Mom in the jacuzzi

Before I even 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, with brown hair and eyes, five feet two inches tall, weighing 130 pounds, she exuded maternal allure. The most attractive part of her body was her full breasts—not that they were huge, but rather that they were incredibly alluring, attractive, and beautiful!

The biggest dilemma for a son with such a mother is: how to seduce and rape his own mother?

My strategy was to collect as many newspaper and magazine articles as possible about incest to enrich my imagination and help me carry out my final plan of seduction.

I fantasized about all sorts of scenarios that might happen between me and my mother, and then drafted, revised, and rehearsed my countermeasures.

However, my biggest worry was that if my father or mother found out about those magazines, everything would be over. Fortunately, I am my parents' only child, so I have an entire basement floor in their farmhouse-style house, a spacious bedroom, a private bathroom, and most importantly, complete privacy, which is extremely important to a college student.

The only drawback was that the washing machine was located between the bedroom and the bathroom, so three times a week I had to endure the noise of my mother doing laundry, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

After fantasizing and imagining 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 immediately go to the jacuzzi, emphasizing that the jacuzzi 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 very clean and usable anytime.

My mother then said that she went into the jacuzzi every day for a massage. I asked suspiciously what the dates and times were, and why I had never seen her wearing a bathrobe to dry.

Mom replied that she goes into the bathtub every morning when Dad leaves for work, and she does not wear a bathrobe.

I immediately had lewd fantasies about Mom being immersed in the tub, and I even thought about it when I went to sleep.

Then it was Saturday and Sunday, and Dad was home on holiday, so I used those two days to simulate my plan.

On Monday morning, I stood quietly at the bedroom door, listening intently. 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 my mother had entered the bathtub before I tiptoed outside to peek at her. From my position, I could only see my mother's back. Fifteen minutes later, my 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 I got up and left.

The next morning, I waited to peep again. Knowing what I was doing, I calmly stared at my mother's breasts as she came out of the bath. They weren't huge, but full and glossy, showing no signs of sagging—very alluring. Her nipples were soft and not erect, but I could easily imagine how enormous they would be when erect.

Then, as usual, my mother 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 the story, I suddenly heard my mother's footsteps coming down the basement stairs. Worried about her reaction, I immediately jumped up, left 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 robe she had been wearing earlier, and seeing this, my mind was filled with fantasies of her naked body.

My mother started the washing machine, turned around, and walked back up the stairs. But when she reached the bathroom, she stopped and picked up one of my family magazines, which we had left behind when we rushed out of the bathroom. The muscles all over my body were tense and tense, and I lay quietly on the bed without daring to move, waiting for my mother's reaction.

Will she burst into the room angrily and question me? Would she let it go as childish behavior during adolescence? Would she read the content and know that it was all about "incest"? Do you even know that there is an article about "mother and son" about incest?

My mother stared at 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 changed to surprise, and finally, excitement. After about fifty or sixty pages, she reached into her robe and began rubbing her vulva. It was a pity 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 of "incest between mother and son," because she would look up at me every few seconds, then look up again every few seconds. I really wanted to roll over and show my mother my raging, hard penis, but I restrained myself and continued to lie there and watch.

My mother continued reading. A few minutes later, she looked up and stared at me intently, then her whole body began to tremble. I knew she had reached orgasm, enjoying a special, silent climax 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 the erotic magazine about incestuous stories, but 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. Instead of putting the two magazines back in their hiding place, I placed them on the magazine rack next to the toilet, plucked a hair to mark the location, and then went to class as if nothing had happened.

When I got home, I was excited to find my pubic 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. Since no one was home, she probably masturbated again and again without restraint, like running a marathon!

That night, when I said goodnight to my parents, my mother kissed my lips. It was the first time since I knew about 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 arouse me and make me feel extremely aroused. I masturbated twice before finally falling asleep!

On Wednesday morning, I waited until my father left for work and my mother went into the jacuzzi before going into the kitchen. I poured a glass of orange juice and went to the carved glass to peek at my mother in the jacuzzi.

The swirling water and the bubbles it created obscured my view of her body. I opened the back door and asked my mother 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, she stared intently at my visibly erect silk elastic underwear.

Turning back to my room, I changed my mind at the basement door and headed towards the jacuzzi.

As soon as I got in position, I eagerly looked at my mother, and what I saw left me speechless.

