Massaging My Friend's Hot Mom

Cherie DeVille steps into the massage parlor, spots Zac Wild, and stops dead. Recognition hits like a brick. 'Don't I know you?' She sees the blank on his face, then it clicks — that's her son's high-school buddy. Zac finally connects the dots too and grins. It's been years since he last saw her kid; he didn't recognize her right away. Cherie runs her eyes over him, surprised he's turned into a full-grown man. Zac laughs; at nineteen, he guesses that makes him legally adult. Interesting, she murmurs, biting her lip. Awkward getting rubbed down by your friend's mom? Zac asks. Cherie grins wicked little at him. Not at all. He waves her toward the table and waits while she strips and climbs up. Halfway through the massage she sighs that those hands of his are better than she would have ever guessed. Zac credits video-game nights with her son for his finger dexterity. She doesn't miss a beat; she bets other body parts work just as smooth. Before he can answer, her fingers slide across the front of his pants, stroking him through the fabric. He gasps. She squeezes, whisper-light at first, then firmer. Zac can hardly believe he's got his old pal's hot mom giving him a cock rub. Completely serious, Cherie says, palm circling the bulge. She cups him slow, thumb dragging the outline. Son's not gonna find out, right? he asks, already half-lost. She glances up with that devil grin, still massaging his rigid length. Not unless Zac snitches, and why would he?