"Freddie.” Mum was lying on her front. “Come and do my back, please, love.”

She was nude. We both were. We’d worn our swimsuits for an hour or so on the first morning, but then Mum suggested we sunbathe bare. We often glimpsed each other naked at home, so there was no need to be embarrassed, and anyway, this place was so secluded, there seemed no need for clothes. A lovely private villa on Majorca’s north-west coast. A long-awaited fortnight break for us to chill out and unwind.

Since Dad had left, and I’d come back to live at home after finishing at uni, we’d gotten closer every day – best friends, soulmates really – with a special bond between us.  

I wandered out of the villa’s kitchen onto the sun deck, holding two tall lemonades with ice. “Here you go, Mum, nice and cool.”

“Aw, thank you, babe, you’re so thoughtful.” She looked up at me with her sparkling emerald eyes. “Isn’t this magical?"

“Heaven.” 

I knelt down beside her lounger and squirted a big wad of sunscreen into my palm. Her back was firm and toned, the muscles well defined and lean. We both loved the gym and worked out together every other day.

My hands moved down to the arch of her lower spine and then, without a pause, across her plump, firm buttocks.

“Your glutes are really well developed, Mum. You’ve got a real bubble butt. You should enter that ‘rear of the year’ competition.”

“What, and have my ass plastered over every billboard in the country? I don’t think so. Thanks though, babe. Is my bum your favourite part of me?”

I paused for a few seconds as images of her perfect tits and pretty pussy flashed across my brain. “No, your eyes.”

She looked up at me again.
“You are such a sweetie; give me a kiss." I leant forward, and our lips touched gently.  

As she moved her thighs quite wide apart to allow me to cover them with lotion, I was treated to the sight of her anal rosebud and the dark pink slit below. Her outer lips were parted slightly and glistening with moisture. Was that sweat or something else?

I gave her a crisp pat on her bare behind to signal I was finished. “There, you’re all done. I’m going for a dip.” I didn’t really want a swim, but my penis had become erect as I touched my mother’s body, and as I jogged over to the villa’s pool, it flailed wildly from side to side, bouncing off my hips with meaty thwacks.  

Damn, that was a close one. I hope she didn’t see it.

It was our third day here, and we’d settled into an easy rhythm: breakfast of coffee and fresh fruit, a few hours by the pool, then a late lunch in the shade of the local tapas bar before an afternoon spent tanning, chatting and playing in the water.

When the pool had cooled my ardour, I lay down on the lounger next to mummy and soaked up the sun’s warm rays.

I must have dozed off, and when I woke up, her sunbed was empty, and I could hear the shower running. I got up and stretched, taking in the beauty as the sun slid down behind the verdant mountains. I wandered over to the villa, my heavy penis swinging low between my legs. I seemed to be always so horny here. I’d have to find some private time this evening; my balls felt like two barrels, both full to overflowing.

Inside was an oasis of marble tiles and air conditioning, a respite from the heat outside. The bathroom door was open, and I saw mum in the walk-in wet room. She had her back to me and had gathered her long mane of blonde hair into both hands and was working in conditioner. A stream of soapy water ran down her spine and disappeared into the deep cleft of her bottom.

She was singing softly, and the happy music of her carefree voice set my heart on fire. I loved her so much, so deeply, and in a way no others could ever understand. I wasn’t sure I even understood myself.

As she turned and saw me watching, a joyful smile spread across her face. She beckoned me in.

We’d often seen each other in the shower at home – one in a hurry, or running late, had to pop in to clean their teeth or something – but we’d never actually bathed together.  

But somehow here, with the taboo of nudity long since broken, it seemed quite natural to join her. She moved to the side, and I stood beneath the showerhead, relishing how the cascade cooled my skin, hot from the sun.  

Mum squeezed some gel onto a sponge and began to wash the sweat and sun cream off my chest and shoulders. “I love the way you taper from your delts down to this tiny waist. Just gorgeous.”

She squeezed the sponge against my chest and watched as soapy water trickled down over my abs into the thick jungle of my curls, then down along my penis, which was lengthening, thickening and rapidly rising with each beat of my heart until I felt my bellend touch mum between her legs.

She looked down at it but didn’t move as the pressure built against her slit. Finally, she took a step back, letting my cock spring up to vertical.

“Ooooh-kay! Seems like someone needs some privacy. " I'd better leave you to it,” and she gave a cheeky wink.

As I watched her ample derrière wiggle away, I had the sudden urge to grab her, drag her to my bedroom, and…

Damn! What’s wrong with me? She’s being rather playful, but we’re still mother and son. For fuck’s sake, Freddie. Get a grip.

I turned down the temperature and let the cold water put out my fire until, eventually, my dick hung down between my thighs. Dormant, for the moment. After applying some aftersun in the privacy of my bedroom, I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went through to the open-plan kitchen diner. Mum was singing away to herself again, fixing a salad.

She wore just a white bra and panties, which was her normal summer loungewear combo. The knickers had a rear seam that had pulled deep into her bum crack so that most of her bottom was fully exposed.

