24 comments/ 57018 views/ 33 favorites The Villa Pt. 01 By: BaronVonHappyPants Stepping off the plane into the warm evening air of Majorca I felt that the holiday had really begun, rainy & cold England was a long way away and the only thing I had to worry about over the next couple of weeks was where the next cold beer was coming from. This would probably be the last time I went to the villa with Mum and Dad, we'd rented the same place every year since I was a kid. After graduating from University it was probably time for me to strike out on my own, but if my parents wanted to treat me to one last free holiday in the sun I wasn't going to stop them. We made our way along the winding coastal road in the hire car, the villa was on the quieter, less touristy side of the island. Mum & Dad had taught me that there was no point going on holiday just to be surrounded by other Brits eating a full English breakfast at a bar full of the kind of people we'd flown away from anyway, they wanted a more traditional experience and always got it in the sleepy seaside village we called home every Summer. Parking up in the village square a familiar ritual began, Dad headed off to meet the letting agent to get our keys to the villa, Mum went to the little market to grab some beers and breakfast, and I got a couple of takeout pizzas for our dinner. After the flight and drive we were never in the mood to cook or go to a restaurant, and anyway, who doesn't love pizza? The villa was a couple of minutes drive out of the village, as we pulled up everything looked the same as we had left it last year. My parents couldn't afford to buy a second home in the sun, but this sure felt like it. After Dad opened the door Mum barged past him and ran straight to the toilet, frankly, I was surprised that she'd lasted this long without making us stop on the drive from the airport. I was left to carry in the luggage whilst Dad hunted down the plates and glasses for our dinner. "Why do they have to move everything around? What was wrong before?" Dad didn't really like change, I suppose that's why we've been coming to the same place every year, but we all loved it here and looked forward to the trip every year, and with there being an unspoken agreement that this would be the last time I'd join my parents it felt even more special than usual. Mum walked into the kitchen and found the plates immediately, "a woman knows" she said, giving me a quick wink. We sat on the sofa and watched Spanish TV whilst eating our pizza (how a Sicilian ended up opening a pizza parlour in a small village on the 'wrong' side of Majorca I don't know, but I'm glad he did), we could barely understand the show, but it was good to have a bit and noise and we all enjoyed making fun of the adverts, as I'm sure the Spaniards do with our ads in the UK. After dinner I headed out onto the terrace overlooking the sea, it was pitch black out but I could hear the waves lapping against the shore down the hill, it was only a short walk down to the beach and I knew I'd be spending plenty of time there trying and failing to surf over the next couple of weeks. I also knew I'd be spending a decent amount of time checking out the local talent, it was a quiet beach mostly visited by locals and the occasional tourist doing a day trip around the island, but the local girls were pretty liberal and often went topless. I'd packed the long lens for my camera knowing that I'd have a decent view of the beach from the wide balcony in front of the bedrooms and could get some great shots of women on the beach without there being a chance of getting spotted. Sure, it was a bit perverted, but I'm a bit of a voyeur like that and it wouldn't harm anyone. It dawned on me that it was a bit sad that I was so looking forward to spying on these women and jerking off to their picture when I was on holiday, but I'd never been a hit with girls in school and then at University. They took no interest in me, I told myself and others that I was just focused on getting good grades but I think everyone knew that was a cover, I was just clueless when it came to women, great at being a friend, but awkward and tongue tied when it came to anything more than that. So that's how I found myself as a 21-year old virgin who had managed to graduate from university (where everyone gets laid) having just drunkenly kissed a couple of girls. I halfheartedly told myself I might have a holiday fling, but knew it wasn't going to happen. I flicked off the outdoor light and pool illuminations (I never understood why the villa had a pool when it was barely 100 yards from the sea, but Mum liked to go in there when she didn't feel like getting all sandy and salty) and headed indoors to find Mum and Dad cuddled up on the sofa watching a Spanish gameshow on which all the women were wearing bikinis, Dad looked over and said "see Steve, these guys know how to make a TV show!" I had to agree with him. It was lovely to see them so happy and content together, I know that not many families stay together these days and I had certainly come to appreciate them more when I was away from home studying, I guess it's true that absence does make the heart grow fonder. All