Mom in the jacuzzi

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Even before I read my first erotic novel about incest between mother and son, I had already fantasized about my mother as a sexual object. I can't describe her in detail because she was like a sex goddess. Around forty years old, brown hair and eyes, five feet two inches tall, 130 pounds, she exuded maternal allure. The most attractive thing about her figure was her full breasts—not that they were huge, but they were incredibly alluring, attractive, and beautiful! The biggest dilemma for a son with such a mother is: how to seduce her? My strategy was to collect newspapers and magazines reporting on family incest to enrich my imagination and help me realize my ultimate seduction plan. I fantasized about all sorts of scenarios that might happen between me and my mother, then drafted, revised, and rehearsed my countermeasures. But the biggest worry was: if my father or mother found those magazines, everything would be over. Luckily, I'm my parents' only child, so I have my own entire basement floor in their farmhouse-style house, with a spacious bedroom, a separate bathroom, and most importantly, complete privacy—something incredibly important for a college student like me. The only drawback is that the washing machine is located between the bedroom and the bathroom, so three times a week I have to endure the noise of my mother doing laundry, preventing me from getting a peaceful night's sleep. After four years of fantasizing and simulating this, the opportunity finally arrived. That day, I was chatting with my parents in the living room while giving my mother a shoulder massage—not an erotic massage, of course, just a chance to touch her—I suggested she go to the jacuzzi immediately, emphasizing that it hadn't been used for a month. I turned to my father and asked if the water in the jacuzzi was clean. He said the water was clean and usable anytime. My mother then said she went in for a massage every day, and I asked suspiciously what the dates and times were.Why have I never seen her wearing a bathrobe while drying her body? My mother replied that she goes into the bathhouse every morning when my father leaves for work, and she does so without a bathrobe. I immediately began to have lewd fantasies about my mother immersed in the bath, even thinking about it in my sleep. Then came Saturday and Sunday, when my father was home, and I used those two days to simulate my plan. On Monday morning, I stood quietly at the bedroom door, listening to the sound of my father driving away to work. A few minutes later, my mother went outside and headed towards the bathhouse. I mentally timed it, anticipating that my mother had entered the bathhouse, before I tiptoed outside to spy on her. From my position, I could only see my mother's back. Fifteen minutes later, the opportunity came. My mother turned to face me, dried herself off, and put on her bathrobe. I immediately rushed back to the bedroom and masturbated until a thick stream of semen gushed out. After the thick stream of semen, I lay down comfortably, savoring the moment while panting, until it was almost time for class before I got up and left. The next morning, I waited to spy again. Knowing what I was doing, I calmly stared at my mother's breasts as she came out of the bath. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were full and glossy, showing no signs of sagging—very alluring. Her nipples were soft and not erect, but I could easily imagine how huge they would be when erect. Then, as usual, she dried herself and put on her morning robe, facing me. After watching, I immediately ran back to my room and masturbated. This time, I masturbated in the bathroom because I wanted to ejaculate directly into the toilet to avoid cleaning. I grabbed two magazines from the bookshelf, intending to read and masturbate at the same time. Halfway through a story, I suddenly heard my mother's footsteps coming down the basement stairs. Worried about her reaction, I immediately jumped out of the bathroom, ran through the laundry room, and rushed into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep, peeking out through my slits. Mom walked through the bathroom into the laundry room, glanced at me casually, assuming I was still asleep. She was still wearing the same morning robe as before, and seeing her like that, my mind raced with fantasies of her naked body. Mom started the washing machine, turned around, and walked back up the stairs. She stopped in front of the bathroom, picked up one of my family magazines—the one we'd left behind when we rushed out. My muscles tensed, and I lay motionless on the bed, waiting for Mom's reaction. Would she storm into the room and interrogate me? Would she think it was just childish teenage behavior and let it go? Would she read the contents and know they were all stories about incest? Would she even know there was an article about incest between a mother and son? My mother watched me for a while, then lowered her head to read. At first, her expression seemed merely curious as she flipped through the pages, then it turned to surprise, and finally, excitement. After about fifty or sixty pages, she reached into her robe and began rubbing her breasts. Unfortunately, I couldn't see what was happening inside, but I knew exactly what she was doing. A few minutes later, she must have started reading the story about incest between mother and son, because she would look up at me every few seconds, then look up again. I really wanted to roll over and pull out my raging erection to show my mother, but I restrained myself and continued reading. My mother