Mom in the Jacuzzi (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

MOM IN THE JACUZZI

Translation: Camel Xiangzi (1998/05/12)

Layout: Yimu

Before I read my first erotic novel about mother-son incest, I had already fantasized about my mother as a sex object. I cannot describe her in detail because she is like a sexy goddess. She is about 40 years old, with brown hair and eyes, 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 130 pounds. She exudes maternal charm. The most attractive part of her figure is probably her plump breasts. It’s not that her breasts are huge, but they make her look very charming, very attractive and very beautiful!

The biggest dilemma for a son with a mother like this is: how can he seduce his mother? My countermeasure was to collect as many newspapers and magazines as possible that reported on family incest in order to enrich my imagination and help realize my ultimate seduction plan. I imagined all sorts of scenarios that might happen between my mother and me, and then drafted countermeasures and modified my scenarios.

But the biggest worry is: if my dad or mom finds those magazines, everything will be over. Fortunately, I am the only child of my parents, so I can have the entire basement of their farmhouse-style house all to myself, with a spacious bedroom, independent bathroom facilities, and most importantly, complete privacy, which is something that is extremely important for a college student. The only drawback is that the washing machine is placed between the bedroom and the bathroom, so three times a week I have to endure the sound of my mother washing clothes and cannot sleep peacefully.

After four years of fantasy simulation, the opportunity finally came. That day, I was chatting with my parents in the living room while I massaged my mother's shoulders - of course it was not an erotic massage, it just gave me a chance to touch my mother - I suggested that my mother should go to the jacuzzi for a massage immediately, and emphasized that the jacuzzi had not been used for a month. I turned around and asked my dad if the water in the bathtub was clean? Dad said the water is very clean and can be used at any time. My mother then said that she went into the pool for massage every day. I asked suspiciously what the date and time were. Why have I never seen a bathrobe being hung out to dry? Mom replied that she would go into the bathtub every morning when Dad went to work, and she would go in without wearing a bathrobe. I immediately had obscene fantasies in my mind about my mother immersed in the pool, and I even thought about it while sleeping. Then came Saturday and Sunday, when my dad was resting at home and I used these two days to simulate the plan.

On Monday morning, I stood quietly at the bedroom door and listened. I heard Dad drive away for work. A few minutes later, Mom walked outside and headed for the bathtub. I kept track of the time in my mind, expecting Mom to have entered the bathtub. I tiptoed outside and spied on Mom. From my position, I could only see Mom's back. Fifteen minutes later, my chance came. Mom turned to me, dried herself, and put on a dressing gown. I immediately rushed back to the bedroom and masturbated until thick semen spurted out. After the thick semen spurted out, I lay down comfortably, savoring the taste and panting, and only got up and went out when it was almost time for class.

The next morning I waited and peeped again. I had an idea in my mind, so when my mother came out of the bathtub, I calmly stared at her breasts. My mother's breasts were not huge, but full and shiny, without any signs of sagging. They were very charming. Her nipples were soft and not erect, but I could easily imagine how huge they would be when they were erect. Then Mom dried me and put on her dressing gown facing me. After watching it, I immediately ran back to my room and masturbated.

This time I changed to masturbating in the bathroom because I wanted to ejaculate directly into the toilet to save the trouble of cleaning. Grab two magazines from the bookshelf and prepare to masturbate while enjoying them. When I was halfway through the 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.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, peeking outside through the slits of his eyes. Mom walked through the bathroom and into the laundry room. She looked at me naturally, thinking I was still asleep. Mom was still wearing the same dressing gown she had just worn. Seeing her like this, my mind was filled with fantasies about her naked body. Mom started the washing machine, turned and walked back up the stairs, but stopped in front of the bathroom and picked up a family magazine of mine that I had left behind when we rushed out of the bathroom. All my muscles were tense and I lay quietly on the bed, not daring to move, waiting for my mother's reaction. Would she burst into the room in a rage and interrogate me? Would she dismiss it as adolescent childish behavior and let it go? Will she read the contents and know that they are all stories about "incest"? Did you even know there was an article about incest between mother and son?

