Annie often remembered that moment when she began to masturbate. She had been blessed with her own personal fun fair carnival, in the shape of her ridiculously sexy frame, and she spent a lot of time admiring the view.
But she had said she wanted a bath, so she was going to have a bath.
Hence, the reason she was lying in a tub of hot water, soapy bubbles covering her from her neck to her toes. Her eyes were closed, and she meditated for a few precious moments. She could feel the water lapping against her skin. Her hands were roaming slowly over her body, squeezing her breasts, stroking and caressing.
God, she was so turned on. It was like a fever. An infection. Her whole being was consumed by this raging, burning desire.
She hadn’t been entirely honest with herself earlier. She might indeed have a vague notion as to why she was getting so aroused these days. Why her body was so often consumed with erotic and obscene thoughts. Something was turning her on.
No, not something…someone.
And that someone was Greg.
Her son.
It had crept up on her, tip-toeing like a silent phantom in the night; in recent months she had developed something of a crush on the boy who was technically her youngest child. She had always been conscious of the fact he was a handsome kid. But in the last few years he had really filled out, zooming up in height, bulking up in muscle. Ray was a large, powerfully-built man, but Greg was rapidly outpacing him.
And he had a monster cock too.
She had always known he had a big dick; she was his mother for Christ’s sake. She’d changed enough of his diapers when he was a baby to be more than aware of the fact he was rather well endowed. She’d bathed him when he was a little boy. Her little lad had never been all that little.
But only a few months earlier she had seen him in the flesh, as a man rather than as a child. It had happened on a Saturday afternoon. She had returned from the tennis club, and wanted to take a shower. She preferred to clean up at home, she had always felt a little self-conscious showering with other women. Her boobs kind of made her stand out.
The house appeared to be empty, she assumed everyone else had left. In Ray and Kim’s case, that was true. Annie didn’t know it, but her husband had taken their daughter to the little lock up he rented. At the exact moment Annie was opening the front door to the family home, Kim was bent over the hood of his car, her short skirt hitched up round her waist, and her father was sodomising her. She had a big dirty grin on her face, as his cock slid in and out of her slimy anus.
Obviously, Annie was unaware of that situation, as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. As she entered the room, she could hear the shower running in the bathroom. She wandered up to the door, which was open just a crack, and peered inside. Yes, there was a big tub, that only she really ever used, but in truth the en-suite was essentially a large open wet room. In the corner was a powerful shower area, with no curtain or barrier in place. It was not uncommon for Annie to take a bath, and for Ray to shower separately, only a few feet away.
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