My mother's two beautiful breasts emerged from the water, a stream of water massaging her vulva. I was even more surprised to see my mother reach out and play with her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them until they were fully erect. Only then did I realize that my mother's nipples were large and long. As lust stimulated her whole body, my mother lowered her head and licked her nipples. A few minutes later, my mother reached orgasm. I saw her grip the edge of the bathtub tightly with one hand, while the other hand reached out to knead her vulva.

She spread her labia with her hand, letting the jet of water directly rub her vulva, slowly closed her eyes, and her whole body began to tremble slightly, reaching a lustful climax, with soft moans coming from her mouth.

After the climax, Mom lay back in the bathtub, relaxing her body, which was tense from the stimulation of lust. I also went back to the bedroom to relax my body, which was tense from the excitement of lust!

Before going to school, I deliberately didn't make my bed and put a new incestuous erotic magazine under my pillow. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found that my bed was clean and tidy, and the magazine was under my pillow.

That night, my mother praised me several times, saying I had "grown into a charming and handsome young man." She kissed my lips twice while I was saying goodnight. Although it was just a light touch on my lips, not a French kiss, it was still precious because my mother used to only kiss my cheeks, not my lips!

I woke up early Thursday morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so I 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 before going to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice. Before reaching 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.

Determined to take things a step further, I walked directly to the jacuzzi and sat down on the edge. My intention was simply to peek at my mother's breasts without any covering, but what I saw next shocked me deeply.

As I sat on the edge, my mother reached out and turned off all the switches. Fifteen seconds—just fifteen seconds—the water became crystal clear, allowing me to see my mother's completely naked body, and giving me the greatest, most intense lust I had ever felt!

My mother invited me to join her in the tub, and I readily agreed, immediately trying 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 her not to peek. My mother rolled her eyes at me and spat, "You brat!" The sheer charm of 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, watching my reflection in the water!

I had finally realized part of my fantasies about interacting with Mom—it was wonderful! Entering the bathtub, I wanted a back massage, so I sat down next to Mom. We turned it on, and Mom and I shared our sensations, then sat quietly, relaxing and enjoying a moment of comfort.

Then Mom said softly, "The feeling of the water massaging my neck is absolutely amazing!" Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew the opportunity had arrived. I moved myself into a suitable position and said,

"Let me show you what feels best for your neck!"

I reached out and pulled my mother into my arms, one arm around her shoulder, the other inside her knees. My mother's arms 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 also showed expressions of pleasure, surprise, and lust at my actions. My mother's heart must have been just as excited as mine!

I asked my mother to lean her head back on my arm and relax. I helped her adjust her position, letting the water massage her neck.

My mother completely let me do as I pleased. Because of her position, both her breasts were above the water's surface throughout the process, allowing me to admire them at will. They were truly beautiful and alluring, full and round with erect nipples the size of my thumb, already swollen and erect from her arousal, resembling 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 massage effect of the water wasn't that strong; rather, they were exploring each other's passionate teasing. They were both burning with desire, but bound by societal norms, unsure how to break through the barrier, and thus exploring one another.

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 her first orgasm.

I told my mother that if massaging her neck made her feel so good, then massaging her lower back must feel even better. Before she could answer, I floated her to the surface and moved her plump vulva into the water's spray, letting the water massage her vulva.

As this sensation stimulated her labia, massaged her vulva, and penetrated her vagina, she hugged me tightly, spreading her legs wider, and rubbing her nipples against mine. Soon after, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning and writhing loudly without restraint.

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 tub, still holding her shoulder with my left hand. This way, I could move her to face the water jets and prevent her from drowning. My free hand then began to gently caress her body.

First, I reached behind her head and pressed her mouth against mine, and we began a passionate kiss. At first, our lips were tightly sucking on each other, then our tongues explored and intertwined. At the same time, my hands began to move, stroking her neck, sliding down to her shoulders, and reaching for her breasts, gently caressing, rubbing, and squeezing them, sliding, caressing, and kneading them again and again. My mother's nipples were long and elastic, as thick as my thumb when they stood up, which greatly interested me. I kept pressing down on both nipples and then releasing them to let them bounce up, pressing down and bouncing up, and then gently pinching and twisting them with my thumb and forefinger. Then I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them upwards, squeezing the nipples high, then releasing them and pinching and twisting them again, until the nipples were hard before I moved on to the other breast. I took turns caressing and kneading her breasts until both nipples were as hard as they could possibly be! I