After reading my erotic magazines about incest stories, my mother was not angry but became aroused. I knew that in order to achieve my goal, I had to add fuel to the fire and stir up her desire even more. Instead of putting the two magazines back to their hiding place, I placed them on the magazine rack next to the toilet, pulled out a hair to mark the location, and went to class as if nothing had happened. After returning home, I was excited to find that the hair was gone and the magazine was upside down. Mom had boldly read my obscene and incestuous erotic magazine. Mom must have been burning with passion all afternoon. Since no one was at home, she must have masturbated without hesitation over and over again, just like running a marathon! When I said goodnight to my parents that night, my mother kissed me on the lips. It was the first time since I knew her. Although it was not a passionate kiss, but just a kiss on the lips instead of a kiss on the cheek, it made me very excited and lustful. I masturbated twice before I slowly fell asleep!

On Wednesday morning, I waited until Dad left for work and Mom entered the Jacuzzi before I walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of orange juice, and walked to the carved 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 replied no and asked me what I was doing up so early. I lied a little and told Mom I was studying for a quiz, and the whole time she stared at my visibly erect silk bullet briefs.

I turned around and walked back to the room. At the basement door, I changed my mind and went to peek at the jacuzzi. As soon as I was in position, I couldn't wait to see my mother, but this peek left me stunned. My mother's two beautiful breasts were exposed above the water, and a wave of water was massaging her pussy. I was even more surprised to see my mother reaching out to play with her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them until they were fully erect. Only then did I realize that my mother's nipples were big and long. When lust stimulated her whole body, my mother lowered her head and licked her nipples. A few minutes later, my mother reached a climax. I saw her holding the edge of the bathtub tightly with one hand, and stretching out the other to rub her pussy. Use your hands to spread your labia, allowing the water stream to directly hit the opening of your vagina. Slowly close your eyes, your whole body begins to tremble gently, reaching a climax of lust, and moaning slightly. After the climax, my mother lay back in the bathtub and relaxed her whole body which was tense due to sexual stimulation. I also walked back to the bedroom and relaxed my tense body caused by sexual excitement!

I deliberately didn't make my bed before going to school and put a new incest erotic magazine under my pillow. When I got home from school in the afternoon, I found that my bed was made neatly and the magazine was under my pillow. That night, my mother praised me several times for "growing up to be a charming and handsome man" and kissed me on the lips twice when I said good night. Although it was just a touch on my lips and not a French kiss, it was still precious because my mother used to only kiss my cheeks and not my lips!

I finally realized part of my fantasy of interacting with my mom, it’s awesome! When I entered the bathtub, I wanted to have a back massage, so I sat down next to my mother, turned on the switch, and my mother and I talked to each other about how our bodies felt. Then we sat quietly, relaxed ourselves, and enjoyed a few moments of comfort. Then my mother said lightly, it feels great to have the water waves massaging my neck! Although it was just an unconscious remark, I knew the opportunity had come. I moved myself into the appropriate position and said, "Let me show you what is most comfortable for your neck! 』

I stretched out my arms and hugged my mother in my arms, with one hand around her shoulders and the other hand reaching between her knees. My mother put her hands around my neck and her right breast pressed against my chest. This kind of physical contact between mother and son was fresh and stimulating, which aroused my lust and made my penis erect immediately. In response to my action, my mother's face also showed expressions of joy, surprise and lust. My mother must be as excited as I am!

I asked Mom to lean her head back on my arms and relax. I helped my mother, who was half lying down, adjust her position so that the water waves could massage her neck back and forth. My mother let me play with her completely. Because of her posture, both breasts were exposed above the water during the whole process, allowing me to admire them at will. They were really beautiful and attractive, plump and round, with thumb-sized nipples upturned at the front. The nipples were already erect due to her sexual arousal, just like fairy peaches on the altar. My mother closed her eyes and moaned softly: "Hmm! Um! This neck massage is so comfortable! Um! 』

Both mother and son knew that the massage power of water was not that strong, but they were trying to tease each other passionately. In fact, both of them were already burning with desire, but due to the constraints of etiquette, they did not know how to break through this barrier and explore each other. Mom lay with my hands as a cradle, which allowed me to move her body freely in the water, so I then let Mom float completely, because just gazing at Mom's breasts was not enough, I wanted to go further.

