Stepson Surprise!

Tyler Nixon strolls into Isabelle Deltore’s massage parlor like he owns the place, yelling out 'Hey Mom!' She freezes, face draining. He grins and explains he booked an appointment under a fake name to surprise her. Isabelle stares at the booking sheet, trying to play it off, but he’s already rubbing it in—company mix-up, questionable uniforms, the whole setup. She gives him rules: no way she’s working on him. He steps in anyway, grabs a bottle of sensual massage oil from the counter, and points out the obvious. She claims the uniform vote, the product delivery screw-up, anything to keep him from digging. He keeps the pressure light, sliding in the part about telling Dad about their bonding session, and she folds—she’ll do the massage if he keeps quiet. They strip, hitting the shower. She soaps him head to toe, knees on tile as his cock swings close enough to taste. She fights it, tells him to spin around so she can do his back, but when he turns again he’s half-hard and she can’t hide the hunger. Her fingers curl around him, pump him rigid, then she drops and swallows him down, deep, hungry strokes until she pulls back and barks that they’re moving to the mat. She spreads the nuru gel everywhere, grinding her slick tits over his shaft, sucking him greedy again while her tongue glides over every vein. He moans under her, and that wicked glint in her eyes says she’s only getting started—her stepson’s about to find out just how dirty his mom can get when the doors are locked.