The Ibizan sun broke upon Karen and Kurt Smith's villa early in the morning, warming the tiled floors and heating the blackout shades before anyone inside had stirred. The soothing hum of the air con and steady lap of the ocean outside had kept both mother and son sleeping soundly in their respective beds, Kurt's on the ground floor and Karen's upstairs.
Kurt was the first to open his eyes, rubbing them with the heels of his hands while lying on his back. Despite the vigorous workout that he had given his 8-inch cock the day before, it stood at rigid attention against his firm stomach. He stretched his back and lifted his arms over his head, feeling that if his mother were sitting on his crotch right now, she would be completely filled up by his hard dick.
Karen's instructions from the previous day, that her own son should feel free to use her body sexually whenever he wanted, were still resonating with Kurt. As if from a dream, he recalled her sweet, soft mouth sucking delicately on the head of his throbbing cock, her big tits smashed against his chest, while he buried his mouth in her sopping wet cunt. The mother-and-son 69 lasted only a few minutes but Kurt knew that it was something that he would need again, and soon. Perhaps on a beach towel down in front of the tide, with onlookers gawking at this mature woman and the young man sucking at her hairless pussy. Would they know that they were related? Could they even comprehend that the 22-year-old having his cock sucked was the son of the voluptuous brunette who was doing the sucking?
Awaking from his revelry, Kurt looked down to see his warm member bouncing ever so slightly from his torso, beating in time to his elevated pulse. Precum was leaking from the hole on top of his cock, and he felt the familiar feeling of needing release. Normally, if he was back in London, this is the time when he would lock the door to his bedroom and flip open his laptop to have a wank at internet porn. His favorite was mature women with large tits and glasses, the better to make them appear older. But now, realizing that he had the option to go upstairs and take his mother, he grinned broadly. The erotic air of hedonism and free love that permeated Ibiza made it seem only right that he should not have to masturbate, but instead gain satisfaction from fucking his family member upstairs.
He crossed the downstairs level in a pair of white boxer briefs, his dick outlined clearly in its fullness. Taking the stairs two at a time, he wondered if his mother, Karen, was awake yet or still dozing.
In the master bedroom, Karen Smith was barely awake, her eyes still closed but aware that she was no longer sleeping. Her big tits were pressing into the mattress as she lay on her stomach, brown hair in curls all around her head, her legs spread ever so slightly. She thought back to all of the lewd things she had said to her son the day before, what a slut she had become after touching his young dick.
Back at the modern flat that they shared in London, Karen had frequently seen Kurt coming out of the shower or passed him in his towel on the landing. She wondered even then what his dick would look like hard and at attention, and felt jealous of the scantily clad girls he was surely fucking at university. But after yesterday, she was sure of its size and potency and knew that it was more than enough to satisfy her.
As Karen started to move her body, she thought she heard something behind her in the doorway. Not turning around, she mumbled, "Kurt, is that you baby?"
"Yeah, I thought you might be able to...help me out," he said from the doorway. He strode towards the bed, already taking in the clean lines his mother's sleek legs made under the bedspread. The white cotton sheet only came up to Karen's lower back, treating Kurt to an eyeful of his mom's big tits as they spilled out from the side of her body's outline.
"Ohh, with what?" Karen said with a smile. She was feigning annoyance and wanted to see if her son would be bold enough to take her without her initiation.
"Um, well, you know," he said uncertainly. "What we talked about yesterday? In my room?"
"Uh huh, and what was that again?" Karen was not giving an inch, relishing the pleasure of teasing her son, making his hard-on strain against the fabric of his boxers as he tried to express to his own mother how much he wanted to be inside of one of her holes.
"Really? You're really going to play at this?" Kurt was sure that she was lying but he enjoyed the game, and felt bolder in forcing his mother to submit for his base sexual urges.
"Honey, you're just going to have to leave me alone for a bit, Mommy's tired from yesterday and whatever it is can wait."
That set Kurt off. He could not wait, would not wait, his primal sexual urges were close to bubbling over and he needed to fuck right now.
Without a word to his mother, Kurt seized the sheet and threw it off of Karen's taut, tanned body. She gasped in mock surprise and looked over her shoulder, taking in her strong son's full body and erect penis for the first time. "My goodness," she thought, "it's still in his boxers and it looks THAT big?!" Her pussy tingled at the idea of being fucked roughly by her son, a taboo that excited her so deeply that she could not fathom ever getting accustomed to it. So wrong and so forbidden, Karen knew that she would have no problem orgasming if Kurt wished to fuck her.
"Fine then, I'll just take care of myself and you can lay here!" Kurt spat as he dropped his boxers to the floor and roughly mounted his mother from behind. "Let's see if you can sleep through this!" He straddle his own mother's meaty ass, squeezing her buttocks between his hands and slapping her cheeks.
"Ow!" squealed Karen, now squirming underneath her son. "Kurt, wh-what are you doing?"
They both knew the game they were playing, she as the innocent housewife mother, he as the sex-crazed son. Kurt continued, leaning over her back and reaching underneath to caress Karen's heavy tits in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index finger.
"Mmm, what big tits you have, Karen." He ground his pelvis against Karen's ass, his cock head still leaking precum freely, smearing his semen along the entrance to his mother's pussy.
"No, no Kurt, we can't! You're my son!" At the same time she was making these protestations, Karen raised herself off the bed and cocked her hips at an angle so that her cunt was presented to her son. She spread her legs, knowing that she was making her opening ready to be penetrated, easily and whenever he wanted.
As Karen instructed yesterday, Kurt spit onto his hand and stroked his 8-inch dick slowly, covering its length in slick spit. "It won't take long, if you're lucky," he said, lining up his ramrod at the entrance to his own mother's twat.
Karen braced herself against her headboard with her hands, determined to push back and not give an inch even as her muscular son impaled her body on his engorged stick.
"Ohhh, FUCK!" he exclaimed. It was still so early that Karen's body had not had a chance to adjust to being awake and the walls of her cunt were still quite tight from the previous night's sleep. This did not and could not stop Kurt's spit-slicked cock from burying itself to the balls inside of his own mother.