slowly and gently stroked and slid down from her breasts, not missing an inch of her skin, caressing her abdomen, touching her pubic hair, and my lips moved in rhythm with my hands, until I licked and sucked my mother's right nipple. I gently combed my mother's pubic hair with my fingers, over and over again, and each time I finished combing, I slid my hand down, cupped my palm and took my mother's vulva in my mouth. After combing her pubic hair, I slid my hand down, caressing my mother's thick labia, and gently slid my middle finger down between the two labia, then up again after reaching the bottom. Then I pinched and kneaded her labia with my thumb and middle finger, and then separated the two labia with my index and middle fingers, letting the water directly wash the vulva.

This final stimulation brought Mom's desire to its peak, and she reached orgasm, her body convulsing and moaning.

She experienced a magical, stimulating, wonderful, and exhilarating orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt before!

As the orgasm subsided, we kept changing positions so Mom could comfortably nestle in my arms. I wondered if, back in the present situation, Mom would feel guilty and leave, rushing back to her room to regret it, or would she stay and further develop our intimate sexual relationship?

The answer was immediately revealed: Mom reached out her soft hand and gently caressed, kneaded, and played with my hard, throbbing penis!

We sat in the jacuzzi, playing with each other, kissing passionately, caressing, touching, and 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 immediately and impatiently thrust my hot, large glans into her wet vulva. I tried to fuck her five or six times, but all I felt was excitement; I couldn't find the way. In the end, my mother reached between her legs, held my penis, and guided it to the opening, allowing for a smooth insertion.

I originally wanted to delay my climax so that my mother could have another one, but to be honest, during our first time having sex, I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds!

Ever since that first time we had incestuous sex, my mother would come to my bedroom every weekend, and we would have sex and make love all day long. The next day, after my father left for work, we would continue our lingering caresses and making love!

Needless to say, I skipped class that day!

Before I read my first erotic novel about incest between mother and son, I had already fantasized about my mother as my sexual object. I can't describe her in detail because she's like a sex goddess. Around forty years old, with brown hair and eyes, five feet two inches tall and weighing 130 pounds, she exudes maternal charm. The most attractive feature of her figure is her full breasts—not that they are huge, but rather that they are incredibly alluring, attractive, and beautiful!

The biggest dilemma for a son with a mother like this is: how to seduce his own mother?

My strategy was to collect as many newspaper and magazine articles as possible about incest to enrich my imagination and help me carry out my final plan of seduction.

I fantasized about all sorts of scenarios that might happen between me and my mother, and then drafted, revised, and rehearsed my countermeasures.

However, my biggest worry was that if my father or mother found out about those magazines, everything would be over. Fortunately, I am my parents' only child, so I have an entire basement floor in their farmhouse-style house, a spacious bedroom, a private bathroom, and most importantly, complete privacy, which is extremely important to a college student.

The only drawback was that the washing machine was located between the bedroom and the bathroom, so three times a week I had to endure the noise of my mother doing laundry, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.

After fantasizing and imagining 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 immediately go to the jacuzzi, emphasizing that the jacuzzi 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 very clean and usable anytime.

My mother then said that she went into the jacuzzi every day for a massage. I asked suspiciously what the dates and times were, and why I had never seen her wearing a bathrobe to dry.

Mom replied that she goes into the bathtub every morning when Dad leaves for work, and she does not wear a bathrobe.

I immediately had lewd fantasies about Mom being immersed in the tub, and I even thought about it when I went to sleep.

Then it was Saturday and Sunday, and Dad was home on holiday, so I used those two days to simulate my plan.

On Monday morning, I stood quietly at the bedroom door, listening intently. 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 my mother had entered the bathtub before I tiptoed outside to peek at her. From my position, I could only see my mother's back. Fifteen minutes later, my 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 I got up and left.

The next morning, I waited to peep again. Knowing what I was doing, I calmly stared at my mother's breasts as she came out of the bath. They weren't huge, but full and glossy, showing no signs of sagging—very alluring. Her nipples were soft and not erect, but I could easily imagine how enormous they would be when erect.