My heart soared again; she was so beautiful and so damn sexy. My God, that ass!

“There you are, babe." She turned around, smiling; she'd heard me come in.

I took a deep breath. “Look, Mum, I don’t want things to be awkward. Do I need to apologise?”

A cloud of confusion spread over her face. “Whatever for, Love?”

“You know, in the shower.” I glanced down at the front of my shorts.

“Ha! Freddie, don’t be so silly. A virile young man apologising for having an erection is like, oh, I don’t know, the clouds apologising for rain or something. It’s natural. Anyway, I was rather flattered.”

“Really?  

"Yes, really. It's nice to think an old bird like me can still cause such an impressive reaction.” She angled her head, slightly coy, and I thought I detected a blush.

“Old bird! Mum, you are the hottest girl I know!”

“Aw, come here, you little charmer.”

It was my turn to blush as I stepped into her arms.

“You never need to be shy with me, babe, especially about sex and sexuality. It’s a joyful part of being young and healthy and something to be celebrated, not hidden away or apologised for. Alright?”

"Ok," I was suddenly bashful.

“Promise?”

"I promise."

“So tomorrow when you put sun cream on my bottom", she paused for a second, “you don’t need to hide your hard-on.”

“Mum!” I turned bright red and went to punch her gently, but she grabbed my wrists, and we both burst into giggles. You’re terrible!”

“But you still love me, don’t you, babe?”

The giggles stopped, and my blush returned. “You know I do.”

“Come on then, you soppy thing, let’s eat."

After the salad and a glass of wine, we flopped down on the sofa to watch TV. It was dark outside now, but there was no need to draw the curtains, as there was nothing outside but the Mediterranean starlight and the rustle of the olive trees in the evening breeze.  

After catching up with the BBC’s world news and some English soccer highlights, Mum started to get sleepy and laid her head down on my lap with her feet curled up beneath her. My left hand naturally rested on her hip, and I absentmindedly traced my finger along the waistband of her panties as I brought up the TV guide and scrolled through the list of channels.

Apart from all the Spanish shows, there wasn’t much apart from dull world news and obscure foreign sports. Right at the bottom, there was one called ‘Canal XXX', and, out of curiosity, I picked it.

Instantly, the screen was filled with naked flesh and the craven cries and moans of sex. A woman with a buxom rump was riding a guy with a very thick cock. The camera was close-up behind them. His hands were holding her plump cheeks apart, and her cunt lips were obscenely stretched around his girth.

I fumbled for the remote control to try to change the channel, but in my haste I knocked it off the sofa’s arm, and it clattered onto the tiled floor, waking Mummy up.

“Oh my goodness, Freddie, what on earth is this?" Her head was still resting on my lap, facing the screen.

“Sorry, Mum, I was surfing through the channels and accidentally ended up here.”

Mum was silent for a while as the big-bottomed girl bounced wildly on her lover’s meat.

I felt my own cock starting to get hard as, suddenly, the man’s blue vein started to pulse and his balls came tight up against his shaft. It was plain he was ejaculating, and from the way she thrashed and wailed, she was clearly cumming too. Mercifully, the credits rolled. 

“Well, that was quite explicit, wasn’t it, Babe? Really, graphic and, er, vivid.”

She lifted her head and looked down at my tented shorts.

“Mum, I’m so…”

She put a finger to her lips. “Ssshhh now, Baby, remember what you promised,” and she bent down to kiss me on the nose.

“Anyway, I’m off to bed. I’ll let you watch your porn in peace. Night night, my beautiful boy.”

“Night, Mum, see you in the morning.” I watched her walk away. Her skimpy knickers had ridden right up into her crack. “Love you.”

She stopped and turned in the doorway. “Love you more,” and she blew me a kiss.

I picked up the remote and switched to a sports channel. Snooker from Kuala Lumpur. That did the trick, and my hard-on soon subsided. 

When I heard mum finish in the bathroom and walk down to her room, I turned off the telly and went to get ready for bed. I kicked off my shorts in my room, then went to clean my teeth.

In the bathroom mirror, I admired my body. How nice to have an all-over tan, and my dick seemed to have grown another inch; perhaps it was the sun. I took hold of it and ran my hand along its length from the jungle of my pubic bush to the purple bulbous tip. My balls were full to bursting; I was going to have to have a wank. I started back to my room.

"Freddie.” Mum's bedroom door was ajar.

“Yes, Mum?”

“Come and say goodnight.”

I pushed the door open. My heart was racing for some reason. There was a glow of moonlight through the curtains which bathed the room in half-light, and I could just make out her shape in bed. 

“Sweet dreams.”

“Come and kiss me goodnight."

As I walked across her bedroom floor, I was conscious of my nudity as I felt my dick bounce off my thighs. Somehow this was very different to being naked by the pool.

I bent down at her bedside. Our lips touched gently, parted, and then touched again. Her hand came up to the nape of my neck. I felt the tip of her tongue run along my mouth. 

“Come in for a cuddle.”

