In the dimly lit massage parlor, the tension between stepmother and stepson was palpable. As he undressed her, his hands lingering on her ample curves, they exchanged awkward glances. The massage table creaked under their combined weight as he began to knead her muscles.
His touch was firm yet gentle, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. As he worked his way down her back, his hands brushed against her ass cheeks, causing her heart to race. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the stirrings between her legs.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned her over. His eyes bore into hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He straddled her hips, his erect cock pressing against her ass crack. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying his length inside her tight entrance.
