel was Emily, 36 years old and feeling like she was on a first date. Nervous, with so many butterflies in her stomach that she thought she might cough one up at any time. Thoughts of, 'Will he hate me for abandoning him? Is it too late to form some sort of bond?."

Max stood outside the door with his wife Amanda, breathing heavily and feeling like he was limbering up not to open the door, but to push a boulder up a mountain. Having gathered his thoughts and used his breathing exercises to control his racing heart, he squeezed and turned the doorknob, and pushed the door.

As the door cracked open, he stepped inside and there she was. She stood, her short, fair hair sat perfectly in place above her moderately made up face. The estranged pair closed the gap to each other and, as they got within arms reach to each other, they pulled each other into an ever tightening embrace.

Both now sobbing, Emily repeated over and over, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," as 22 years of emotions poured out.

Max, realising that they were both shedding tears over each other, breathed into the approximately 5ft 5 tall woman's ear, "What on earth are you sorry for?"

"I'm so sorry, I should've fought for you, I've missed you so much," she cried, as they broke off their hug, sat down opposite each other as Max clung onto her hand as if never wanting to let go ever again.

"Please, please stop saying sorry, you did the only thing you could. You know they told me all about you and, trust me, I've had a wonderful adoption. Please leave any guilt you have right here today."

He reached her the box of tissues that was sitting between them and she took one, wiping the corners of both eyes as they both composed themselves and started to chat. Emily explained at length what he already knew about her past. She told him about his father passing away, just as they had begun their search for him, their long lost son. After his passing, Emily realised that she could never give him the stable upbringing that his new parents had established for him.

Max asked her if she had ever written, or tried to make contact But she shook her head, saying that she didn't want to cause any trouble or any confusion for him, as Max successfully negotiated his way through life.

"Did you ever re-marry?" Max asked his mother, holding her hands with his across the table.

Emily nervously felt her hands getting sweaty, pulled them away and set them on the table and said, "No. But I do have a partner called Ethan, who lives with me in my simple existence."

Then, the production crew wanted a shot of Amanda, meeting her mother in-law for the first time and all too soon it was time to leave, but as they hugged, they both agreed that this would not be goodbye.

***

Life went back to normal. Max worked long hours as an engineer for an electric company, but Emily and he made the time to chat almost every day, usually by FaceTime Evidently her "Shack," was reasonably high tech as she had access to the Internet, and a mobile phone. Her eyes were enchanting, and she had allowed her hair to grow out until it was almost at her shoulders.

Emily loved seeing her son's face too, although she wanted nothing more than to see him in person again, and give him a big squeeze. Soon, they had agreed to spend a week all together, with Amanda booking time off too, to fly out to see her.

It took almost a day to fly there, and almost another day to travel to the edge of the jungle by bus, then by 4x4. As Amanda could only get a week off work, they really only spent 3 days with Emily and Ethan.

Max didn't get a good vibe from Ethan, who gave him a power handshake and a sneer, after Max had hugged his tank top clad mother tightly, upon arrival. Looking like Charles Manson, Ethan had seemingly been an American drifter, before Emily befriended him and they ended up moving here together.

His mother on the other hand, to Max was beautiful. Max couldn't help but notice her slim physique, toned buttocks and surprisingly sizeable breasts that stood proudly at the front of her green top. He couldn't help but think that she looked like the total, 'Girl Next Door,' package, from her energetic lifestyle and building their home from scratch, with Ethan.

That first full day was spent taking machete led hikes through the jungle, which seemed to piss Amanda off as she was always on the lookout for snakes. Ethan didn't help in saying, "Don't worry about them. There's nothing you can do but hope your eyes don't start bleeding, then you die." Emily admonished him, before giving Max an apologetic look.

As they walked around his mother's property, all 30 acres being too much to cover in the short time they were there, Max couldn't help but have 1 or 2 inappropriate thoughts as Emily and Ethan lead the way. 'I wonder if they have sex together.....they must have sex,' he thought as he looked at Emily's body twist and flex as she moved. He had been finding it exceptionally hard to keep his eyes off her shapely, chunky butt, tensing and curving as she worked her way along the thick undergrowth.

That evening for dinner, Ethan killed one of the many chickens roaming around the house. Amanda refused to eat it, opting for the home grown vegetables Emily and Max had picked. This in itself had been a struggle for Max. While Amanda sulked about the, "Murdered chicken," it was just a team of mother and son.

