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MOM IN THE JACUZZIIt was not until I read my first erotic story about(predicate) mothers and sons, that my Mom became my object of desire. I cannot describe my Mother as a sex goddess. She is the typical forty-something, with brown hair and eyes, about 5 foot and two inches tall, and weights 130 lbs. Mom just oozes motherhood. Her one enduring physical quality is her big breast. Theyre not outsized. Theyre just really nice. So this instant every sons dilemma, how do you seduce your mother? I kept a small collection of magazines about family encounters to fuel my imagination and to help plan the supreme seduction. I fantasized about many scenarios with my Mom, but one of my biggest fears was that my Mom or soda pop would find the magazines. Fortunately, as an only child, I was spoiled with a large bedroom and bath in the full-basement of my parents ranch style home. I had plenty of privacy, which is important to a college student living at home. The only draw book binding was that the laundry room was located between my room and the bath, and about three times a week, I had to endure my Mom doing laundry, while I tried and true to sleep. After four years of fantasizing, opportunity knocked. I was standing in the middle of our living room, massaging Moms shoulders, while talking with both my parents. Nothing 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 clean 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 clean 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 racing with images of my Mom skinny dipping in the hot tub, and me sleeping through the whole thing. As luck would hav e it the next two days were Saturday and Sunday, and my dad was home. Monday morning I was standing at my bedroom gate listening to my Dad drive off to work. A few minutes later, I heard my Mom walk out side heading for the Jacuzzi.