Momma Mona

Mona Azar's husband gave her an ultimatum—ditch stripping or hit the road. She chose the road. Now she's setting up a massage table, bending and stretching in all the right ways. Enter stepson Codey Steele, nosy as hell, walking in just as she's smoothing out the sheets. Big mistake for him. Big win for her. She motions him over, promises nothing fancy, just a quick rubdown. But the second her oiled hands slide under his waistband she stops pretending. She strips him bare, wraps her fist around his cock, and drops to her knees. The blowjob that follows is filthy—loud, sloppy, full-eye contact. She gets him rock-hard, tongues every inch, then smiles with that naughty, knowing look and tells him no massage has ever felt this good. He won't forget it. Hell, neither will his sheets.