Then, as usual, my mother 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 the story, I suddenly heard my mother's footsteps coming down the basement stairs. Worried about her reaction, I immediately jumped up, left 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 robe she had been wearing earlier, and seeing this, my mind was filled with fantasies of her naked body.

My mother started the washing machine, turned around, and walked back up the stairs. But when she reached the bathroom, she stopped and picked up one of my family magazines, which we had left behind when we rushed out of the bathroom. The muscles all over my body were tense and tense, and I lay quietly on the bed without daring to move, waiting for my mother's reaction.

Will she burst into the room angrily and question me? Would she let it go as childish behavior during adolescence? Would she read the content and know that it was all about "incest"? Do you even know that there is an article about "mother and son" about incest?

My mother stared at 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 changed to surprise, and finally, excitement. After about fifty or sixty pages, she reached into her robe and began rubbing her vulva. It was a pity 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 of "incest between mother and son," because she would look up at me every few seconds, then look up again every few seconds. I really wanted to roll over and show my mother my raging, hard penis, but I restrained myself and continued to lie there and watch.

My mother continued reading. A few minutes later, she looked up and stared at me intently, then her whole body began to tremble. I knew she had reached orgasm, enjoying a special, silent climax 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 the erotic magazine about incestuous stories, but 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. Instead of putting the two magazines back in their hiding place, I placed them on the magazine rack next to the toilet, plucked a hair to mark the location, and then went to class as if nothing had happened.

When I got home, I was excited to find my pubic 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. Since no one was home, she probably masturbated again and again without restraint, like running a marathon!

That night, when I said goodnight to my parents, my mother kissed my lips. It was the first time since I knew about 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 arouse me and make me feel extremely aroused. I masturbated twice before finally falling asleep!

On Wednesday morning, I waited until my father left for work and my mother went into the jacuzzi before going into the kitchen. I poured a glass of orange juice and went to the carved glass to peek at my mother in the jacuzzi.

The swirling water and the bubbles it created obscured my view of her body. I opened the back door and asked my mother 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, she stared intently at my visibly erect silk elastic underwear.

Turning back to my room, I changed my mind at the basement door and headed towards the jacuzzi.

As soon as I got in position, I eagerly looked at my mother, and what I saw left me speechless.

My mother's two beautiful breasts emerged from the water, a stream of water massaging her vulva. I was even more surprised to see my mother reach out and play with her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them until they were fully erect. Only then did I realize that my mother's nipples were large and long. As lust stimulated her whole body, my mother lowered her head and licked her nipples. A few minutes later, my mother reached orgasm. I saw her grip the edge of the bathtub tightly with one hand, while the other hand reached out to knead her vulva.

She spread her labia with her hand, letting the jet of water directly rub her vulva, slowly closed her eyes, and her whole body began to tremble slightly, reaching a lustful climax, with soft moans coming from her mouth.

After her climax, Mom lay back in the bathtub, relaxing her body, which was tense from the stimulation of lust. I also went back to my bedroom to ease the tension in my body caused by sexual arousal.

Before going to school, I deliberately didn't make my bed and put a new incestuous erotic 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, Mom praised me several times, saying I had "grown into a charming and handsome young man." She kissed me twice on the lips while I said goodnight. Although it was just a light touch, not a passionate French kiss, it was still precious because Mom had always only kissed my cheeks, not my lips!

I woke up early Thursday morning and couldn't fall back asleep, so I just played with my big dick out of boredom. I finally managed to get through until my dad went to work and my mom went into the jacuzzi. I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of orange juice. Before I got to the kitchen, I stopped in front of the stained glass window to peek at my mom. The bubbles covered her up, and I could only see her head and shoulders.

Determined to take things a step further, I walked directly to the jacuzzi and sat down on the edge. My intention was simply to peek at my mother's breasts without any covering, but what I saw next shocked me deeply.

As I sat on the edge, my mother reached out and turned off all the switches. Fifteen seconds—just fifteen seconds—the water became crystal clear, allowing me to see my mother's completely naked body, and giving me the greatest, most intense lust I had ever felt!

My mother invited me to join her in the tub, and I readily agreed, immediately trying 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 her not to peek. My mother rolled her eyes at me and spat, "You brat!" The sheer charm of 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, watching my reflection in the water!

I had finally realized part of my fantasies about interacting with Mom—it was wonderful! Entering the bathtub, I wanted a back massage, so I sat down next to Mom. We turned it on, and Mom and I shared our sensations, then sat quietly, relaxing and enjoying a moment of comfort.

