Washing Mom's Windows

Jaclyn Taylor hasn't done a Nuru massage in ages and she's itching to shake off the rust before her client's due. Her stepson Rob's all in to lend a hand however he can, so she hits him up: mind if I practice on you to jog my memory? Rob hesitates—Dad might flip—but they strike a deal to keep it chill: bathing suits on, no funny business. There she is in her skimpy black bikini, those massive tits and juicy ass on full display as she leans over him, slathering Nuru gel across his back in thick, slippery rivers. She soaks her own rack too, nipples perking up hard under the fabric, but damn, that top's scraping him wrong. Off it goes, freeing those perfect, ripe nipples from their shadowy prison. Rob flips onto his back, and boom—his rock-hard cock's straining against his shorts like it owns the place. Client's on the way soon, sure, but Jaclyn's got zero chill for that throbbing, totally out-of-line erection. Time to handle her boy's bad boy.