MAKE ME CUM MRS. MORALES

Hurst’s POV

The guest room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft sound of Mrs. Morales’ breathing.

She lay face-down on the massage table, completely relaxed. A single white towel covered her ass, leaving the smooth expanse of her back bare. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder, and even from this angle I could see the heavy curve of her breasts pressed against the padded surface.

Soft, full, womanly in a way that made my cock twitch the moment I closed the door behind me.

“Thank you for doing this, Valia,” she murmured without turning her head, voice already drowsy with relief. “My back’s been killing me for weeks.”

I didn’t correct her.

I stepped closer, pouring warm oil into my palms.

“Just relax. I’ve got you” I thought to myself.

Starting at her shoulders, I pressed my thumbs in slow, deep circles, working out the tight knots I found there. She let out a long, grateful sigh that went straight to my dick.

“Oh… that already feels so much better.”

I kept my movements steady and sensual, letting my hands glide down her spine, finding every tense muscle and coaxing it loose. My fingers traced the dip of her waist, then moved lower, kneading the soft flesh just above the towel.

She made another sound — quieter this time, almost a moan.

I smiled to myself and poured more oil, letting it drip slowly onto her lower back. My hands followed, spreading it in long, luxurious strokes. Every pass brought me closer to the edge of the towel.

Her breathing had changed. Deeper. Heavier.

“You… you can get on the table if you need better leverage,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. “It might help with the deeper spots.”

Gladly.

I stripped off my shorts without a sound and climbed onto the table, straddling her thighs. My hard cock rested heavy against her ass, but I didn’t let it touch her yet.

I continued the massage, working her lower back with firm, rhythmic pressure.

Through the gap between her the thighs, I could see her neatly shaved pussy.

“Already warming up, huh” I thought, watching it moisten as my hands worked her spots.

Time for round two.

When I finally slid the towel higher, exposing the full curve of her ass, I reached for the massage gun and turned it on to the lowest setting. Pressing the vibrating head gently against the back of her thigh, I slowly worked it upward.

Her hips twitched.

I moved it higher still, letting the steady vibrations tease the sensitive skin just below her ass. A low, breathy sound escaped her — not quite a moan, but close enough to make my cock throb.

I pressed the gun firmer between her slightly parted thighs, letting it brush against her folds.

Mrs. Morales gasped, her body tensing.

“Valia… that’s…” Her voice was shaky. “That’s a little too high…”

I didn’t stop. I dragged the vibrating head slowly along her pussy lips, watching her wetness coat the toy.

She moaned — a real, needy sound this time — and her hips rocked back involuntarily, seeking more pressure.

I let her get close. So close her thighs started trembling and her breathing turned ragged.

Then I switched the massage gun off.

A frustrated whimper left her.

Before she could turn her head or pull away, I climbed off the table and stood beside her. I gripped her hair firmly, guiding her head to the side.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw me — completely naked, cock hard, thick, and inches from her face.

“Mrs. Morales,” I said, voice low and dark, “you’re such a slut.”

She opened her mouth — whether to protest or gasp, I didn’t wait.

I shoved my cock between her lips, pushing deep until I felt her throat flutter around me.

She gagged instantly, her hands flying up to push against my thighs. “Stop—” she tried to say, the word muffled and broken around my shaft.

Her refusal only made me want her more.

I grabbed her hair tighter and started fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Spit dribbled down her tongue and chin, dripping onto her heavy breasts.

“Fuck, you're hot” I massaged her oiled up breasts with one hand, the other still bunching up her hair as she sucked me.

“Hurst—”

“Easy. Don't bother struggling. It won't make a difference” I stopped mid-thrust, burying my cock in her throat and watching her gag.

I waited till tears built behind her eyes, then shoved deeper and continued pumping into her mouth.

“I’m not stopping until I cum,” I growled, voice rough with lust. “So you better start warming up to it, Mrs. Morales.”

She whimpered, tears slipping down her cheeks, her hands still weakly pushing at my thighs. But after a few more thrusts, her tongue began to move — hesitant at first, then with growing eagerness. She started sucking me properly, hollowing her cheeks, taking me deeper even as more spit ran down her chin and onto her tits.

Fuck, that sight made me even harder.

I kept my cock buried in her warm, wet mouth and climbed back onto the massage table, positioning myself so she could rest her head comfortably while I fucked her face with long, controlled strokes.

“You so suck that dick so good” I dragged her head up by her hair, feeling her tongue slide over the base of my shaft as the pressure built in my lower belly.

“How ‘bout a reward, Mrs. Morales?”

I reached back and turned the massage gun back on, pressing it firmly against her soaked pussy.

She moaned loudly around my cock, her whole body jerking with pleasure.

“Look at you,” I groaned, watching her hips writhe helplessly against the toy. “Moaning like a fucking slut while I use your mouth.”

The vibrations hummed steadily against her clit as I thrust deeper into her throat. Spit ran freely down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, making them glisten obscenely.

She was close again. Her thighs shook violently, her moans vibrating around my cock.

I felt my own orgasm building fast.

“I'm gonna cum in your mouth now. Keep it steady” I grinned.

She came first — a desperate, muffled cry vibrating through my shaft as her hips bucked wildly against the massage gun, her pussy gushing.

The feeling pushed me over the edge.

I groaned deeply and came hard, flooding her mouth with thick, hot spurts.

She swallowed as much as she could, tears streaming down her face, chest heaving.

We were both still panting when the door suddenly burst open.

Valia rushed in, eyes wide with panic, and quickly closed the door behind her, pressing a finger to her lips.

Before either of us could react, Damian’s voice came from the hallway.

“Mom? Is everything alright in there?”