Then Mom said softly, "The feeling of the water massaging my neck is absolutely amazing!" Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew the opportunity had arrived. I moved myself into a suitable position and said,

"Let me show you what feels best for your neck!"

I reached out and pulled my mother into my arms, one arm around her shoulder, the other inside her knees. My mother's arms 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 also showed expressions of pleasure, surprise, and lust at my actions. My mother's heart must have been just as excited as mine!

I asked my mother to lean her head back on my arm and relax. I helped her adjust her position, letting the water massage her neck.

My mother completely let me do as I pleased. Because of her position, both her breasts were above the water's surface throughout the process, allowing me to admire them at will. They were truly beautiful and alluring, full and round with erect nipples the size of my thumb, already swollen and erect from her arousal, resembling 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 massage effect of the water wasn't that strong; rather, they were exploring each other's passionate teasing. They were both burning with desire, but bound by societal norms, unsure how to break through the barrier, and thus exploring one another.

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 her first orgasm.

I told my mother that if massaging her neck made her feel so good, then massaging her lower back must feel even better. Before she could answer, I floated her to the surface and moved her plump vulva into the water's spray, letting the water massage her vulva.

As this sensation stimulated her labia, massaged her vulva, and penetrated her vagina, she hugged me tightly, spreading her legs wider, and rubbing her nipples against mine. Soon after, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning and writhing loudly without restraint.

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 tub, still holding her shoulder with my left hand. This way, I could move her to face the water jets and prevent her from drowning. My free hand then began to gently caress her body.

First, I reached behind her head and pressed her mouth against mine, and we began a passionate kiss. At first, our lips were tightly sucking on each other, then our tongues explored and intertwined. At the same time, my hands began to move, stroking her neck, sliding down to her shoulders, and reaching for her breasts, gently caressing, rubbing, and squeezing them, sliding, caressing, and kneading them again and again. My mother's nipples were long and elastic, as thick as my thumb when they stood up, which greatly interested me. I kept pressing down on both nipples and then releasing them to let them bounce up, pressing down and bouncing up, and then gently pinching and twisting them with my thumb and forefinger. Then I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them upwards, squeezing the nipples high, then releasing them and pinching and twisting them again, until the nipples were hard before I moved on to the other breast. I took turns caressing and kneading her breasts until both nipples were as hard as they could possibly be! I

slowly and gently stroked and slid down from her breasts, not missing an inch of her skin, caressing her abdomen, touching her pubic hair, and my lips moved in rhythm with my hands, until I licked and sucked my mother's right nipple. I gently combed my mother's pubic hair with my fingers, over and over again, and each time I finished combing, I slid my hand down, cupped my palm and took my mother's vulva in my mouth. After combing her pubic hair, I slid my hand down, caressing my mother's thick labia, and gently slid my middle finger down between the two labia, then up again after reaching the bottom. Then I pinched and kneaded her labia with my thumb and middle finger, and then separated the two labia with my index and middle fingers, letting the water directly wash the vulva.

This final stimulation brought Mom's desire to its peak, and she reached orgasm, her body convulsing and moaning.

She experienced a magical, stimulating, wonderful, and exhilarating orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt before!

As the orgasm subsided, we kept changing positions so Mom could comfortably nestle in my arms. I wondered if, back in the present situation, Mom would feel guilty and leave, rushing back to her room to regret it, or would she stay and further develop our intimate sexual relationship?

The answer was immediately revealed: Mom reached out her soft hand and gently caressed, kneaded, and played with my hard, throbbing penis!

We sat in the jacuzzi, playing with each other, kissing passionately, caressing, touching, and 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 immediately and impatiently thrust my hot, large glans into her wet vulva. I tried to fuck her five or six times, but all I felt was excitement; I couldn't find the way. In the end, my mother reached between her legs, held my penis, and guided it to the opening, allowing for a smooth insertion.

I originally wanted to delay my climax so that my mother could have another one, but to be honest, during our first time having sex, I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds!

Ever since that first time we had incestuous sex, my mother would come to my bedroom every weekend, and we would have sex and enjoy ourselves all day long. The next day, after my father left for work, we would continue our lingering caresses and sex!

Needless to say, I skipped class that day!

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