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MOM IN THE JACUZZIIt was not until I aim my first erotic story some mothers and sons, that my florists chrysanthemum became my object of desire. I cannot describe my Mother as a sex goddess. She is the typical forty-something, with brownish hair and eyes, rough five foot and two inches tall, and weights 130 lbs. Mom just oozes motherhood. Her one enduring physical quality is her big breast. Theyre not large. Theyre just really nice. So now each sons dilemma, how do you form your mother? I kept a small collection of magazines about family encounters to fuel my imagination and to help plan the ultimate seduction. I fantasized about many scenarios with my Mom, but one of my biggest fears was that my Mom or Dad would incur the magazines. Fortunately, as an only child, I was spoiled with a large sleeping room and bath in the full-basement of my parents ranch style home. I had plenty of privacy, which is weighty to a college student living at home. The only draw brook was that the laundry room was located between my room and the bath, and about triple times a week, I had to endure my Mom doing laundry, while I tried to sleep. After four years of fantasizing, opportunity knocked. I was rest in the middle of our living room, massaging Moms shoulders, while talking with both my parents. nil erotic about the massage, it was just a chance for me to touch my Mother. I mentioned that Mom should get in the Jacuzzi. I said, that I had not been in the tub for months, and I asked Dad if the water was ready. He replied that the tub was plum and ready for use. My Mom then said, that she got into the tub every day. I responded by questioning when, and stated, that I havent seen any bathing suites hanging up to dry. She replied, every morning when your Dad leaves for work, and that she doesnt wear a bathing suite. My mind started race with images of my Mom skinny dipping in the hot tub, and me sleeping through the intact thing. As luck would have it the next two d ays were Saturday and Sunday, and my atomic number 91 was home. Monday morning I was standing at my bedroom door auditory sense to my Dad drive off to work. A few minutes later, I heard my Mom walk out side heading for the Jacuzzi.