Max had heard about a condition called GSA (Genetic Sexual Attraction,) from some information the television show's ethics team had given him. He initially had thought it was disgusting to think of a blood relative in that way. Now, as his mother bent to pick root vegetables for dinner, he was questioning that theory, as he found himself either feasting on the sight of a tight, curvy bum, or deliberately finding an angle that allowed him to look directly at her breasts, wobbling freely in her tank top.

That night in bed, Amanda was frisky. As Max slowly stroked in and out of her bald, tight, soaking pussy, she yelped as he raised her knees with his arms, to probe her depths that little bit deeper. Max shushed her in case their hosts could hear.

This question would soon be answered, along with his previous musings about Emily and Ethan having sex.

It started with the slow, methodical slapping noise and Ethan saying, "Take that dick in your hairy pussy."

Initially there was no response until Ethan started to really pound, and Emily could be heard trying to stifle her moans of, "Oh, oh oh, oh, ah, ah, ah," that punctuated almost every beat.

Initially Max managed to blank it out, as he quietly fucked his wife, until Amanda pulled him close to her and seductively asked, "What's it going to be like to cum at the same time as your mother?"

Max didn't answer, just looked at her and slammed his rock hard cock as far and hard as he could inside her. She cried out, "Ah!" and he did it again, and then again, and soon they were making as much noise as their hosts as Max subconsciously was now in a race to see who's woman came first, and which man came second.

He lost on both counts. As his wife's wet warmth massaged his cock, his mother started to cum. Next room, as Ethan held Emily tightly by the hips and fucked her pussy from behind, Max imagined the scene and felt his balls start to boil.

Ethan reached around to Emily's front and massaged her clit as he smashed into her sopping wet sex, increasing the sound of skin on skin and Emily shrieked, "Oh Fuck I'm Cumming."

That was to be Max's unravelling. As his mother announced her orgasm loudly, with a series of erotic shrieks, Max plowed into Amanda one last time as a grunt signalled he had released a ton of semen into her velvet, warm vagina.

Amanda looked at him with slight distain, having not reached orgasm herself. Max rolled off of her as Ethan could be hard saying, "I'm gonna cum all over your face. Yeah, eat my cock baby, Hmmmph, uh.....Nnnnnnghhhhaaaaa!"

####

Next day, the family foursome drove to the all edges of his mother's property, to retrieve some rainwater from the homemade filters and tanks required to service the 2 extra bodies in the house. The humid heat made Amanda and Max wilt, especially in the beaten up 4x4 that his mother drove. As she did so, Max could not get the mental images of his Mother getting pounded, out of his mind. It was also clear that Emily was not fond of wearing a bra, as with every bump and jerk of the car, Max could see her breast jiggling about under the material of her top, as she held her hands on the steering wheel. She wore a blue tank top today, and in the humidity, it seemed to cling to he, displaying the shape and size of her thick, chunky nipples.

As they emptied the tanks into the larger one in the bed of the 4x4 pickup, Max was again sneaking peaks at his mother's boobs and bum whilst internally chastising himself with words of, "She's your mother, dammit!" Those mental images and hearing her in orgasm were harder to battle, however.

There was no awkwardness about the mutual noisy sex last night, nothing was said about it and, through the next day, there would be no other sessions from either couple, until he final night.

The rainforest was unusually quiet that night, due to the positioning of the moon, Ethan claimed. In the room next to Max and the sleeping Amanda, Emily lay on her back with her legs held up in the air, while Ethan ate her drenched vagina.

Max lay awake in the other room and heard the light murmured stifle of a wail, and another familiar sound. It was the sound of sucking and tight seal of lips breaking free, and initially he thought Ethan was sucking his Mother's tits. His hand travelled down to his naked penis, as he checked that his wife was asleep. He heard sucking and licking, and gentle whimpers as he massaged his staff with his hand.

Then Ethan mumbled, "You like this? You like your little smooth pussy eaten when your son is asleep next door?"

Ethan then crawled up Emily's body and settled in between her legs, driving his cock into her, hard. Taking her full, right breast in his hand, he clamped his mouth down on the engorged nipple. He sucked on her as Emily cried out, "Please Ethan......oh, oh god!"

Next room, Max was still stroking his cock, massaging his balls as well as he heard Ethan again, "You do like that, thinking of your little boy next door while you're getting those titties sucked?"

"Oh Ethan."

"God I love this wet, little pussy, I've never felt it so fucking soaked. Maybe you want your little boy to fuck Mommy's little cunt too!"

"UUUUNG," she cried a guttural moan as Ethan sank to his balls inside her sweltering, wet vagina.