the traveling had caught up with me and I was feeling tired, I said goodnight to my parents and headed up the stairs to my room, dragging my case behind me, flopped down on my bed (one of the benefits of being an only child was not having to share a room with a brother or sister on holiday, I enjoyed the freedom and tended to sleep naked, especially in this heat) and fell into a deep sleep. I awoke to sunshine streaming in through big window that opened onto the balcony, I must have forgotten to close the blinds last night. I drearily looked at my phone and it said 8am, hardly a long lie in for the start of a holiday but when I'm up I'm up so I decided I might as well be the first up and get breakfast sorted for us all. I got out of bed and stood at the window looking out to sea, it was beautiful, I understood why Dad wanted to come back year after year. I opened the window to step out onto the balcony and suddenly became aware of my nakedness. The villa and it's terrace were secluded and out of view from the beach but if a morning dog walker was looking straight up they'd have seen more than they expected in the form of a stark naked untanned Englishman. I grabbed a pair of shorts out of my case and went out again. It was at this point I realised I wasn't the first up, Mum was already downstairs sat by the pool reading a book, probably some trash that she'd picked up at the airport. Looking through the window into my parents bedroom on the other side of the balcony I could see that Dad was still dead to the world, and fair enough, I'd have been tired after having to drive in a foreign country on the wrong side of the road at night after a long flight. I turned my attention back to Mum, I was about to yell good morning when I realised she had no idea I was up on the balcony. My voyeuristic side took over and I decided to just enjoy watching her. My lack of skills with women had led me to have some pretty messed up feelings about my own mother, she was the only woman who loved me no matter what and my perverted mind had twisted that into making her a fantasy woman since I had hit puberty. I'd often masturbated thinking about her and whilst she dressed quite conservatively at home I still found her attractive and savoured every hint of cleavage or glimpse of leg that I caught, sometimes she'd exercise in Lycra at home and I'd have to leave the room to make sure she didn't catch me staring. I went snooping in my parents bedroom at home years ago and found some skimpy lingerie buried deep in a drawer so I was sure that Mum has a wild side that I'd never seen before. She was reclined on a sun lounger next to the pool, book in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. Her one-piece swimsuit wasn't exactly sexy, but it was more of her than I'd seen for a long time and certainly showed off her curves. By no means did she had the body of a model, at almost 50 she was starting to show signs of her age but I still liked it, you could tell that she was a woman, flared hips, a bit of a tummy and lovely large round breasts with a bit of sag to them (38DD, an excellent bit of information gathered from a snooping mission to Mum's underwear drawer). I blame my mother for my obsession with MILF porn, I've spent many nights frantically beating my meat to mature women riding young studs on porn sites, wishing I could find an older woman for myself, even if the one I really wanted lived in the same house. After drinking in the view for a few minutes I headed downstairs and got myself some cereal and juice before heading out onto the terrace to join Mum, remembering to put on my sunglasses first so I could get a good look at her without being caught. "Morning Steve, I thought I'd have had at least another hour of peace before you and Chris got up." "I know, but you know me, when I'm up..." "You're up." She finished my sentence for me. "I'm sure I'll be able to have a good lie in tomorrow, I don't want to be getting up early, I'm here to relax." "Me too, but I liked the idea of sitting out and looking at the sea with my book, it really is lovely, I can never get over this view." I thought the same thing as I stood over Mum with my breakfast, and made a mental note to try and grab some pictures of her with my camera if I got the chance. Mum and I lay out in the sun waiting for Dad to make an appearance and not long after 9am we heard him coming down the stairs, he was refreshed and had an air about him that we didn't see often at home, it's a lot easier to be happy with life when the sun is shining and you eat your cereal looking out over a blue sea. We decided that a beach trip was a good way to ease into the holiday, nothing too strenuous for day one. With the beach so close to the villa we didn't really feel the need to traipse down laden with bags and gear, if we wanted something we'd just go back to the villa and get it. I hired a surfboard for a couple of hours from a small ramshackle hut on the beach, there were a lot of great surfers out in the water making it look effortless, but I was struggling and after an hour or so and gave the board back, "try again tomorrow, you never know what will happen" said the shack owner, a man that had clearly spent his life on the beach and had leathery tanned skin. I told him I'd see him tomorrow and that he'd see me riding the waves one day. Returning to our spot on the sand Dad was gone and Mum was face down in the sand reading her book, her swimsuit had been rolled down from her shoulders exposing half her milky white back, us Brits always stick out on the first day of our holidays compared to the well-tanned locals. