TV Makes Me Horny

Holly Heart's been busting her ass in the kitchen all damn day, whipping up grub for her stepson Tony Martinez and his rowdy crew. Now she just wants to kick back, prop her feet up, and zone out to her soap operas. But Tony's glued to the remote, flipping channels like he owns the place, not giving a shit about her drama fests. She snatches it right out of his hand, smirking as she lays down the law—who's the boss around here? Tony's got no leg to stand on, so he plays it smart, plops down next to her, swings her legs onto his lap, and starts kneading those aching feet like a pro. Holly knows damn well her boy's hands wandering into sexy territory is a no-go, batting away his flirty vibes like they're flies. Tony figures the least he can do is get her flat on her back for the full treatment. She caves, reluctantly green-lighting a steamier rubdown, even letting him hike up her shirt for skin-on-skin action. Then bam—Tony unclips her bra, cranking the weirdness to eleven. She's thrown for a loop but begs him to keep massaging anyway. Next thing she knows, her hand's wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking like it's on autopilot! With that throbbing dick inches from her face, Tony sweet-talks her into sealing the deal—after all the TLC he's dished out, why not return the favor? Holly shrugs it off; a quick rub-and-tug ain't the end of the world. She even lets him tweak her perky nipples to egg on her little deviant. Tony pokes at her pride, wagering she couldn't suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Boom—she takes the bait, diving mouth-first down his shaft, slurping hard and gagging like a champ to show off her skills. She teases him rotten, whispering how her pussy's soaked way beyond her mouth, then hauls herself up and impales on his stiff rod, stretching those tight lips wide for her boy. They hit the peak together—Holly screaming her lungs out in raw ecstasy for that pounding cock, until Tony unleashes a torrent of cum straight into her greedy mouth.