Our yacht sailed towards the island ahead, leaving behind a trail of foam on the sea below. As the sun dipped towards the horizon, the sky was painted in hues of gold, red, and orange. I stood on the deck, inhaling the smell of the salty breeze. It lifted my spirits after a long hectic day of travel. First, a flight from Mumbai to Kochi. Another one from Kochi to the Agatti island of Lakshadweep. And finally, this yacht ride to the Kalpatti island.

Leaning against the railing, I let the wind tousle my hair. My heart was filled with disbelief and joy. At twenty-one years of age, I had much to experience. This was definitely one of them. We were here. Just the two of us. Far from everything else, on an island so remote it didn’t even have roads.

My eyes scanned through the other passengers on the deck. Then I saw her!

She stood near the cabin. The hem of her white dress fluttered against her thighs. Strands of damp hair stuck to her shoulders. Just then, the sun caught her at the perfect angle, outlining her in soft gold. Lustrous hair and flawless skin glistened, belying her forty-five years. She looked like a dream I never dared to ask for. But now she was mine. The love of my life. My mother.

My eyes lingered. I wasn’t shy about admiring her. But now it felt different, deeper. She caught me staring and tilted her head. A smirk curled at the corners of her lips.

“Taking mental snapshots already?” she teased.

She walked towards me, swaying her hips with the grace of a former model.

I chuckled. “Just memorizing the view. So I can relish it tonight, and every night.”

She laughed. “Only the view, huh? Not sure I believe you.”

I pulled her closer by the waist. “You’ll have to test me later,” I whispered in her ear.

She giggled and nudged my chest playfully. “Down, sailor! Save some charm for the resort.”

***

The yacht slowed to a gentle stop. It nudged against the dock with a soft thud. Several resort staff stood waiting to receive the guests. They all wore crisp, deep-purple uniforms. One of them secured the ropes as another brought over a sleek, battery-operated buggy.

We disembarked hand-in-hand, along with four other couples. The island welcomed us with the chirping of birds and the rustling of palms. It felt like we’d stepped into another world. It was a five-minute ride to the resort. Mom leaned her head on my shoulder as we settled into the buggy.

It had been more than a year since Mom and I had become lovers. Mom’s young boyfriend, Nakul, had been instrumental in bringing us together. Mom loved the guy, and I adored him. Yet, as his Bollywood career took off, he became increasingly busy with little time to spare for personal relationships.

I had moved back home with Mom in Mumbai, after completing my graduation in Texas. Mom and Nakul had separated, begrudgingly, as their relationship hit a dead end. They still remained friends, though. The emptiness in Mom’s bed had now been filled by me. Yet, I wanted us to be more, not just lovers but soulmates.

The Kalpatti island of Lakshadweep was a small, uninhabited island. The island had previously been considered for building a new airport in Lakshadweep, in addition to the one in Agatti. Work had started by clearing some of the forested area but the project was abandoned due to environmental concerns.

If rumors are to be believed, some eccentric billionaire had swooped in to take over the land and built a private nature resort. The establishment worked mysteriously and wasn’t open to the general public. A select few people knew about its existence.

The buggy slowed to a stop near the gates, which were framed by coastal she-oak trees. The resort revealed itself as a hidden paradise. It was seamlessly woven into the natural landscape of the island. Decorative lanterns hung from tree branches, flickering softly in the dusk.

***

We alighted from the buggy and stepped into the resort. The view opened up to a breathtaking panorama. Small villas, built from teak and bamboo, were nestled among the trees. Each one had its own private plunge pool and sweeping views of the sea. The architecture was minimalist, yet soulful. Natural textures that mirrored the environment around them.

Mom and I stood hand in hand, looking around in stunned silence.

“Wow, this looks… Wow,” she said, lost for words.

I smiled and lightly squeezed her hand, speechless. We made our way towards the reception lobby, following the signs along the pathway. There were very few guests around, which was obvious. Everything felt serene. No crowds. No noise. Just the rustle of leaves and the gentle rhythm of waves.

The reception lobby was an airy structure with glass walls. It overlooked an infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the ocean beyond. Loungers carved from driftwood dotted the deck. A fire pit sat quietly at the far edge.

The staff at the lobby greeted us with warm smiles. We were handed fragrant towels and welcome drinks. Mine was a refreshing glass of passion fruit juice. Mom requested a piña colada.

A few other couples were arriving too, wheeling small suitcases or carrying backpacks. Guests continued to arrive in clusters from different parts of the world. A mix of accents, languages, and skin tones. Some Americans, a few Asians, and quite a few Europeans. I couldn’t see any Indian guests other than us.

***

I noticed everyone checking everyone else out discreetly. Mom and I did the same, while sipping on our drinks. It was the kind of thrill that comes from sharing a delicious secret. A quiet awareness that others were watching us, just as we were subtly observing them.

After all, this wasn’t any run-of-the-mill resort. This was a holiday destination designed specifically for couples who followed the principle of family-comes-first for their romantic and carnal endeavors. It was promised to be an incestuous paradise where couples could openly be together. No malicious scrutiny or judgment. Just enjoying their time among other like-minded people.

