Teach Me Nuru Mom

Carter Cruise and her stepmom, Cherie DeVille, pump iron at the gym, each pushing the other harder with every rep. When the weights drop, Carter kneads Cherie’s shoulders. Cherie stands, orders her to sit, then works those tight muscles herself. “It’s your birthday,” she says. “You deserve the good stuff.” Cherie also has a gift: now that Carter’s eighteen, she can start working at the family spa. Carter lights up—working there is all she has ever wanted. Cherie offers a taste of the job. They leave right away. At the spa, Cherie explains a Nuru massage. The first step, she says, is getting naked and lathering the client in the shower. Carter giggles, blushing hard. Does she have to strip with strangers? Cherie strips first, nodding for Carter to follow. Under the spray, Cherie’s hands glide over slick skin, tracing collarbones, rolling nipples, sliding lower. She sinks to her knees, spreads Carter’s lips with her thumbs, and buries her tongue deep. Carter moans, back arching, hands grabbing the rail. Best birthday ever.