"Yeah, is that it? Does Mommy want her little boy to suck on her,"

"Ooow,"

"Want him to fuck you? Drink your warm milk?"

Max shuddered, his balls tightened as the reality of what Ethan had just said, sunk in.

"Maybe fuck you like I do? I'm gonna cum on your tits, I'm gonna cum on them titties."

Then there was a moment's silence while Ethan crawled up to position himself between Emily's breasts. He started to fuck them back and forth as Emily held them closed around him

"Aaaw yeah baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum right now, I'm gonna cum all over these titties, my titties.....oh god, OH G.....Yaaaa!!"

As Ethan broke and streamed ribbons of cum across his lover's breasts, Max just pictured her bending in the vegetable garden with her tits, his mother's tits, wobbling about freely in the tank top. Only now, he was imagining them naked and painted in cum, his cum. His cum that was shooting up his shaft and was now coating his right hand and arm, cock and balls as he came like he never had before.

Now spent, Max needed to wash up and opened the door, only to see the naked form of Emily running into the bathroom. Only from the rear, he could see her glistening back, tapering out to her peach-like bum.

Max edged the door closed, deciding to clean himself on a discarded shirt he had been wearing, then went back to bed, and sleep.

####

Up early next day, showered and ready to go on the almost 2 day long journey home, Max had a real problem focusing as he said goodbye to his mother. When she stood in front him, in her bright white tank top. He cursed those images in his head from last night of her having her swollen, milky, swaying breasts sucked, licked and fucked. His eyes then traveled down to her khaki shorts where he focused on the new information that his mother had shaven her vagina.

Ethan then spoke, saying how nice it had been to meet Max and Amanda, and that he hoped to see them again soon. As the two men shook hands, and the two women hugged, Max felt strangely nervous as it was now his turn to say farewell to his mother. Emily tucked her arms around his waist and with his arms around her shoulders, Max looked down to her tear-strewn face to see nothing but love, shining back.

"Please don't let this be goodbye," Emily said as she looked up at him standing 4 inches taller than her.

With a searching look, he studied her face from her piercing, emerald eyes to the cute little dimple on her chin. Max thought she was breathtaking and shamefully knew that he shouldn't be looking at her like this.

He framed her face with his hands, and looking deep into her eyes breathed, "Nothing will keep me from seeing you again. I don't go away this time."

Emily looked up, scanning his face as if filing it away then clutched his hand over her heart and said, "I'm never letting you go again, promise me you'll see me soon."

Max then kissed her cheek, and, realising he had only ever called her Emily, decided at that very moment to say, "I love you, Mum. I promise."

The dark blonde haired woman was taken aback and drew back away from him. Looking at his face as if in disbelief before she hugged him ever so tightly, as every fibre of their bodies seemed to seep into one and other's soul.

As she replied, "I've loved you since the moment you were born," they both knew that there was no way this was going to be goodbye. Then Max and Amanda drove out of sight and the thicket of the forest hid the clearing and his mother's home.

####

3 Months Later

Amanda had been distant for several months, even since before the trip to Belize. Max assumed that it was just from having a new mother in-law to contend with, and the fact that the house they were living in, whilst renovating at the same time, was 6 months behind schedule because of the builder, John. He was a friend of Amanda's family, so Max couldn't give him the piece of his mind that he wanted to. He also couldn't accuse him of stealing, as one of Max's watches had gone missing. He let it go until some jewellery went missing too, and then decided to act.

Buying a scrolling picture frame with an internal hidden camera, he set a trap with that in the living room, a fake Rolex watch and a hidden camera each in the bedroom and kitchen. He saw nothing for a few days, just the builder coming and going and, slowly, going about his job.

Then, on day 3, Max was working late. Whenever he got home, Amanda was in bed and after he said hello, he went to check the footage from that day.

As he scrolled through the footage he saw John, the builder, going about his tasks in hand. This continued until approximately 2pm when John sat down for lunch. There he sat, dirty work boots, up on the table as he sat on Max's settee watching TV.

Then it happened.

As John sat on the sofa and played with his phone, the front door opened, and Max's wife walked in. She sat there opposite John and then went into the kitchen, where she boiled the kettle and made a cup of tea. Although it was strange, Max didn't think much else has she brought a cup of tea for John and the two sat watching TV, chatting.

Unfortunately the footage had no sound, so he wasn't able to hear what they were saying, nor could he lipread. About 15 minutes later, his wife stood up and approached John to take his cup into the kitchen. John reached for her hand, and she batted it away, with a pained look on her face.