Ashlyn Peaks' Tits: Stepmom's Hot Oil Massage

I hate it when my stepmom is feeling under the weather. She even skipped work because she had a fever, so I knew I should take care of her, but I never expected the day to turn out like this. I walked into her room, and there she was, lying on the bed, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Her tits were barely covered by the thin sheet, and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my thoughts in check, but it was impossible. I had always thought she was hot, but seeing her like this, vulnerable and needy, made my cock twitch in my pants. "Hey, I brought you some soup," I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out hoarse. She looked up at me with those big, doe-like eyes, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Thanks, honey," she murmured, her voice weak. I set the bowl down on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. "You need to take care of yourself," I said, my hand instinctively reaching out to touch her forehead. It was hot, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I wanted to touch more, to feel the softness of her tits, the curve of her ass, but I held back, knowing it was wrong. "Can you help me with something?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I need a massage. My body aches all over." I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of my hands on her body, of feeling her skin under my fingers, was too tempting to resist. I nodded again, and she turned over, presenting her back to me. I poured some oil into my hands, the scent of lavender filling the room, and began to rub it