Seductive Massage With My Friend’s Mom

So the whole thing started as this totally innocent favor—my friend’s mom mentioned her back was killing her, and I offered to help, not thinking twice about it, which is honestly how seducing friend’s mother began for me, with just my thumbs digging into her shoulders while she sighed on the couch. She had this sheer top on, and as I worked lower, her skin got warmer under my palms, and I could feel her breathing shift, this little hitch when I hit a knot near her bra strap, and she let out this slow, throaty moan that had me forgetting we were supposed to be casual. Then she reached back and guided my hand down her spine, whispering that I should go lower, and the way she pressed her hips up into my touch made it clear this wasn’t about relaxation anymore. Her scent, this mix of lavender and sweat, filled my head as I kneaded her thighs, and she turned over with this half-lidded gaze, pulling me down by the shirt until our mouths were inches apart, her fingers already toying with the button on my jeans, and man, the taste of her lip gloss mixed with something headier just wrecked my brain completely.