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He's wandering along the beach to get us some drinks and sandwiches for lunch, should be back soon." If Dad was anything like me his journey along the beach would be slowed by gawking at all the local hotties going topless, as they lounged on the sand, it was like a different world from home, you see more skin in five minutes than in a decade at home. "Any chance you could put some lotion on me Steve? I'd get your Dad to do it but I'll be burned by the time he gets back." This was was a mix of exciting and terrifying, I was being invited to touch my mother (sure, just her back, but it all counts), the woman who I had been lusting after this morning, but at the same time I was worried about the effect it would have on me, especially considering all the breasts on display on the beach had already got me feeling horny. "Sure Mum" I said, nervously, and she handed me the bottle of sun tan lotion. I lathered up my hands and gingerly covered her shoulders and back, it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expected, my dick hadn't reacted at all and I'd worked it all in to her back. "You couldn't do the backs of my legs too could you darling?" "Of course!" I blurted out, possibly a bit too enthusiastically. I worked my way up and down each leg making sure to cover everywhere. "Could you go a bit higher sweetie, and make sure you really rub it in." I had avoided near her ass in case she had thought it was a bit too close for mother and son, but as she was asking for it I took the initiative and worked the creamy white liquid up to the crease where each leg met the ass cheek. It was fantasy time and my body knew it, thankfully there was no one around us to see the growing tent in my shorts and Mum showed no signs of moving from her face down position. I went from rubbing in the lotion to more of a massaging motion, she didn't tell me to stop so I continued, slowly getting more and more adventurous with my fingers edging towards her inner thigh. "Oooh, I could just go to sleep here, that was lovely, thanks for doing the lotion, and a bit of a massage as a bonus!" "Anytime, Mum." I took that as a sign that it was time for me to stop and begrudgingly took my hands off her and flipped myself over so I too was face down in the sand, not because I wanted a tan, but because I needed to hide the erection that was straining at the mesh liner of my shorts. I tried to calm myself down after getting more physical contact with a woman than I had for a long time, I didn't care that it was my mother, it was progress! Dad returned a from the village a few minutes later with a bag of sandwiches and drinks. The sandwiches were always made with chewy bread that took ages to eat, but it was a change of pace from England and they always made them fresh at the counter. We all lay there enjoying doing nothing for a while, I had positioned myself at Mum's side so I could steal glances at her whenever I wanted, knowing that my leering would be unseen behind my dark sunglasses. Every time she shifted and changed position I'd hoped for the top of her one-piece to accidentally fall down but I had no luck. We decided to spend a couple more hours lounging on the beach before heading to a larger town to do the week's shopping and fill the cupboards. The huge supermarket on the edge of town had everything you could need, even stuff from home since there were so many Brits on the island, but we were here for the authentic experience and avoided the British aisle as best we could, after picking up a box of tea bags, of course. There was also a clothing section in the supermarket, pretty cheap stuff but it certainly did the job, Dad rolled his eyes at me as he saw Mum wander off towards the ladies section "there goes the budget, son!" He laughed, Mum was always careful with money and rarely treated herself, so he didn't mind at all and we continued working our around the shop working out just how daring we were going to be with the local cuisine. When Mum returned my heart skipped a beat when I saw she had a bikini in each hand, "Chris, which one?" she asked, "aren't they a bit skimpy for you love, and how much are they?" A small, embarassed smile came across her face, "only eight euros each, and well, y'know, when in Rome and all that, I'd like to get home and have a tan to show off." Dad looked at her for a couple of seconds and took both the bikinis out of her hands and put them in the shopping trolley. "See, that's why I love you!" Mum said as we made our way to the checkout. I was trying to not show my excitement at this, I'd been enjoying Mum enough wearing her one-piece and now she was going to be wearing bikinis. I couldn't wait until we hit the beach