Worshipping Mom

Carter needs to rack up practice hours for her massage certificate. Her step-mother Brandi Love is slammed at work, but the girl keeps asking until Brandi gives in. She slips off her clothes, keeping only red lace against her skin, then stretches out face-down on the table. Carter studies the way oil will stain and asks her to strip bare. Brandi hesitates, then peels everything away. Carter starts on her back, warm oil gliding over skin, fingers digging into tight shoulders. Brandi purrs at how good it feels. Carter’s hands wander lower, cupping the soft round of her ass. Brandi tenses; Carter says it’s part of the lesson. Doubt flickers, but pleasure wins. Brushed into a dreamy haze, Brandi rolls over when asked. Carter circles her breasts in unhurried strokes, hunger darkening her eyes. Brandi stays lost in the haze. Then slick fingers part her folds and sink in. Surprise flickers across Brandi’s face, yet she gasps and opens wider. Carter climbs up, tongue curling around a stiff nipple, tasting oil and salt. Inhibitions crumble. Mouths meet in a messy, urgent kiss. They press and grind, naked bodies sliding together until they come—again and again.