My Mother-In-Law Hates Me

Scarlett Mae and her hubby Billy are parked on the couch, hashing out some tension. Scarlett's face says it all—she's pissed, arms crossed tight. Billy's playing the peacemaker, rubbing her shoulder. 'Babe, my mom's just crashing with us for a few days,' he says. 'Elexis Monroe's in town for a job interview and house hunting. It'll be quick.' Scarlett ain't buying it. She's squirming at the thought, spilling that Elexis straight-up hates her. 'I don't know why, but it's always felt that way.' Billy chuckles, shaking his head. 'Nah, you two just don't click. She's not your biggest fan, but hate? Come on.' Right then, the doorbell buzzes. Billy hops up to get it. He swings the door open and there’s Elexis, all smiles. They pull into a big hug, chatting like old pals as she steps inside. Scarlett and Elexis trade these stiff 'hellos' that scream fake nice. Tension hangs thick—you can cut it with a knife. Elexis drops that her massage table's still in the car. Billy jumps at the chance. 'I'll grab it and set it up in the spare room.' He bolts out, ditching the ladies alone. They plop on the couch, dead silence stretching out like bad foreplay. 'Massage table?' Scarlett blurts, eyebrow arched. Elexis snaps back, short and sharp: 'Yeah, I'm a masseuse now. The gig I'm interviewing for? At a parlor.' Scarlett nods slow. 'Huh. Billy skipped that detail.' Cut to Billy, wiping sweat after wrestling the table into place. Elexis eyes it with a grin. 'Perfect, thanks kiddo. You two are lifesavers for letting me bunk here.' Then she hits 'em with it: 'I need a practice dummy to work on my moves.' Billy smirks, pointing at Scarlett. 'She's your girl.' Both women freeze, shooting side-eyes, but they cave. Billy smirks wider and dips out. Scarlett fidgets, not keen on stripping down. Elexis rolls her eyes. 'Keep the bra and panties on if it makes you comfy.' Finally, Scarlett caves, stretching out face-down on the table. Elexis drapes a towel over that sweet ass and starts kneading. It's all ginger touches, like she's scared to get frisky. Neither one's thrilled—Scarlett's jaw is clenched, Elexis looks bored stiff. They force some chit-chat, but it's clunky as hell. Weather, traffic—yawn. Scarlett cracks first. 'This sucks. You're holding back. Let's just quit.' Elexis smirks, voice dropping low. 'Fine. No more kid gloves.' She dives back in, hands working magic now—deep, sure strokes that hit every knot. Scarlett melts, little moans slipping out. Damn, this chick's good. Elexis taps her. 'Flip over.' Scarlett does, eyes half-lidded. Elexis's fingers slip under the bra, circling those perky tits like she owns 'em. Scarlett jolts awake. 'Whoa, what the fuck?' Elexis doesn't flinch. 'Tons of stress hides in the breasts. Gotta massage 'em right.' She pauses, sly grin. 'Bra's in the way, though. Easier without.' Scarlett hesitates, cheeks flushing. But Elexis pushes: 'You said don't hold back. And I need the practice for the interview.' Scarlett bites her lip, unhooks it, and tosses the bra aside. Full access to those gorgeous tits. Elexis works 'em slow at first, thumbs teasing nipples till they're hard peaks. But shit escalates quick—hands roaming sensual, pinching, pulling. Scarlett's breathing heavy, thighs shifting. Then Elexis's fingers trail down, dipping under the panty line, stroking that wet pussy like it's her favorite toy. She leans in close, voice husky. 'Truth? I don't hate you, Scarlett. Never did. I'm hot for you. That's why I kept my distance—didn't wanna jump your bones in front of everyone.' Looks like the gloves are off for good, and Scarlett's loving every naughty second!