tomorrow, this vacation was looking like it would be the best yet! The night passed quietly with Mum making dinner for us before we watched a few DVDs in the lounge. For some reason the property owners didn't want to get foreign TV in the villa but were more than happy to provide a large library of movies, it didn't quite add up to me, but it's not like I was here to watch TV and I had my laptop if I wanted to see what was happening in the world. After a few beers and a glass of wine I decided to head to bed, I masturbated imagining what Mum would look like in a bikini knowing it wouldn't be long until I saw the real thing. Once again I awoke to the sun streaming through the blinds, it was nice to be woken by the sun instead of a jarring alarm clock. Looking at my phone it was pretty early, hardly a surprise that I'd worken up now as I hadn't been burning the midnight oil last night. I got up and slipped on a pair of shorts and walked to the large sliding window leading onto the balcony. Mum was down on the terrace on the sun lounger reading her book just like yesterday morning, except this time she was wearing the purple bikini from the supermarket. A small gasp escaped from my mouth but it was not loud, and would have been covered by the noise of the waves hitting the beach had the sound reached Mum anyway. Slowly and quietly I slid open the window and moved out onto the balcony, I'd never seen this much of my mother, I tried to drink in the incredible view and immediately felt my dick getting hard in my shorts. Her body sloped away from me as she was pointed towards the sea with her back to the villa, I gazed down upon her large milky-white breasts cupped in the purple triangles of fabric with a valley of cleavage running between them, the lack of sag was noticeable, there was a bit of droop but there had certainly been much worse on the beach yesterday from women that looked younger than Mum. Her belly was smaller than I had been expecting too, I guess Dad hadn't been kidding about the amount of time she had spent at the pool when I was at Uni, she was never going to have a six pack but she was surprisingly lean with not much roundness to her belly at all. Her hips flared out the way a true MILFs should, nice and wide. The bikini bottoms were a wide triangle on the front with thick string tied in bows on the sides connecting the front and back. I stepped back into the safety of my own room so that Mum didn't catch me ogling her from above, or worse, that Dad caught me on the balcony. Once I'd closed the sliding window I waited a few seconds to see if she heard anything and lowered my shorts to around my ankles. Grasping my shaft I slowly started pumping at my hard cock, my eyes never leaving my mother's body as she lay out in the sun innocently reading her book. If only she knew what was happening just a few metres away from her in her son's bedroom. My fist was moving rapidly now, stroking in a steady rhythm as I felt the tension building in my balls. Mum put down her book and changed the sun lounger's position so she was laid out completely flat on her back to enjoy the morning sun on her pale skin. Lying back her breasts had drifted apart a bit and were now a bit on each side of her chest but still large and firm enough to be mostly pointing towards the sky. My examination of her body didn't continue for much longer as my orgasm began, my legs immediately turning to jelly as cum sprayed onto the window and began to make it's way down to the floor. I fell backwards onto the bed still jerking at my cock as my hot semen dribbled out in my post-orgasmic glow. A couple of minutes later once I'd got my breath back and calmed I realised I'd better clean up the window and grabbed some toilet roll from the bathroom, and started to rub the sticky streaks from the window, there was something especially sordid about looking at my mother through a window that was criss-crossed with my own jizz. With the window as clean as it was going to be I moved onto the next stage of my devious morning activities; photography. Seeing Mum in the flesh was great, but what about the rest of the year? I knew that her image was seared on my mind but there's nothing like a picture to jog your memory. I got my camera out and quickly snapped half a dozen shots, some full body and some zooming in on her lovely big tits. The Villa Pt. 01 My heart was racing from the whole experience but I managed to keep still enough to get some good clear photos. With my shutterbug appetite satisfied I removed the memory card from the camera and stowed it safely in my suitcase, those weren't the kind of pictures I wanted getting mixed up with landscapes and photos of flowers, especially if Mum & Dad got hold of my camera. I headed downstairs and got my usual breakfast of cereal and juice, trying to appear nonchalant as I stepped out onto the terrace and said good morning to my bikini-clad mother. She seemed a little surprised to see me this early, but made no attempt to cover up and I continued to enjoy the flesh on show, not that she had any clue I was watching. Dad walked down the stairs and joined us on the terrace, "Jesus Sarah, that bikini looks great, you put