Black Water Island

New Beginning

Black Water Island.

Chapter Ten.

A New Beginning.

Diana slept, and Michael Friedman slept at her feet. They were completely naked. She wanted to take him in her arms, but he found happiness sleeping between her feet, kissing her body and her vulva from time to time. She opened her eyes and smiled, then went back to sleep, only to wake up again. Hours later, she woke up. Michael had prepared breakfast for her and got the bathroom ready for her to have a hot shower; he had even brought her some new clothes from international fashion houses. Diana couldn't believe her luck. How and why? Had this young man fallen in love with her, or was he just looking for a fling for a day or two? Michael was a man of few words, with a sharp gaze, a strong build and handsome features; he seemed a little younger than Diana. Diana asked herself these questions but found no answers. She asked Michael for a cigarette; he brought her a cigar, and she began to smoke it whilst watching him as he gazed at her naked form. He was stealing glances at her; Diana was at a loss. We've slept together several times – what's all this shyness about?

Diana was happy. It seemed that this was what life was like for the rich: servants, clothes, everything one could desire, and a handsome young man with a long, strong, thick p***s. 'I don't care if it's a day or two, as long as I'm getting paid by the hour.' Michael went in to have a shower; Diana followed him in and got into the bath with him. She put her hand on his shoulder from behind; he seemed to feel a jolt of electricity, and he flinched slightly. Diana gave a naughty laugh and said to him, 'Whoever sees your c**k doesn't see your shame, Michael.' Then she grabbed him from behind, kissed his neck and took hold of his c**k, which stood erect in the water like a fountain about to burst. Diana began to rub his c**k, and he started to relax in the water, kissing her large breasts and licking them fervently, as if he were a baby craving his mother's milk.

Michael kept licking fervently and sucking her n*****s hard until he stood up, lifted her in his arms—his c**k almost piercing her arse—and laid her on the bed, wanting nothing but her breasts. He kept suckling and licking until he really was like a baby. Diana took hold of his c**k—which she felt sorry for, as it stood red and throbbing—and began to stroke it, whilst Michael licked her n*****s fiercely until he came violently and drenched the bed. Diana watched the scene. She wished that this explosion had been inside her rather than outside. She wanted to get up, but Michael was still licking, his hand resting on her shoulder like a baby's. It was then that Diana realised this young man was nothing more than a baby. She began stroking his head, kissing him, stroking his chest and speaking to him gently, as if she were talking to a small child. Michael began to speak and tell the whole story, his mother and father—who'd married his mother against the wishes of that wretched uncle Edward—his father had died when he was three, and Edward had taken him and his mother to live with him. Every day, he'd remind his mother of what she'd done: how she'd married a poor, lowly man, how she had disgraced the family, and how he had made her life a misery. She couldn't bear it; she fell ill and died when Michael was nine.

Edward truly felt remorse after Viola—Michael's mother—had died, but it was too late. He provided him with a nanny, servants and the best schools and universities, but Michael had not forgotten, nor would he ever forget, who was responsible for his mother's death. Michael would tell the story whilst weeping, and Diana would wipe his forehead and tears and kiss him. The last thing Michael said before falling asleep was that Viola looked a lot like Diana. Michael fell asleep, and Diana realised the reason for this passion and this love: Michael saw Diana as his mother, whom he adored and loved. 'He wants his mother, and I want my only heir,' Diana thought. She sat beside the son she hadn't given birth to, as he clung to her passionately. At that moment, Veronica rang her and said, 'You w***e, it's all just a shag. Where are you, Diana?' Diana let out a dirty laugh and replied, 'I'll feed the baby and I'll be right there.' Veronica snorted and said, 'The baby? Did you have a baby last night?' Diana laughed and said, 'Yes, I won't be long, you slut.'