The island where they landed was like an oasis in the desert. The land was lush and the beach was pristine. There were no gas-powered vehicles and a h...ge hotel flanked the shores. It was the Island of Dewees and it was part of the Gullah Sea Islands that existed mostly in a time warp of traditional African culture and antebellum aesthetics. It was like something out of a Margaret Mitchell novel. The Black population of the island spoke fluent Gullah, a Creole language Charles had never even. I guess I just took it for granted that when she moved in with us it was going to be forever.Well, maybe it would be, but we were only eighteen and I considered that too young to talk about forever. Still, we’d been invited to Shelby’s wedding three weeks after we graduated and it was obvious she was pregnant. And she was happy about it. We hadn’t been close since she and Forrest broke up, but I still considered her a friend. I’d have to talk to Aubrey about what she felt. It wasn’t like we. .. His dick spat it's seed, splashing thecover of the novel and the empty ice cream tub...The mother froze... her nails stopped glowing... her lips became hard andtight and her eyes opened wide..."Oh, lord...," Sandra realised with horror, as her anger subsidedgradually, that the spell she had cast was unstoppable, that she haddoomed her son. "Mike, honey, I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for itgo this far!"She dropped to her knees at the side of the bloated boy, her son juststared, unable. “Wow I like this.” Mother said as she dived off. Trying to get back on the dock, she flashed a knowing grin that these young guy’s hands would be all over her. ‘Did I create a monster?’ I thought as I chuckled to myself.“You should watch that you don’t get sunburned.” One guy said to us as held out sunscreen. I watched in awe as my mother let him put sunscreen on her back then applied some on her ass and rubbed it in really good. Then he worked his way from her ankles to in-between her legs,.