some of those girls on the beach yesterday to shame!" Mum smiled and looked down at herself, "oh Chris, not in front of Steve, he'll get embarrassed. I think that the sizes are a bit smaller over here, I was expecting it to cover a bit more." "I'm sure he doesn't mind, right son?" "No, not at all, Dad said you've been going to the pool a lot Mum and I think it must be paying off, and you're going to make the rest of the girls back home jealous of your tan." I figured that it didn't hurt to give her a bit of a compliment, the last thing I wanted was her going back to the one-piece swimsuit from yesterday. "See, love." Said Dad "everyone's happy. What are you going to do today Steve?" Since 'stare at your wife all day' wasn't a good answer I decided I'd take for a hike along the coastline and snap some photos of the scenery. I was hardly a pro but I knew my way around a camera and often entered into local photography competitions. You could get some pretty decent kit if you won a prize so it was always worth uploading a picture or two, that, and it was always fun getting your ego stroked when you could say you were an 'award winning photographer' even if it didn't really mean anything. The hike along the jagged coastline was a lot hotter than I'd remembered from previous years and I circled back after a couple of miles, I wasn't going to get burned but I knew it was silly to go too far in the heat with the midday sun beating down on me. I'd still got a few nice shots of different beaches and the local flora and fauna so the trip wasn't a complete bust and it was quite nice to spend a couple of hours not feeling horny as hell thinking about my mother. The coastal path I was on didn't get a lot of traffic, I hadn't seen anyone else the whole time I was walking. The heat must have put everyone else off the trek that day and even though there were a few nice little bays along the way people heading for a day at the beach would usually take the easy option and go to one of the bigger beaches that you could park up at. Not far from home I thought it would be cool to get some shots of the villa from the cliff at the edge of the beach that overlooked the villa and the rest of the large bay. The beach swept away into the distance in front of me with the village up the hill on the right and our villa tucked away behind the beach and just enough up the hill to provide some privacy from beach goers. It looked like paradise and for our family it had been for many years. I snapped a few quick pictures taking in the vista and then focused on the villa. Swapping to the zoom lens revealed that Mum was still sunbathing next to the pool on the sun lounger in her bikini and suddenly my voyeuristic side was sparked again, time to switch memory cards, I thought. I moved closer along the edge of the cliff to get a better view, well aware that Mum wouldn't spot me among the thorny bushes that somehow survived on the rocky outcrop but still being careful not to be too out in the open. Settling down in a spot that was well sheltered I started to drink in the view again, same Mum, same little purple bikini, different angle, I was right in front of her now, albeit a couple of hundred metres away. Through the lens I saw Dad come out of the villa and onto the terrace clutching a couple of drinks and set them down at the little table next to Mum. Stood over her he bent and kissed her on the lips, bringing a hand up to one of her breasts and giving it a fondle before their lips parted. "Lucky fucker" I thought to myself as I watched through the viewfinder. My parents talked for a few moments before Dad grabbed at the string on Mum's bikini top, moving his hand up behind her head and tugging apart the knot. Mum leaned forward in the sun lounger and untied the knot on her back before letting the bikini top fall down between her legs and lay back letting her breasts get some sun. My dick sprung to life as I looked at her down the lens, my hands shaking in excitement. She looked up at my father with a smile and he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers then groped at one of her big tits before laying down on the lounger next to her, and letting Mum get back to her book. It was hard to see her in much detail from so far away and I knew that I'd need to move closer for a better view, and some better photographs. I quickly moved along the edge of the cliff top trying to find a good perch that was both close and not too out in the open or visible from the terrace of our villa, eventually settling on a spot hidden amongst some bushy plants. Everything was much clearer through the viewfinder of the camera now, Mum's big white breasts sat upon her chest with raspberry-like nipples pointing towards the sky as she studied the pages of her book. They were gorgeous, far less sag than I had expected from a woman of her age, and the slight tanlines from her undersized bikini just made them even sexier. I snapped a dozen or so pictures before I couldn't wait any longer and thrust a hand into my shorts and frantically jerked on my rock hard cock. It wasn't long before I was spraying hot cum onto the dry grass around my feet. Heading back along the path