■Five years earlier■

The water in the jacuzzi wasn’t particularly deep, so the bulge was immediately evident — not just to my eyes, but to Veronica’s as well, sitting right behind me.

An awkward silence fell right away.

At that moment, I didn’t say anything — after all, back then I didn’t even know what a reaction like that meant — and after a few minutes, she was the one who finally broke the ice.

«It really looks like my little Jacey has become a young man», she said in a light, playful tone, even though a hint of embarrassment was clearly there.

«A young man...?» I repeated, confused, lifting my gaze slightly toward her.

«Um... well, yes. When boys react this way, it means that...»

Veronica’s voice grew more hesitant.

«...it means they’re growing up — that you’re not a child anymore. To be more precise, it happens when...»

She stopped again, even more uncertain — I imagine it wasn’t easy for her at that moment to explain to a boy not even thirteen years old what those natural reactions meant.

«...when you’re very close to someone you really like a lot...»

In hindsight, it was fairly obvious. Feeling her so close to me, with my head buried between her enormous breasts — well, it’s no wonder that, even though I was still so young, my dick had become hard as stone. But back then, for me, it was something entirely new.

«So... does that mean I like you?» I asked, with the genuine innocence of a child. «Well, yeah, of course — you’re an amazing mom, and you made me the happiest boy in the world. It’s only natural that I like you...»

«Yes, but the kind of "liking" I mean... isn’t the kind a son feels for his mother. It’s more like... like what a man feels for a woman.»

Her voice grew softer, more sensual. The hand she had been using to massage my head drifted lower and began to caress my chest.

Needless to say, her words and the way she was touching me — different from how she had ever done it up to that moment — only intensified that certain effect she already had on me.

«So... what do you do in situations like this?» I asked, my voice uncertain and my face as red as hers.

But Veronica didn’t answer right away — not with words. Instead, she slid her hand under my chin, lifting my face toward hers until our eyes met — just a few centimeters apart. And then...

Her lips rested on mine. They pressed gently, unmoving, and a moment later I felt her tongue slip into my mouth.

Her hand moved down from my chest to my abdomen, then even lower, slipping inside my swimsuit.

Even though five years have passed by now, I still remember that touch perfectly — the indescribable pleasure that wrapped around me for the first time in my life when I felt her soft, slender fingers close with passion and desire around my erection.

Driven purely by instinct, as if touching me there had awakened something dormant inside me that I didn’t even know I desired, I suddenly turned toward her, chest to chest, pressing my body against hers.

I impatiently lifted the top part of her swimsuit and wrapped my hands around her enormous breasts — too big for my small fingers to hold entirely.

At first, my tongue moved inside her mouth in an awkward, decidedly too fast way — like that of a dog drinking from a bowl. But within a few seconds, my technique visibly improved, and Veronica’s expression was proof of that — yes, I’m a true self-taught talent.

As soon as I gained the right confidence with the situation and with her body, my tongue slipped out of her mouth and moved to her neck, then lower, until her enormous breasts filled my field of vision, licking her breasts and nibbling at her nipples like a hungry newborn, while her hands — both inside my swimsuit — touched me like no one ever had before.

I could feel her moaning and panting as if she were experiencing the greatest pleasure possible for a woman, and that did nothing but boost my boldness even more.

And after not even a minute, neither of us was wearing anything anymore, completely naked in the hot water of the jacuzzi.

That was the first time I saw her completely naked — from her enormous breasts to her beautiful pussy, covered by a neat tuft of red hair. It’s an image still branded into my mind even today — that of Veronica, legs spread and my erection clenched between her hands, impatiently guiding it inside herself.

And when my cock finally slipped into her after a couple of failed attempts, a wave of pleasure shook me with such intensity that all the foreplay that had come before felt like nothing.

No sensation in the world could ever again match that of her soft, warm hips rising and falling along my cock — me lying on the parquet floor of that hotel room and her sitting astride me.

My breath was completely caught, my heart pounding so hard that I feared it might burst out of my chest at any moment.

I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by an indescribable ecstasy that grew with every passing second, while my fingers sank into her toned buttocks.

«Do you like it, Jacey...? Do you like this sensation... aaah... the sensation you feel when you share such a special moment with the person you really like? I... I love it, my beloved Jacey... I love it so much... aaah...» she moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her hands pressed against my abdomen.

«Y-Yes, mommy... I like it... I really like it a lot... aaaah...»

A sharper moan escaped her lips when, at the peak of pleasure, I pushed as deep as I could... and my semen exploded inside her with the force of a fire hydrant.

Without a doubt... the best twenty-two seconds of my life.

Hey, what were you expecting? A porn-actor performance my first time at twelve? And anyway, twenty-two seconds — not counting the solid two minutes of foreplay! In hindsight, I’m really proud of having lasted that long with a woman like Veronica!

«You did well, Jacey...» Veronica whispered into my ear, letting herself fall forward on top of me, then starting to stroke my hair. «This will be our little secret, alright? Promise me, and I promise you we’ll do it again whenever you want, my sweet little one...»

I only nodded — still too shaken to speak, yet happier than I had ever been in my entire life up to that moment.

I clearly remember feeling emotionally attached from the very first time we fucked, but I think that, for her, at the beginning, it was different.

I imagine that, at least initially, this was just a pastime — maybe a way to unwind after work.

And it was only after almost a year that it went from being an occasional bit of fun to something deeper — a real relationship between two lovers, complete with sleeping together, kissing on the lips as a normal greeting when she left for work in the morning or came back in the evening, and many other things couples usually do — jealousy scenes included.

After about an hour — the technical time it took for my still-developing but already fairly capable tool to become operational again — we fucked again, this time on the bed, and then once more the following morning, just after waking up — both times finishing inside her.

She told me that releasing your pleasure inside the body of the woman you love is the greatest proof of love that exists, and that’s why, from then on, only she and Naomi have had the honor of feeling their pussies drip with my love.