continued reading, and after a few minutes, she looked up at me intently, then her whole body began to tremble. I knew she had reached her climax, enjoying a special, silent climax where she could only gaze at me without daring to make a sound. After the climax, my mother immediately put the magazine back in the sink and hurriedly went upstairs and left. My mother read my erotic magazine about incest, and instead of being angry, it aroused her. I knew that to achieve my goal, I had to add fuel to the fire and incite her even greater desire. Instead of putting the two magazines back in their hiding place, I placed them on the magazine rack next to the toilet, marked the location with a hair, and then went to class as if nothing had happened. When I got home, I was thrilled to find the hair gone and the magazines upside down. My mother had boldly read my obscene and incestuous erotic magazines. She must have been burning with passion all afternoon, because no one was home, and she should have been able to masturbate again and again without restraint, like running a marathon! That night, when I said goodnight to my parents, my mother kissed my lips. This was the first time I had ever known this. Although it wasn't a passionate kiss, but just a light kiss on the lips instead of a kiss on the cheek, it was enough to ignite my passion and heighten my desire. I masturbated twice before finally falling asleep! On Wednesday morning, I waited until Dad left for work and Mom went into the jacuzzi before going into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and went to the stained glass to peek at Mom in the jacuzzi. The swirling water and the bubbles made it impossible for me to see her body clearly. I opened the back door and asked Mom if she wanted orange juice. She said no and asked what I was doing up so early. I told her a little lie and that I was preparing for a pop quiz. Throughout the whole thing, Mom kept staring at my obviously erect silk bullet underwear. Turning back to the room, I changed my mind at the basement door and headed towards the jacuzzi. Once in position, I eagerly looked at my mother, and what I peeked at left me speechless. Her two beautiful breasts were above the water, a gentle massage from the water. I was even more astonished to see her reach for her nipples, squeezing and kneading them until they were fully erect. Only then did I realize how large and long her nipples were. As her body was aroused, she lowered her head and licked her nipples. A few minutes later, she reached orgasm. I saw her grip the edge of the tub tightly with one hand, while the other reached down to knead her vulva. She spread her labia, letting the water jet directly hit her vulva, slowly closing her eyes, her whole body trembling slightly as she reached her climax, letting out soft moans. After the orgasm, my mother lay back in the tub, relaxing her body, which had been tense from the arousal. I also went back to the bedroom to soothe my own tense body, which had been aroused by sexual excitement. Before school, I deliberately didn't make my bed and put a new incestuous pornographic magazine under my pillow. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found the bed neat and tidy, and the magazine under my pillow. That night, my mother praised me several times, saying I had "grown up into a charming and handsome young man." She kissed me twice on the lips while I said goodnight. Although it was just a light kiss, not a passionate French kiss, it was still precious because my mother had always only kissed my cheeks, not my lips! I woke up early Thursday morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so I listlessly played with my penis until Dad went to work and Mom went into the jacuzzi. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice, but before reaching the kitchen, I stopped in front of the stained-glass window to peek at her. The water bubbles covered her; I could only see her head and shoulders. Determined to take things further, I went straight to the jacuzzi and sat on the edge. I only wanted to see Mom's breasts completely unobstructed, but the result shocked me. As I sat on the edge, Mom reached out and turned off all the switches. Fifteen seconds—just fifteen seconds—the water became crystal clear, allowing me to see Mom's naked body completely, and giving me the greatest lust I'd ever felt! Mom invited me to join her in the tub, and I readily agreed, immediately wanting to get in. Mom stopped me, telling me to take off my pants because she wasn't wearing anything either. I nodded in agreement but told her I couldn't peek. Mom glared at me and spat, "You brat!" The captivating charm in her expression reignited my pent-up excitement. Then, Mom turned her head to the other side, but kept her eyes glued to the stained glass window, watching my reflection in the water! I had finally realized part of my fantasy of interacting with Mom—it was wonderful! Entering the bathtub, I wanted a back massage, so I sat down next to Mom, turned on the water, and we described our sensations to each other. Then we sat quietly, relaxing and enjoying a moment of comfort. Mom then casually remarked that the water massage on her neck felt amazing! Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew my chance had come. I moved to a comfortable position and said, "Let me show you what's truly soothing for your neck!" I reached out and pulled my mother into my arms, one arm around her shoulder, the other under her knees. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her right breast pressed against my chest. This physical contact between mother and son was novel and stimulating, instantly arousing my lust, and my penis immediately became erect. My mother's face showed a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and lust at my actions. Her heart must have been just as turbulent as mine! I told her to lean her head back and rest it on my arm, and relax. I helped her adjust her position, letting the water massage her neck. She completely let me do as I pleased. Because of the position, both her breasts were above the water, allowing me to admire them freely. They were truly beautiful and alluring, full and round, with upturned nipples the size of my thumb, already swollen and erect from lust, like peaches on an altar. My mother closed her eyes and moaned softly, "Mmm! Mmm! This neck massage feels so good! Mmm!" Both mother and son knew that the massage effect of the water wasn't that strong; rather, they were testing each other's passion and desire. In truth, they were both burning with desire, but due to societal norms, they didn't know how to break through that barrier and were exploring each other. My mother used my hand as a cradle, allowing me to move her body freely in the water. So, I then made my mother float, because simply gazing at her breasts was no longer enough; I wanted to take it a step further.This reminded me of my planned steps—to have Mom leave the bath within minutes, followed by intense sex to achieve her first orgasm. I told Mom that if massaging her neck felt so good, massaging her lower back would feel even better. Before she could answer, I floated her to the surface and positioned her hips where the water jets could reach, letting the water massage her. As this sensation stimulated her labia, massaged her vulva, and impacted her entrance, Mom clung tightly to me, spreading her legs wider and rubbing her nipples against mine. Soon, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning and writhing loudly. Seeing this, I knew Mom was enjoying herself and wouldn't be satisfied with just that. I moved her legs out and placed them on the edge of the bath, still holding her shoulder with my left hand, both to position her facing the water jets and to prevent her from drowning. My free hand then began to gently caress her body. First, I reached behind her and pressed her mouth against mine, beginning our passionate kiss. At first, our lips sucked tightly, then our tongues explored and intertwined. Simultaneously, my hands moved, caressing her neck, sliding down her shoulders, and reaching for her breasts, gently stroking, kneading, and squeezing them, sliding and caressing them again and again. My mother's nipples were long and elastic, as thick as my thumb when erect, which greatly intrigued me. I repeatedly pressed down and released both nipples, letting them bounce back up, then gently pinched and twisted them with my thumb and forefinger. Next, I grasped her breasts and squeezed upwards, raising the nipples, then released and pinched and twisted them again, until they were hard before moving on to the other breast. I alternated caressing and kneading her breasts until both nipples were as hard as they could possibly be! He gently stroked and slid down from her breasts, not missing an inch of skin, touching her abdomen and pubic hair. His lips moved in rhythm with his hands, licking and sucking until he reached her right nipple. He gently combed her pubic hair with his fingers, over and over again, sliding his hand down after each stroke, cupping his hand around her vulva. After combing her pubic hair, he slid his hand down, caressing her thick labia. He gently slid his middle finger between her labia from top to bottom, then back up, and then pinched and kneaded her labia with his thumb and middle finger. Finally, he used his index and middle fingers to separate her labia, allowing the vaginal fluid to directly rinse her vulva. This final stimulation brought her desire to its peak, and she reached orgasm, with spasms and moans. She experienced an unforgettable orgasm that was magical, stimulating, beautiful, and exhilarating, many times more intense than any she had ever experienced before! As the climax gradually subsided, we kept changing positions so that Mom could comfortably snuggle in my arms. I wondered if, after returning to the present situation, Mom would leave out of guilt and rush back to her room to regret it, or would she stay and further develop our intimate sexual relationship? The answer was soon revealed: Mom reached out her soft hand and gently caressed, rubbed, and played with my hard, throbbing penis! We sat in the jacuzzi, playing with each other, passionately kissing, caressing, touching, exploring every inch of each other's skin. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I flipped my mother over, grabbed her breasts tightly, and pushed her towards the edge of the tub. As her breasts floated to the surface, I eagerly thrust my hot, large penis into her wet breasts. I thrust five or six times, trying to penetrate her, but all I felt was excitement; I couldn't find the right path. Finally, my mother reached between her legs, guided my penis, and successfully inserted it into her opening. I had originally wanted to delay my climax so that my mother could have another one, but to be honest, our first time having sex, I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds! Ever since that first incestuous encounter, my mother would come to my bedroom every holiday, and we would have sex all day long. The next day, after my father left for work, we would continue our passionate caresses and sex! Needless to say, I skipped class that day! (The End)

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