to the villa my heart beat faster and faster, I knew that when I got back there Mum was going to be topless next to the pool, but I didn't know what I was going to do when I got there. Opening the door at the back of the villa my mind was spinning, but I decided that acting as if seeing Mum's big juicy tits was normal was the right thing to do, and hopefully that would help Mum feel comfortable with her top off for the rest of the holiday. Stepping across the tiled floor of the villa I could see the back of Mum's head above the top of the sun lounger and called out "I'm back" as I got to the open sliding window on the way out to the pool. Mum immediately twitched and her arms moved up to cover herself with her book. Stepping around in front of her she was making a decent effort but there was no way that the little paperback was going to cover her breasts. She fidgeted around whilst I stared through my sunglasses at the jiggling flesh and bright pink nipples. I could already feel my erection starting to return and knew I'd need to get out of there soon. "Mum, it's okay, don't worry about it, we're all adults here" I said hoping that my false bravado would show through. She stopped moving around, breasts still partially covered by the book but now with an embarrassed smile, "sorry Steve, I just wanted to go native and work on these tanlines while you were out, I'll put my top back on." I looked over at Dad who was lying back with a hat over his face as if oblivious to what was going on in front of him. "Like I said, it's okay, I'm heading inside to make some lunch anyway, you enjoy the sun. Do you want anything?" Relaxing slightly she said she wasn't hungry yet and I headed back into the villa. Looking back as I went through the large sliding window I saw Mum place her book on the ground next to the lounger and let her arms flop down at the sides, her hands coming to rest on the warm tiles of the patio. Seizing the moment I quietly made my way back out and stood behind Mum's sun lounger, I gazed down upon her milky white breasts to the flare of her hips and along her legs pointing out towards the blue horizon before nonchalantly asking "not even a cool drink?" She let out a very slight gasp, but didn't attempt to cover up this time, "oh, ummm, maybe a water?" She stammered, clearly a bit shocked at my return. "Beer, Dad?" "Mind reader, Steve". Good thing he couldn't read mine! I scampered back into the villa thrilled that Mum hadn't covered herself up, hopefully she was getting more comfortable with baring skin while I was around, my front of a nonchalant attitude apparently convincing her that it was no big deal, had she seen the tent in my shorts she would have known it was anything but normal. I threw together a sandwich quickly and got my parents drinks before heading back out to the patio (after flipping my dick up into the band of my shorts, there was no way I was losing this erection anytime soon). I gave dad his beer first, he sat up to take a big swig before setting it down at his side and resuming his position lying on the lounger with his hat over his face. I stood over Mum intentionally casting a shadow to announce my arrival with her glass of water. She looked up at me and smiled timidly, her large breasts and nipples still on show, I lingered for a couple of seconds before handing her the tall glass and made my way over to the patio table to eat my sandwich. After eating I thought it was time for some relief and made my way to my room, I barely had the door closed before my shorts were around my ankles and I was jerking away at my straining cock, falling onto the bed as I stroked away thinking of Mum's sweet tits down on the patio. Having masturbated in the bushes not long ago it took a while but I eventually came hard, firing ropes of hot cum across my legs and the bedsheets. I lay in post-orgasmic bliss for a few minutes before feeling a bit guilty about acting this way with my own mother, it was wrong, I knew that, but those thoughts quickly departed from my mind. After cleaning myself up in the bathroom I headed out to the balcony and looked out over the sea, the beach was busy with holidaymakers and kids splashing around in the water. Down on the patio Mum was face down on the flattened sun lounger her large round ass barely covered by the purple string bikini, thoroughly occupied by her book, whereas Dad, again, was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Dad?" I shouted down from the balcony. "He went for another beer and thought we were running low, so he's wandered off into the village to get some. I knew we should have stocked up at the supermarket, it's much cheaper there." I was still delighted to see my mother in such a state of undress, but having jerked off a couple of times in an hour even I wasn't feeling that horny anymore and thought that I would give Mum some respite from my attention, if I pestered her too much she might start covering up when that was the last thing I wanted. "I'm going to take a walk along the beach", I said. "I'll join you Stevie, I can just sit on this lounger all day, and I'm bored of my book", Mum replied. It wasn't quite what I had in mind about giving her a bit of space and calming myself down, but if she wanted to spend time with me I wasn't going to stop her. Walking down from my room and out to the patio I found mum stood tying her bikini top in place before wrapping a sarong around her waist and flashing me a smile. We walked along the shoreline watching kids playing in the water and the surfers further along the beach. A topless mother and daughter walked past us in the opposite direction talking in Spanish, sparking Mum into conversation. "It's okay, isn't it? Me tanning around the pool? