Stepmom Christy Love Gives A Special Massage

A couple days later, I walked into my stepmom's room and found her sprawled out on the bed, looking exhausted. Her boobs were barely contained by the thin fabric of her tank top, and her ass was barely covered by the tiny shorts she wore. I couldn't help but notice the way her body curved in all the right places, and I felt a familiar stir in my pants. She had been so nice to me lately, and I wanted to do something nice for her in return. I approached the bed, my heart pounding in my chest, and sat down beside her. "Hey, stepmom," I said softly, "you look like you could use a massage." She turned her head to look at me, her eyes tired but grateful. "That sounds amazing, sweetheart," she replied, her voice husky. I reached out and began to rub her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles. My hands moved down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, and I couldn't help but notice the way her ass looked in those shorts. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "I want to make you feel good, stepmom." She shivered under my touch, and I knew I had her. I continued to massage her, my hands exploring every inch of her body, from her tits to her ass. I could feel her getting more and more relaxed, and I knew it was time to take things further. I leaned down and kissed her neck, my lips trailing down to her collarbone. She moaned softly, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I reached around and cupped her tits, squeezing them gently, and she arched her back, pressing herself against me. I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch, and I knew she was ready for more. I moved my hands down to her ass, squeezing it firmly, and she moaned