As I sipped my drink, my eyes landed on a girl not much older than me. She seemed Brazilian from her accent. Her skin was golden and smooth. Her long hair tumbled in waves. She had a beautiful smile. She was with an older gentleman, who hovered protectively nearby. Most probably her father. I admired the confident way she moved and the gentle curve of her hips beneath her sundress.

A few minutes later, another pair caught my eye. A woman, probably in her late twenties. She looked South Korean, from her sharp, porcelain features. She had an athletic frame with high cheekbones. The young man who walked beside her might have been her brother. The two of them looked similar to my eyes, locked in some quiet conversation.

I noticed Mom’s eyes shift slightly. Her gaze had landed on a tall, muscular man. He looked like he spent most of his time on a surfboard. He walked through the resort lobby with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Distinctly Australian. Sandy hair, a weathered but handsome face, and sunburned arms. Probably in his fifties, older than Mom. He moved with the kind of rugged charm that made his age irrelevant. He was accompanied by a young girl, mostly older than me. She was equally beautiful and sunburnt like her father. Her bright blue eyes darted around curiously.

Mom didn’t say a word, but I noticed the way she adjusted her posture. Jealous, I stepped closer to her, sliding my arm around her waist. It was a quiet gesture, a wordless claim that we were together.

Most interesting were the families that arrived in convoys of two or more buggies. They embraced one another as if it were a long-awaited reunion. They were clearly extended families with aunts, uncles, and cousins. Mom watched the women in those families with admiration, while I eyed those young men with envy.

***

A young resort staffer approached us with a tablet in hand.

“Samaira & Arhaan?” he asked politely. The resort had a no-surname policy.

I could see his eyes start to widen in awe as he recognized Mom. I had seen those expressions countless times before when a fan would approach her for an autograph or a selfie. He quickly reverted to his professional self.

“Yep, that’s us,” I said.

He smiled. “Welcome to Laksha Paradise. Your suite is ready.”

“Great! Let’s get settled,” Mom said to me, grinning.

The young staffer said, “As part of our commitment to preserving the serenity and privacy of all our guests, we kindly request that you submit your smartphones here at the reception.

“Photography and the use of digital devices are respectfully prohibited throughout the resort, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the natural beauty and therapeutic ambience without distractions.”

He continued with a well-practiced smile, “Should you need to make an urgent call or access anything essential, our concierge will be more than happy to assist at any time.”

This didn’t come as a shock to us, as we were briefed that this would happen. How else would you keep such a devastatingly scandalous affair a secret in the age of social media? We were more than happy to comply.

***

The interiors of our suite were all luxury and comfort. White linens, smooth tiled floors, and soft ambient lighting. Massive glass windows framed the ocean like a living painting. A private plunge pool sparkled at the edge of our deck. A swinging daybed beckoned from under the palms.

“This is insane,” Mom said. She spun slowly in the middle of the living area. “I wish we could live here forever!”

“I was about to say the same.”

I dropped my duffel onto the couch. Our luggage had already been delivered to the suite.

She glanced at her watch. “Norah and Tom should have landed. Can’t wait to meet her again!”

Norah was a forty-eight-year-old English actress renowned in British television. She and Mom had met three years ago, working together on an international independent film. Their connection had been immediate, evolving into a profound friendship. They had kept in regular touch after their work had been completed.

Over time, Norah had made a few casual remarks about her close relationship with her son, Tom. The comments had struck Mom as slightly unusual. After Mom had her own incestuous experience with me, Norah’s remarks suddenly made perfect sense. The next time they spoke, Mom had gently brought it up. Norah had confirmed Mom’s suspicions and revealed her secret.

As Mom shared her own experience, their bond had deepened. They had begun to discuss their relationships with their sons in greater detail. They had explored the emotional and psychological undercurrents. They spoke at length about their initial doubts, the awkward tensions, inner conflicts, practical difficulties, the eventual surrender, and finally enjoying the fruits of sexual pleasures.

During one of those intimate conversations, Norah had told Mom about this secluded resort which she and Tom had visited together. And so, the idea was born for the four of us to meet here.

As a sanctuary exclusively for incestuous couples, Laksha Paradise operated on an invitation-only basis. Admission was granted solely through referrals by previous guests. The sponsors not only vouched for the newcomers but also bore the responsibility of ensuring their adherence to the resort’s strict policies.

The entire resort and surrounding areas were covered with hidden cameras. Any breach of the guidelines could lead to the permanent blacklisting of both the sponsor and the invitees, along with potential legal consequences. This ensured that only genuine couples and select families were ever invited. Everyone was deeply committed to safeguarding the secret that made Laksha Paradise so unique.

I sat on the soft mattress of the luxurious king-sized bed. There was a small wicker basket on the bedside table. It held an assortment of condoms and lubes of various colors and flavors. Mom was already on birth control, so we never needed condoms. The lubes might be fun to try out.