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable at the villa Steve." "No, of course not. It would be weird at home, but it's not hot and sunny at home. Things are different here, all the locals seem so relaxed, I think it's rubbing off on us. Anyway, there could definitely be worse views from the balcony." My last sentence hung in the air, it was a bold statement from a son to his mother, and we walked for a few seconds before I dared to glance in her direction. She was looking down at the sand with a little smile on her face. Later that evening we ventured out into the village for dinner. The restaurants on this side of the island weren't for tourists; the prices were fair, the wine was flowing and the locals kept a lively atmosphere going. Naturally, at the end of the meal the restaurant owner came out and forced some awful local spirit on us, probably more suited to clearing drains than drinking, but it did the job and we were all tipsy by the time we left the restaurant, Mum especially so. Dad and I both had to steady Mum on the walk back to the villa, she insisted on keeping on her high heels even though we were walking down an unlit lane which wasn't paved. I got myself close to her side and held her by the bicep, her big tits jiggled in her dress and brushed my hand with every step. My other hand was placed at the top of her hip, and peeking behind Mum I could see that Dad had an ass cheek firmly gripped in his hand and was massaging it through the dress. "Oh, I am lucky to have my two strong boys to look after me" Mum said, her words slurring slightly. "And we're lucky to have you Mum." I said, adjusting my hand so I instead of holding her arm I now had my palm pressed against her ribs with my fingers gently trailing along the side of her breast. This newfound boldness was entirely down to the alcohol, it might have tasted like rocket fuel but it gave me a lot of confidence, and Mum sure didn't seem to mind the attention she was getting. Dad had no idea where my hands were, he was too preoccupied with Mum's big meaty ass; looking back again I could see that his hand had disappeared up Mum's skirt, so it was hardly surprising that she was stumbling so much on the uneven track. We arrived back at the villa and I released Mum from my grip. Mum and Dad slumped down onto the sofa and started watching TV, I poured a couple of glasses of wine for them and grabbed myself a beer from the fridge. Joining them in the seating area I found Mum nuzzled into Dad, he had one arm around her shoulders and the other was gently rubbing up and down her tanned thigh. We drank and talked for an hour or so before Mum eventually fell asleep in Dad's arms, the booze had taken it's toll. "Steve, you're a strong lad, is there any chance you could carry your Mum up to bed? I don't think my back is up to it these days." "I dunno Dad, I'll try. But only if you tidy up the glasses and turn off the TV, I think I'll head to bed now too." I stood over Mum in her short black dress and bent at the knees, wrapped an arm around her back, wriggled a hand under her silky smooth legs, paused like a weightlifter at the Olympics, then stood straight with surprising ease, her head falling onto my shoulder as she dozed. "There's nothing to her, Dad!" I exclaimed before carefully negotiating my way up the stairs. Even though she wasn't as heavy as I expected by the time I reached the bedroom I was tiring, and whilst I intended to gently lay her down on the bed like a fairytale Princess it was a clumsy affair that ended with her being dumped down and rolling onto her front, waking from her alcohol-induced slumber in the process. She turned her head toward me and half opened her eyes, blinded by the light behind me, "you want to give me a good fucking then, babe?" Mum reached behind herself pulled up her dress exposing her big round ass. A black thong showed at the top of her ass, the rest of it hidden between her cheeks. My heart stopped, clearly Mum had no idea it was me, looking up into the light through her tired eyes I would have only been a silhouette to her. Stunned at both the incredible sight before me and my mother talking dirty, I stared at her ass for a few seconds, deciding what to do, if anything. "Well, are you going to put that big dick in me or what?" She slurred, raising her ass off the bed and spreading her knees, getting onto all fours in the doggy position facing away from me. Knowing Dad would be coming upstairs soon I only had a few seconds, I nervously stepped forward and placed a clammy hand onto her ass and squeezed the flesh, marveling at how sexy her tan lines looked. With my other