Seducing Your Mom

Lucas scrolls his phone hunting massage joints nearby and nearly drops it when he spots a familiar name. Two more clicks and he figures it out—his boy’s mom. Pure luck. He throws on a hoodie, shades, and sprints over like the place might vanish. Dee steps in, all business, still not placing him. She asks if he wants anyone special. He says she’ll do just fine. They head back. She tells him to strip for the shower. The second his clothes hit the floor, recognition hits her. She hisses, “What the hell are you doing here?” He grins. “Saw a video. Couldn’t stay away.” Then he nods at her ring. “Husband or kid know what you’re up to?” That hits home. She starts bargaining—begging, really. Promises him the best massage of his life if he keeps his mouth shut. He shrugs, drops the rest of his clothes, follows her under the spray. Two strokes of her hands and he’s rock hard. They don’t even reach the bath before she sinks to her knees, slurping him deep. Later she guides him onto the table. She tries to keep it professional, but he’s done waiting. When she finally lets him push her knees back and pound that married pussy, he grins like he just won the lottery.