Incest in a jacuzzi

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Before I even read my first erotic novel about mother-son incest, I had already fantasized about my mother as a sexual object. I can't describe her in detail because she's like a sex goddess. Around forty years old, brown hair and eyes, five feet two inches tall, 130 pounds, exuding maternal allure. Her most attractive feature is her full breasts—not that they're huge, but they're incredibly alluring, attractive, and beautiful! The biggest dilemma for a son with a mother like this is: how to rape his own mother? My strategy is: to collect newspapers and magazines reporting on family incest to enrich my imagination and help me achieve my ultimate plan. I fantasize about all sorts of scenarios that might happen between me and my mother, then draft, revise, and rehearse my strategies. However, my biggest worry is: if my father or mother finds those magazines, everything will 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, making it impossible to sleep peacefully. After fantasizing about this for four years, 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 that she should 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 into the jacuzzi every day for a massage. I asked suspiciously what the dates and times were, and why I'd never seen her wearing a bathrobe. My mother replied that she went into the jacuzzi every morning when my father left for work, and she never wore a bathrobe. My mind immediately conjured up lewd fantasies of my mother immersed in the bathtub, and I even thought 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. I heard my father drive away to work. A few minutes later, my mother went outside and headed towards the bathtub. I mentally timed it, anticipating that she had entered the tub, before tiptoeing outside to spy on her. From my position, I could only see her back. Fifteen minutes later, the opportunity arrived. My mother turned to face me, dried herself, and put on her morning robe. I immediately rushed back to the bedroom and masturbated until a thick stream of semen gushed out. After ejaculating, I lay down comfortably, savoring the moment while panting, until it was almost time for class before getting up and leaving the house. The next morning, I waited to spy again. Knowing what I was doing, I calmly scrutinized my mother's breasts as she came out of the bath. Her breasts weren't large, 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 before, 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. My mother 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. Seeing this, my mind was filled 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 and picked up one of my family magazines. We'd left it behind when we rushed out of the bathroom. My muscles were tense; I lay quietly on the bed, afraid to move, 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? Mom stared at me for a moment, then lowered her head to read. At first, her expression seemed merely curious as she flipped through the pages, then it became one of surprise, and then excitement. After about fifty or sixty pages, Mom reached into her robe and began rubbing her vulva. Unfortunately, I couldn't see what was happening inside, but I knew exactly what she was doing. A few minutes later, she should have started reading the "incestuous mother-son" story, because she would look up at me every few seconds, then look up again after a few more seconds. I really wanted to roll over and show my mother my raging, hard penis, 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 orgasm, enjoying a special, silent orgasm where she could only gaze at me without daring to make a sound. After her orgasm, she immediately put the magazine back in the sink and hurriedly went upstairs and left. My mother had read my erotic magazine about incest, and instead of being angry, it had aroused her desire. I knew that to achieve my goal, I had to add fuel to the fire and incite her even greater lust. I not only didn't take the two magazines away...Instead of hiding the welfare video, I placed it on the magazine rack next to the toilet, plucked a hair to mark its location, and then went to class as if nothing had happened. When I got home, I was excited to find the hair gone and the magazine upside down. My mother had boldly read my obscene and incestuous erotic magazine. She must have been burning with passion all afternoon, because no one was home. She must have been masturbating again and again without worry, like running a marathon! That night, when I said goodnight to my parents, my mother kissed my lips. This was the first time since I knew about it, although it wasn't a passionate kiss, just a light kiss on the lips. A quick kiss on the cheek was enough to ignite my passion and heighten my desire; I masturbated twice before finally falling asleep! Wednesday morning, I waited until Dad left for work and Mom went into the jacuzzi before going into the kitchen. I poured 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 why I was up so early. I told her a little lie, saying 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 stream of water massaging her vulva. Even more astonishingly, I saw 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 stimulated by lust, 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 rub her opening, 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 stimulation. I also went back to the bedroom to soothe my own tense body, which had been aroused by lust. 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 my bed neatly made 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 lip kiss, not a French kiss, but it was still precious because my mother had always only kissed my cheek, not my lips! On Thursday morning, I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, so I just played with my big dick out of boredom. I finally managed to wait until my father went to work and my mother went into the jacuzzi. I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. Before I got to the kitchen, I stopped in front of the stained glass window to peek at my mother. The bubbles covered her, and I could only see her head and shoulders. I decided to make a breakthrough and went straight to the jacuzzi. I sat down on the edge of the tub. I just wanted to peek at her without any cover. My mother's breasts, however, gave me a tremendous shock. As I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my mother reached out and turned off all the switches. Fifteen seconds, just fifteen seconds later, the water became crystal clear, allowing me to see my mother's naked body completely, and giving me the greatest lust and passion of my life! My mother invited me to join her in the bath, and of course, I agreed without hesitation, immediately wanting to get in. My mother stopped me, telling me to take off my pants, because she was also naked. I nodded in agreement but told my mother not to peek. My mother glared at me and spat, "You brat!" "That expression, so full of charm, reignited my pent-up excitement. Then Mom turned her head to the other side, but kept staring at the stained glass window to see my reflection! I finally realized part of my fantasy of interacting with Mom, how wonderful! I wanted a back massage in the tub, so I sat down next to Mom, turned it on, and we talked about our body sensations. Then we sat quietly, relaxing and enjoying a moment of comfort. Then Mom said softly, 'The feeling of the water massaging my neck is amazing!' Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew my chance had come. I moved myself into the right 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 knee. 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 excited as mine! I told her to tilt her head back and rest it on my arm, to 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 the water's massage power wasn't that strong; it was more of a playful, experimental exploration. They were both burning with desire, but social conventions prevented them from breaking down the barriers, and they explored each other's bodies. My mother used my hand as a cradle, allowing me to move her body freely in the water. Then I let her float, because simply gazing at her breasts wasn't enough; I wanted to take it a step further. This reminded me of my planned steps—to have my mother leave the bath within minutes, followed by intense sex to achieve our first orgasm. I told my mother 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 vulva where the water jets could reach her, letting the water massage her vulva. As this sensation stimulated her labia, massaged her vulva, and penetrated her vagina, she clung tightly to me, spreading her legs wider and rubbing her nipples against mine. Soon, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning loudly and writhing uncontrollably. Seeing this, I knew she was enjoying herself and wouldn't be satisfied with just that. I moved her legs out and placed them on the edge of the tub, 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 followed the rhythm of his hands, licking and sucking until he reached her right nipple. He gently combed her pubic hair with his fingers, over and over again, each time sliding his hand down to cup 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, letting the water directly wash her vulva. This final stimulation brought her desire to its peak, and she reached orgasm, with spasms and moans. She experienced a magical, stimulating, beautiful, and exhilarating orgasm unlike any she had ever had before! As the climax subsided, we kept changing positions so that Mom could comfortably snuggle in my arms. I wondered if, back in the present situation, Mom would leave out of remorse and go 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. When her plump vulva surfaced, I eagerly thrust my hot, large glans into her wet, lustful vagina. 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, guiding my penis and leading it into her opening. I had originally wanted to delay my climax so that my mother could have another one, but to be honest, this was our first time having sex, and...I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds! Ever since that first instance of incestuous mother-son sex, my mother would come to my bedroom every holiday, and we'd have sex and indulge in lewd pleasure all day long. The next day, after my father left for work, we'd continue our passionate caresses and lewd pleasure from the previous day! Needless to say, I skipped school that day! [The End]

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