This reminded me of the steps in my plan - at this point, Mom would leave the bathtub within a few minutes, and then mother and son would have intense sexual intercourse to achieve their first orgasm.

I told my mother that if massaging her neck made her so comfortable, then massaging her waist would be even more comfortable. Without waiting for my mother to answer, I floated her to the surface of the water and moved her fat pussy to a position where the water column could reach her, letting the water waves massage her pussy. When this feeling stimulated my mother's labia, massaged her vulva, and rushed into the vagina, my mother hugged me tightly and spread her legs further, constantly rubbing my nipples with her nipples. After a while, she rested her head on my shoulder, moaning loudly and twisting desperately. Seeing this scene, I knew that my mother was enjoying it and would not be satisfied just like this. I moved my mother's feet out and put them on the edge of the bathtub. I still held her shoulders with my left hand, so that I could move her to face the water column and prevent her from drowning in the water. The free hand began to gently caress my mother's body.

First, she reached her head and pressed her mouth against me, and we began a real passionate kiss. At first, our lips tightly sucked each other, then we stretched out our tongues to explore and entangle them. At the same time, our hands began to move, stroking the neck, sliding to the shoulders, and reaching to the breasts, gently stroking, kneading, pinching, sliding away, caressing, and kneading again and again. Mom's nipples are long and elastic, and when they stand up, they are as thick as the thumb, which very interested me. I kept pressing down and releasing the two nipples in turn to let them bounce up, press down and bounce up, then gently pinch and rotate them with the thumb and index finger, then grab the breast and squeeze it up to make the nipple higher, then let go and pinch and rotate the nipple again, until the nipple is hard before switching to the other breast to play with. I took turns caressing and kneading her breasts until both nipples were as hard as they could be!

I slowly and gently slide from the breasts downwards, not missing every inch of skin, until I stroke the abdomen and touch the pubic hair. My lips also lick and move with the rhythm of my hands until I lick and suck on my mother's right nipple. I gently comb my mother's pubic hair with my fingers, over and over again. Each time after combing, I slide down and cup my palm to hold my mother's pussy. After combing the pubic hair, my hand slides downwards, caressing my mother's thick labia. I use my middle finger to gently slide from top to bottom between the two labia, and then slide up again when it reaches the bottom. Then I pinch and knead the labia with my thumb and middle finger, and then use my index finger and middle finger to separate the two labia, allowing the water waves to directly wash the vaginal opening. This final stimulation brought my mother's desire to the highest point. My mother's climax came, with waves of twitching and moaning. Mom experienced an unforgettable orgasm that was so magical, exciting, wonderful and many times more exciting than ever before!

When the climax gradually subsided, we kept changing positions so that my mother could snuggle comfortably in my arms. I was thinking, after returning to the current state, would my mother leave and run back to her room in regret because of self-blame, or would she stay and further develop our intimate sexual relationship between mother and son? The answer was revealed immediately. My mother stretched out her soft hands to hold my hard and painful cock and gently caressed, rubbed, and played with it!

We sat in the jacuzzi and played with each other, kissing, caressing, touching, and exploring every inch of each other's skin. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and turned Mom over, grabbed Mom's breasts tightly with both hands, and pushed Mom to the edge of the bathtub. When Mom's fat pussy floated to the surface, I immediately couldn't wait to poke the hot and big glans into Mom's fat pussy full of love juice. I poked it five or six times to fuck Mom, but all I got was excitement, and I couldn't find the way. In the end, Mom reached her hand between her legs, held my big cock, and guided it to find the hole for smooth insertion. I originally wanted to delay the orgasm so that my mother could orgasm again, but to be honest, it was our first time having sexual intercourse, and I ejaculated in less than thirty seconds!

Ever since the first mother-son incest, my mother would come to my bedroom every holiday, and we would have sex and pleasure all day long. The next day when my father went out to work, we would continue the passionate caressing and sex pleasure of yesterday! Needless to say, I skipped class that day!

"over"