Always Been So Proud

Gia Derza, the hotshot new masseuse, drags her stepmom Joanna Angel through the door of her shiny new massage parlor, grinning like she's got the best kept secret. 'Hey, you've always had my back—let me return the favor with a full-on massage. Be my first client?' Gia pitches it with that cocky wink. Joanna flushes a bit, playing shy at the start, but Gia's got that earnest vibe going: 'I mean it, Mom. Gotta show you how much I appreciate you.' Joanna's eyes soften, touched right in the feels, and she nods, 'Alright, let's do this.' Joanna strips down and settles on the table, towel draped just right. Gia starts pro, hands gliding over those tense shoulders, kneading out the knots with firm, expert strokes. Joanna melts into it, her body loosening up as Gia's touch works its magic. Pretty soon, words tumble out—Joanna gets all emotional, spilling how damn proud she is of Gia's gutsy move, then slips in a whisper about wishing she had half Gia's confidence. Gia pauses, her voice dropping low and warm: 'You've got no idea how much I look up to you.' The massage shifts gears, turning all comforting and close, Gia's fingers lingering a tad longer. Joanna's cheeks heat up, flustered as hell. Gia's hooked now, finding Joanna's little squirms too damn cute. Heat builds in her core, unexpected and fierce—she's straight-up aroused, feelings for her stepmom crashing over like a wave. Can't fight it anymore. Gia amps it up, her hands sliding bold and teasing, turning the rubdown straight sexual. Joanna's eyes widen in surprise, but damn, she's swept up in the fire, moaning soft and loving every second. Gia dives in for that happy ending, fingers circling Joanna's slick heat to pour out all her affection. Joanna? She's all in, gasping yes. They lock lips in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing wild. Then it's on—Gia spreads Joanna wide and laps at her pussy like it's the sweetest treat, Joanna bucking and crying out. They switch, Joanna devouring Gia right back, both slick with sweat and oil. That massage oil? They slather it everywhere, fingers plunging deep and slippery, bodies grinding in a oily frenzy. Their bond? Yeah, it's locked in tighter than a secret handshake—naughty and unbreakable.