Mom Keeps Touching Me

Emily Willis struts back home after two weeks of pure bliss on vacation, feeling like a million bucks. She yells out for her dad as she steps inside, but no answer. Footsteps echo from the hall toward the living room—she figures it's him coming to scoop her up. Nope. It's Ryan Keely, this smoking hot stranger in her dad's place. Ryan flashes a grin and introduces herself as the new wife. Emily? Not in the mood. She rolls her eyes hard and bounces out of there, got shit to do. A bit later, Emily's hunkered down in the living room, nose buried in books, cramming for a killer exam. Ryan clomps down the stairs hauling a damn massage table, noise like a marching band. 'Hey, got a sec to lend a hand?' Ryan asks. Emily snaps back she's swamped with studying and waves her off. Ryan pushes, 'C'mon, just one minute.' Emily sighs, eyes rolling to the ceiling again, but hauls herself up to help. She flips open the table right there in the living room. Ryan pats it and says, 'Hop on, relax a bit.' Emily reminds her she's got zero time for a rubdown, exam's looming. Ryan sweetens the deal: 'Look, I need to pass my own test. Help me out, and I'll make it worth your while—return the favor, big time.' Emily shrugs off her clothes, bare-ass naked now, and flops face-down on the table. Just wants to knock this out quick. Ryan's hands start working her shoulders, back, easing in deep. But damn, it shifts gears—fingers gliding sensual, teasing edges she didn't expect. Emily twists her head. 'What the hell are you doing?' Ryan chuckles low. 'This course I'm acing? It's all about the erotic side of things.' Emily's jaw drops, impressed as fuck. Didn't peg her new stepmom for such a filthy minx! Ryan's touch drifts lower, bold now, sliding between Emily's thighs to massage her pussy, slow and deliberate. 'You cool with this?' Emily grins wicked, breath hitching. 'Hell yeah.' Looks like this little setup's a win-win, stroking everyone's fires—especially these two bad girls getting their kicks.