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The ditoro's stayed for 3 complete weeks every year on their winter island resort. It was a chance for them to get away from the hustle & bustle of everyday life and enjoy quiet time together as a family. Marsha looked forward to these times a great deal. It was an opportunity to have her husband's undivided attention and spend time with the two favorite men in her life (as she often said for the benefit of Dejuanne who beamed every time she said it) for a couple of weeks.
Only in the privacy of just her husband and son, in a remote beach resort, without the chance of any strangers approaching, would Marsha feel comfortable enough to wear the new two-piece bikini that Brad had purchased for her. In fact, she was a little reluctant to wear it around her son, and told her husband so as he was begging her to wear it for him.
"Oh nonsense," replied Brad "you are DJ's mom. He knows he has a beautiful mother, and isn't ashamed or embarrassed by it. And I really really want to see you in it and you can get a really great tan in it."
The final line is what pushed Marsha over the edge. She hated never getting any kind of a tan on her tummy. This vacation she would succumb to Brad's persistent begging and wear the two-piece.
Though Brad had convinced her, she was still a bit uncomfortable running around in nearly nothing around her young and impressionable son.
On more than one occasion she noticed out of the corner of her eye her son looking a little too hard at her overly exposed areas. Whenever this happened, Marsha's mind kept flashing back to the night when she showed DJ how to masturbate.
The look and feel of his huge member was something she had tried very hard to forget and put completely out of her mind. It was really frustrating having it repeatedly find it's way back into her imagination!
That night she had made herself cum until she was so tired that she actually fell asleep. The next day she had literally been sore from her own self abuse -- Marsha remembered, and was again a bit flushed from being ashamed.
With all this, Marsha kept hiding in her giant beach towel. Whenever she felt like DJ was watching her again, she would wrap herself up into her beach towel and hide for awhile, until she was sure his attention was elsewhere.
This went on for a couple of days, until finally, Marsha began to relax a little bit around her son. "I've seen him completely naked, and in all his glory -- so what's it going to hurt if he sees his old mom in a 2 piece bikini?" rationalized Marsha to herself. So in that way, she was finally able to stop hiding in her giant beach towels and get a decent tan.
As the first week progressed into the second, both Brad and Marsha were getting decent tans. DJ kept joking with them, asking if his tan was improving. Though he actually did get a bit darker from all the exposure to the sun.
At about the midpoint of the second week, they began hearing the weather people calling for the possibility of a great storm that could possibly hit near their island. This storm could posses up to hurricane-level winds, and could at anytime actually turn into a hurricane!
It was not certain if this storm would hit -- or how severe it would even be. Regardless, Brad decided that they needed to watch very carefully for signs of storms. He was pretty confident that the underground bunker that had been constructed for just such an occasion would keep his family safe. He just had to make sure they made it there, in the event of any dangerous storms.
Unfortunately for the Ditoros, that Wednesday, the storm overtook them entirely by surprise. The day started out like any other that they were on the island. The three of them woke up around 7:30 am and had a light breakfast together.
They were planning to take in some light snorkeling in the clear lagoon that day when the heat of the day was upon them. As they had every other day, they were all wearing their swimwear as they went about getting ready to go snorkeling later.
DJ was getting the equipment down to the beach, and was headed up to use the outdoor port-a-potty. Marsha was taking a quick shower in the outdoor shower hut that was about 30 yards from the port-a-potty. Brad was still in the beach house trying to hear the forecast for the day.
The storm hit completely without warning. It was sunny and nice one moment and the next it had turned nearly pitch black out! DJ didn't like the look of it, and was thinking that it didn't look much like they'd be snorkeling that day.
As DJ approached the outdoor port-a-potty, a HUGE gust of wind hit. It pushed the outdoor structure over, and DJ looked up just in time to see it coming down on him.
He turned his back and tried to duck, but the large plastic enclosure hit his squarely in the back of the head and neck, knocking him hard to the ground, semi-unconscious!
"AAAAH!" DJ let out an anguished cry as it hit him.
Marsha had finished up her shower and just gotten into her bikini as she heard the wind pick up. As she was walking out of the shower she witnessed DJ's accident.
"Oh my GOD!" she shouted and ran out of the shower toward Dejuanne. The wind actually picked up at that exact moment, knocking the beautiful blonde mother squarely on her back.
The wind was coming in off the ocean in strong, swooping gusts. The wind picked up the port-a-potty itself, lifting it into the air. Dejuanne was starting to come to a little bit, he heard his mother scream, and was trying to get up to see what was happening and instinctively he was trying to move toward her to help her.
As he was struggling to his knees, the port-a-potty dumped all over him, and struck him hard, again, on the top of his head, rendering him completely unconscious for the second time as well as covered -- from head to toe- in vile, stench filled shit.
The wind howled on for another fifteen minutes. Throwing sand in Marsha's face the entire time she struggled to get to her son. In the meantime, Brad had run out the door and was also trying in vain to get to his wife and son.
The hurricane-strength winds battered them hard though, preventing them from moving much at all. However, not a drop of rain ever fell, and as quickly as the storm came upon them, it was temporarily gone.
Marsha made it to her son first. He was still mostly unconscious, laying face down on the sand, moaning a bit. As she approached him, calling out his name, he raised his head up and stared at the blond woman approaching him.
Marsha did not realize that the blow to Dejuanne's head had caused him a horrible case of temporary amnesia. He was very confused, and thought that he was still back in the orphanage and that the beautiful blonde woman approaching him was here to punish him again for playing outside too loudly.
He made up his mind as she approached that she would not make him go in and stand in the closet for hours again, he simply would not allow it.
As Marsha approached, she noticed a couple of things right away. First, his eyes looked extremely red and confused. Second, he was completely covered in the vilest smelling shit she had ever come in contact with!
