Investor-In-Law

AJ Applegate, this hot young masseuse, guides her father-in-law Marcus London to the dining room table with a sly smile. 'Sorry the table's not set yet,' she says, 'I wasn't expecting you for dinner this early. But hey, more time to chat— you're always jetting off on business!' Marcus grins, all proud and cocky. 'Travel's the best perk, kid.' He glances around. 'Where's Billy?' 'He'll be down any second,' AJ replies. They start setting the table together, and damn if Marcus doesn't brush right up against her, his hand lingering on her shoulder a beat too long. Sparks fly, or at least tension does. Billy bursts in with a big hug for his dad. 'Been too long!' He yaps about their weekend plans—hitting a community event to hype AJ's new massage gig. 'How's the business treating you?' Marcus asks, eyes locked on AJ. She blushes, admits it's a slow burn. 'I'd kill for some marketing cash, but profits are zilch right now.' Marcus leans in. His own empire's booming, and he's itching to grow his investments. 'I could back your spot... but first, I gotta test the goods. Can't drop cash without knowing the full package.' AJ hesitates, but Billy's all for it. 'I'll handle dinner while you give him a massage.' He bounces off to the kitchen. 'So, what flavor of massage?' AJ asks, a little wary. 'NURU,' Marcus says flat-out. She's thrown—it's straight-up erotic gel sliding. But he dangles the investment like bait. 'You want the deal or not?' She bites her lip, thinks of the future—for her, for them. Fine. She leads him to the bathroom, peeking back like she's dodging Billy. Clothes hit the floor. They step into the steamy shower. AJ lathers him up, hands gliding over his skin. He stiffens quick, smirking. 'Billy's one lucky bastard.' She's squirming inside but plays it cool for the payout. His cock's rock-hard now, and he waves it like a flag, expecting action. 'Come on, you know the drill.' AJ's eyes widen. 'You're seriously hitting on your son's wife?' 'Just business, sweetheart.' He thrusts it closer. 'This beats any investment I could make.' She caves, wraps her fingers around his throbbing shaft, and starts pumping—slow at first, then steady. Knock-knock. Billy's voice from outside: 'AJ? That you?' Marcus calls out smooth as silk. 'Nah, it's me, son. Just scrubbing up before the massage.' Billy buys it and shuffles away. AJ's heart's pounding—they almost got busted—but she keeps stroking, her hand slick and firm on his dick. Shower done, she rolls out the NURU gel, sliding her naked body over his on the mat. She tries to keep it pro, but his hands roam. After some slippery grinding, he drops the bomb: 'Best way to pack your parlor? Happy endings, baby.' AJ freezes. 'No way! I don't run that kind of joint. And we're family—Billy's right downstairs! A handjob's my limit, not full-on sex.' He shrugs. 'Too bad. I was sold on the NURU vibe. Guess my money's heading elsewhere.' Panic hits her. 'Wait! Okay, I'll do it. This stays between us, right?' 'Locked tight—pure business,' he promises. She sighs, defeated but determined, then leans down and eases his cock past her lips, sucking him in slow and deep. Looks like Marcus is investing way more than cash in AJ tonight.