Mom turned to me, stepping closer. “We have ample time before they arrive.”

I raised a brow. “What do you have in mind?”

She moved towards the frosted-glass door of the bathroom. With her back towards me, she reached for the tie of her dress and pulled it open.

“Let’s check out the shower,” she said.

***

My eyes devoured Mom as she slipped free from her dress. She unhooked her bra and slowly pulled down her panties. Each movement was a deliberate tease. An erotic dance that set my pulse racing. I felt my cock awakening. It quickly grew and strained against my underwear and trousers.

I took in the entire view of her lustrous, long, brown hair falling down her back. Her taut round ass and long legs were perfection. She disappeared into the opulent bathroom. Shortly, the sound of the shower beckoned me.

I rose from the bed, unable to resist further. I peeled away my clothes with urgent need. Freeing my aroused manhood to the cool air, I moved towards the bathroom.

The glass walls of the bathroom opened to the private plunge pool. With textured tiles underfoot, the bathroom had a rainfall shower overhead. Water fell from above like a gentle tropical monsoon.

My eyes were mesmerized by the naked goddess that stood beneath the cascade. Mom’s lithe body glistened. Water droplets traced the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. The sensuous spectacle intensified the ache within my hard cock.

I let my eyes linger, utterly undone by her. My breath caught as Mom tilted her body towards me, letting the water cascade down her back. Her head tilted up and lips parted slightly.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare?”

With a seductive arch of her eyebrow, Mom beckoned me. I stepped in without a word. Placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her gently to me. Her slick, cool body pressed against mine. She melted into my chest. The water enveloped us both.

Our bodies melded as we kissed with feverish intensity. Her soft hands found their way to my chest. Her nails grazed my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. I groaned into her mouth. My fingers glided down the slick curves of her hips and found the velvety folds of her pussy.

“Mom, I want you,” I growled.

“You have me.”

She reached down to grasp my throbbing erection.

“You make it hard to think,” I murmured.

“Good,” she whispered. “Thinking’s overrated.”

Our mouths met again. Hungry, deep, and slow at first. But it didn’t stay slow for long. The kisses grew more frantic. Our tongues tangled in a passionate dance as we tasted each other’s bare skin. She pulled me tighter, her nails grazing down my back. Her kisses trailed down my neck, warm and wet. Her slender fingers gripped and squeezed my cock while I spread her wetness around her own pussy lips.

I kissed her lips again, deeper this time. Every part of me ached for more. The water streamed down around us like a curtain, muffling the world beyond the glass.

I pinned Mom against the wall. Every inch of her was inviting. It was familiar yet breathtakingly new. I lifted her lithe body and she wrapped her legs around me. My cock nudged at her slick entrance.

Mom and I gasped as my erection slid into the warm embrace of her pussy. I filled her completely with a gentle thrust. Her tight walls stretched to accommodate my girth. Her nails dug into my back as I began to move, setting the rhythm of our union.

It was slow and indulgent at first. My movements were fluid and drawn out. I savored every second until it gave way to something more primal. The sounds of our lovemaking echoed off the tiles. Mom’s soft moans, the sharp intakes of her breath, and the occasional laugh that escaped her lips were all music to my ears.

We moved together in perfect harmony. Each stroke brought us closer to the precipice of climax. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her heels dug into my firm ass as she met me thrust for thrust. The water rained down upon us, mingling with our sweat and the sweet essence of our love. Her arms tightened around me. Our foreheads touched, eyes locked and hearts thundered.

The crescendo grew until we were both riding the crest of pleasure. I nuzzled against Mom’s neck, kissing her drenched skin. She threw her head back and cried out with sweet release. Her pussy walls pulsated around my cock, coaxing me to join her in orgasm.

With a final thrust, I grunted and shot my cum deep inside her. I groaned into Mom’s ears as I filled her with my essence. We clung to each other. Our hearts pounded in unison as the aftershocks of orgasm washed over us.

Mom’s body went limp. Her legs and arms unraveled from my body. I gently put her down, my own arms shaking slightly with exhaustion. We stayed like that in embrace. Panting and kissing, my hands gently stroked her back.

She smiled. “You think the staff heard that?”

“Let them. Let the whole island know.”

***

Later that evening, Mom and I walked hand in hand, heading down to the resort’s main dining pavilion through a garden.

We hoped to meet Norah and Tom there. The absence of our ubiquitous smartphones made it difficult to sync up. Mom had worked with Norah and had also met Tom on the sets of their film, in London. I was eager to meet them both, another real-life mother-son couple like us.

The scent of saltwater was all around us. The pebble path curved gently beneath our feet. It was lined by flowering shrubs with soft lights glowing within. Lanterns illuminated our way. Some hung from the arms of abstract sculptures. Others from tree branches, their golden light flickering.

And, there were couples everywhere! At first, I tried not to stare. I’d expected, perhaps some hand-holding, maybe a few arms intertwined. But this was something else entirely.

A middle-aged man reclined on a wooden bench. His young daughter or niece curled into his lap. Her head was tilted back as...