“Mum…”

“Just for a minute.” She pulled back the cotton sheet and shuffled over to the middle of the mattress, the outline of her body just visible in the darkened room. Although she’d kept her bra on, she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Ok, just for a minute.”

I got in and lay on my back. She nuzzled her face against my neck, her right hand resting on my chest. She must have applied a spritz of perfume, and its scent was quite intoxicating. 

“Isn’t it magical here?” Her finger traced a circle round my nipple. "Just the two of us?”

My body tensed as I felt a swelling in my loins. 

Oh no, not another hard-on, not here in bed with mummy.

“Mmmm, yeah,” my voice was just a whisper.

“That film that you were watching, Freddie…"

“I wasn’t really wat…” but she didn’t let me finish.

“I found it really sexy.”

The swelling in my groin had become a tidal surge; my rapidly hardening penis rolled up across my thigh to lie horizontal on my hip. Its tip touched mummy's tiny triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair.

Her finger stopped its movement, and her head came up to look at me.

“Was that girl’s bum as nice as mine?”

“Ha!” I tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. “Well, it was pretty close.”

“His penis wasn’t quite as thick as yours, but fuck, it really stretched her.”

I’d never heard my mother swear, and the effect was instantaneous. My cock rolled right round to point up toward my face, each pulse now making it grow and rise, lifting the cotton sheet. Her hand slowly drifted down across my chest to the indents of my chiselled abs.

“That’s my favourite position.”

“Sorry?”

“On top, cowgirl," and then, in a whisper in my ear, “riding cock.”

Mum looked down at the tented sheet, then back up to my eyes.

“That way, the guy’s end bit – what do you call it?”

“Sorry?”

“The top bit of your penis.” She moved her hand out from under the sheet and touched me through the thin material. “This bit.”

Oh!” An involuntary gasp escaped me.

“Is it, bellend?”

"There are a lot of different names for it. I call it my crown." My voice was low and husky.

“Your crown, how perfect. Regal. And king-size. Yeah, so, when I’m riding cock, your crown is right against my G-spot, and I have the most amazing orgasms, just like that hot bitch in the film.”

My crown?

She was silent for a minute, looking up at me.

“And did you see his penis as he climaxed?”

I couldn’t speak.

“This big vein on the underneath pulsed and sort of swelled as he ejaculated.” She traced the line of my big vein with her little finger.

She pulled the sheet back, exposing both our bodies. My penis was so hard it felt ready to explode.

“You could actually see all his semen rushing up his column. Powerful pumps sending it up this vein, and then exploding out of here.” She encircled my glans in her hand. "It looked like he flooded her with a massive load.”

Mum carefully lifted her right leg over my torso, looking down to make sure she didn’t touch my erection, then wriggled over to be astride my chest.

In the half-light I saw her perfect breasts above me encased in their white lace cups. Her nipples were erect.

She reached down and took my face in her hands.

“Freddie, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mum.”

I know you do. But it’s not just a sweet love, is it? She didn’t wait for a reply. "It's a hot love. We’re in love.”

My hands moved to her hips. She smiled at me, so beautifully, and lowered her lips to mine. This time, when her tongue peeked out, it was met by mine, responding.

And that was it; that’s all it took to break the unseen barrier between us, open the floodgates, and let our love and lust come pouring out.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, Mum slowly moved her bottom back until her wetness touched my tip and then a little further, so that it nestled at her entrance. 

She broke the kiss.

“It’s time to consummate our love.”

She pushed back against my cockhead. The tightness of her opening surprised me, and at first she couldn’t take me. Our eyes were locked together as she pushed more forcefully; this time she grunted as I felt her tight hole stretch a bit, but still not quite enough.

My hands moved round onto her buttocks.

“Ride me, Mummy.”

This time she pushed back with such force that my giant bulb breached her tunnel. Her head snapped violently back.

“Oh! Oh, Freddie, Jesus, oh, gently, baby, oh my fucking God, you’re big.

Her cunt was like a smelter, liquid fire clamped tight around my swollen shaft.  

With her hands braced on the headboard, she took a little more of me, perhaps about four inches, and started to rotate her pelvis back and forth, and side to side, in a rhythmic grinding motion.

Her tits were right there in my face, and I roughly grabbed them in both hands, squeezing them together before taking hold of her huge nipples and rolling them between my fingers. 

That seemed to push her over the edge. Still grinding on just half my cock, her whole body started to tremble, and her moans and grunts became outlandish shrieks, her head thrashing from side to side as ecstasy ripped through her.

As the earthquake of her orgasm subsided into aftershocks, a demonic lust reared up inside me.  

In one decisive movement, and with the superhuman strength that sexual arousal brings, I flipped her over onto her back and locked her legs behind my arms, still with half my length inside her.

Our eyes met. I tried to read her expression; it was awe, mixed in with love, and not a little trepidation.

Inch by throbbing inch I sunk it into her, and her expression turned from astonishment to shock, then, finally, when my thick jungle met her mound, it became submission and...