The moment she called herself "Mom," a powerful wave of taboo excitement rushed through both of us. Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the undertone was undeniably sinful.
She said it like she was already preparing for her future role as my mother-in-law, someone who would look after all my needs.
"Please come here, Mom," I said, my tone low and needy as I gestured with my hand for her to move closer, right beside me.
Emilia bit her lower lip and began moving through the water without standing up. She stayed submerged as she shifted positions, her thick, soft thighs brushing teasingly against mine underwater.
The contact was electric.
She moved carefully until she was right next to me on my right side, both of us now leaning against the marble edge of the jacuzzi. Her heavy, milky breasts floated near my arm, and her wide hips pressed lightly against my thigh.
She was so close now that I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
