Her thighs pressed together under the water, and she bit her lower lip again, clearly affected by both my boldness and the dirty mental images I was planting in her head.

Emilia shifted closer in the water, her heavy milky breasts swaying gently. The pink flush on her chest had deepened. She studied my face carefully, as if testing me.

"Alex... are you serious about Aria?" she asked, her voice soft but serious. It was clear she was evaluating me now, seeing whether I was just using her daughter for sex or if I actually cared.

"Yeah," I answered without hesitation, looking her straight in the eyes. "I’m serious."

Emilia studied me for a long moment, searching for any sign of dishonesty. After a few seconds, her expression softened slightly. She seemed relieved by my answer, though still visibly affected by the situation.

"Have you thought about marriage?" she asked quietly, her eyes flicking once more to my hard cock before returning to my face.

The question carried weight. She wasn’t just making conversation, she was testing whether I saw a real future with her daughter.

"I don’t know... I never really thought about marriage," I replied honestly, leaning back against the smooth marble edge of the jacuzzi. "I’m still too young to be thinking about that right now."

Emilia nodded gently, a soft, understanding smile playing on her lips. The warm water lapped gently against her heavy breasts as she listened.

"Yeah, I was just asking," she said warmly, her voice gentle and motherly. "No pressure at all. But... if you ever do marry Aria someday, you’ll have to start calling me ’Mother’."

As soon as the word left her mouth, Emilia blushed deeply. A fresh wave of pink spread across her cheeks and down to the tops of her full, milky breasts.

She looked slightly embarrassed by her own words, as if she had let her imagination run a little too far. She raised one hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion causing her large breasts to lift and sway heavily in the bubbling water, her stiff pink nipples catching the light.

"Would you like it if I called you Mother?" I asked, my tone slightly teasing but curious.

Emilia’s blush deepened. She looked down for a moment, then met my eyes again.

"Yeah... I would like that," she admitted softly, her voice almost shy.

There was a strange, intimate tension in the air after she said it. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

She was trying to act like the caring, responsible mother, but the sight of my throbbing erection so close to her was clearly affecting her.

The taboo nature of the moment hung thick between us, talking about marrying her daughter while sitting naked with her in a jacuzzi, my cock painfully hard right in front of her.

"Alex..." she said gently, her voice full of motherly concern mixed with something much more sinful, "you should relieve that."

Her eyes were locked onto my throbbing cock as she spoke. The words carried a double meaning, she wanted me to do something about my painful erection, but she didn’t specify how.

"I’m sorry, Emilia, I don’t masturbate," I said calmly and honestly, glancing down at my painfully hard cock. I couldn’t make it go soft just by cumming on my own.

Emilia’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, her eyebrows lifting as she processed what I had just said. For a moment, she looked almost innocent despite being completely naked in front of me.

"Oh... you never masturbate?" she asked, clearly taken aback by the admission.

"Yeah," I replied casually, leaning back against the marble edge. "I stopped a few years ago. When I get this hard... I usually have a partner to take care of it."

The bold words lingered in the steamy air. Emilia didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she stared openly at my thick, throbbing cock, watching it pulse and twitch under the bubbling water.

Her breathing grew noticeably deeper. Her heavy, milky breasts rose and fell, the pink flush on her skin spreading further as she sat there thinking.

After a long, tense pause, Emilia finally spoke. Her voice was soft, hesitant, yet filled with a strange mix of motherly concern and hidden desire.

"Should I... help you in any way?" she asked, almost whispering.

She said it like a caring mother, the kind who would do anything to make sure her daughter’s man was comfortable and satisfied. But the way her eyes stayed glued to my massive erection betrayed the deeper, more forbidden hunger growing inside her.

I looked at her for a moment, then glanced down at my own massive erection. It was rock hard and pulsing desperately, begging to be buried inside the juicy, voluptuous MILF sitting right in front of me.

"Would you?" I asked, my voice low and hungry. My cock twitched visibly under the water at the mere thought 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Emilia took a slow, deep breath. She placed one delicate hand over her upper chest, just above her deep cleavage, in a modest, almost innocent gesture, like a devoted mother trying to stay composed.

"Yeah..." she whispered, her cheeks burning red. "Aria is not here right now... and I don’t want you to be in any discomfort."

She said it like it was a simple act of kindness, like a devoted mother-in-law looking after her future son-in-law. But her cheeks were burning red, her nipples were rock hard, and her gaze kept returning to my throbbing cock with obvious lust.

The taboo tension between us was now almost unbearable, a naked Emilia offering to help relieve her daughter’s boyfriend’s massive erection while trying to maintain her motherly image.

"Yes, please... if you don’t mind," I said, my voice thick with arousal.

I leaned back further against the smooth, cool marble edge of the jacuzzi, letting my arms rest on the sides. Slowly and deliberately, I spread my legs wider apart underwater, openly inviting her. My massive, throbbing cock stood proudly.

"Let Mom take care of you... okay?" she whispered, her voice sweet but dripping with forbidden desire. The way she referred to herself as "Mom" sent a fresh wave of heat through both of us.