trembling hand I ran a finger down her ass crack over her thong. When my finger found a warm damp patch of fabric I knew I'd reached her pussy, I gently pushed against the fabric and a soft, low moan escaped from Mum's lips. Slowly, I moved my finger in small circles, causing a small grunt from her and to wiggle her ass back towards me, encouraging my sordid fumbling. Frustratingly, I knew I had to get out of there, I didn't know how far I could go with Mum before she worked out it wasn't Dad pawing at her luscious ass, but I didn't want to see her reaction, and I definitely didn't want Dad to walk in on me rubbing her pussy. Doing my best impression of Dad I mumbled "back in a minute, don't move" and made a hasty retreat to my bedroom, shutting the door and getting into bed. I was trembling, adrenaline working it's way through my body as I tried to calm myself, heartbeat pounding in my ears and my breathing erratic. I heard Dad making his way up the stairs. I knew exactly what he saw when he opened the door to their bedroom, his wife, dress bunched up around he waist in position and waiting to be fucked. The walls may have been thin in the villa but I still couldn't make out what they were saying to each other, I just knew that a conversation was happening. A couple of minutes later I heard giggling from Mum and knew that I was safe, she didn't know it was me before and just as importantly neither did Dad. The noise next door continued and it became obvious that Mum was getting exactly what she wanted from Dad, her moans growing in volume and the bedsprings squeaked. I'd had a throbbing erection from the moment she'd raised her dress to expose herself and stroked myself along to the rhythm of their love making. I had to smile to myself knowing it was me that warmed up Mum for Dad, I wasn't jealous, good on him for still getting sex from Mum after they've been married for so many years, it was great that they still had fun, and even better for me that I was enjoying it too. Looking out of the window I noticed lines of light across the balcony floor; light could mean only one thing, they hadn't closed the blinds! Just like yesterday morning I silently opened the balcony window, but this time instead of looking out to the pool I edged myself around to look back into my parents room, safe in the knowledge that I would be hidden in the darkness of night on the balcony. Sure enough, the blinds hadn't been closed, and I could see Mum and Dad inside. Watching from the window I saw Mum in the same position as I left her, except her dress was nowhere to be seen and she was fully naked, viewing from the side with her large breasts squashed against the bed and her face buried in the pillows I couldn't really see much more than when she had been topless by the pool. Dad was behind her, on his knees but upright, hands gripping Mum by the waist giving her long, powerful thrusts, each sending a ripple through her ass. Having barely touched a girl, it was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen, and I was furiously jerking on my hard cock as I watched my parents going at it merely feet away. Dad was really going at it, reaching forward to grab at her heavy tits and tug on her nipples, running his fingernails along her back and even grabbing her by the hair, I loved watching her getting used as his plaything, especially as she clearly loved the way he was treating her. The Villa Pt. 01 He spread her big ass apart to force himself deeper into her pussy, resulting in deep grunts of pleasure coming from Mum's pillow. Naturally, it wasn't long until I could feel the cum rising in my balls, I turned and sprayed my seed off the balcony, hearing it splatter on the tiled patio below. Returning to the scene on the bed I found Dad in the final throes of passion, pistoning in and out of Mum, her face looking towards me now, eyes clenched shut, the beautiful agony of the hard fucking she was receiving etched on her features, mouth quivering as she gasped, grunted and moaned with every thrust. The wooden bedframe slapped against the wall with each forward motion, Dad must have known that I wouldn't be asleep yet and I'd hear their drunken fucking. Maybe he just didn't care, who was going to turn down sex even if their son was in the next room? Suddenly Dad struck a pose buried to the hilt in Mum, his orgasm taking hold while he filled her hot pussy with his cum. Eventually he pulled out revealing his cock, glistening with a mixture of Mum's juices and his own cum, still slightly engorged and I had to admit it was an impressive package, Mum wasn't kidding when she was talking about 'that big dick' earlier. He was certainly longer than me but I think I had him beat in terms of girth with my thick member. Dad lay on the bed and stroked Mum's back, she had already collapsed onto her belly and I doubted it would be long before she was asleep. Dad reached over to the switch by the bed and turned off the light, much like the curtains closing at a seedy peepshow I took that to mean the show was over and silently moved back into my bedroom. I jerked off a couple more times before I finally couldn't keep my eyes open and drifted off to sleep.