Yolanda reached out, her wet hand trembling slightly as she pressed the abrasive scrub and a fresh bar of scented soap into my palm. Her eyes were dark, swirling with a mix of practiced "Step-Mom" mischief and a very real, primal lust that made the air in the bathroom feel even heavier.

​"You've always been such a helpful boy, Druski," she murmured, her voice a husky invitation. "Don't just stand there staring. Help your mother get clean. Every... single... inch."

​I knelt by the side of the tub, the cold marble biting into my knees, and began to work the soap into a thick, creamy lather between my palms. I started with her back, my hands gliding over her mahogany skin, the soap acting as a slick lubricant. She let out a soft, vibrating moan, her head dropping forward as she arched her spine.

​"Mmm, that's so good, stepson," she whispered, her breath hitching. "You have such strong hands."

​I moved my hands around to the front, the lather spilling over her collarbones, but I teased her, stopping just above the swell of her chest. She opened her eyes, her gaze burning into mine, her chest heaving with anticipation.

​"Don't stop there," she urged, her voice turning into a needy whimper. "Don't be shy now. You've seen them. Now wash them."

​I didn't need a second invitation. I pressed my soapy palms against the tops of her breasts, the sheer weight and softness of them yielding under my touch. I began to massage them in slow, heavy circles, watching as the white foam disappeared between the deep valley of her cleavage. I focused my thumbs on her erect, dark brown nipples, rolling them through the lather until she let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her back arching out of the water.

​"Yes... just like that," she panted, her hands gripping the edges of the porcelain tub so hard her knuckles turned white.

​I dragged my hands down, following the curve of her ribs to her soft, flat stomach. The water in the tub was swirling with suds now, turning a milky white. She spread her legs wider, the movement causing the water to lap against my chest as she looked me dead in the eye.

​"You're forgetting the most important part, Druski," she breathed, her voice a low, dirty command. "It's so tight and itchy down there... be a good boy and soap your mother's pussy for her. Don't leave a single spot dry."

​I looked down at the dark, swollen folds of her heat, glistening through the thinning bubbles, and felt my heart hammer against my ribs. This was it—the moment the professional mask finally shattered.

I slid my soapy palms down the slope of her belly, my fingers disappearing beneath the milky surface of the water until they found the slick, velvet heat between her thighs.

The moment I made contact, Yolanda's breath hitched into a sharp, staccato moan. I worked the lather into her dark, swollen folds with a firm, rhythmic pressure, the soap creating a frictionless glide that had her hips bucking instinctively against my hand.

​"You're being so thorough, Druski..." she gasped, her head falling back against the porcelain, her neck arching to reveal the frantic pulse in her throat.

​I moved my hands outward, dragging the rich foam down the length of her powerful, shapely legs. I kneaded her inner thighs, my thumbs pressing into the soft skin, driving the arousal higher until she was trembling from the sheer sensory overload.

​Reaching over, I grabbed the chrome shower spray. I turned it on, the warm pulse of the water Hissing into the quiet room. I began to rinse her, the stream of water chasing away the white bubbles to reveal the masterpiece underneath. As the soap vanished, her mahogany skin emerged, glistening and taut.

Her massive breasts were a sight to behold—slick with water, the weight of them swaying as she breathed, the heavy droplets clinging to her dark, pebble-hard nipples before falling into the tub.

​The water cascaded over her stomach and pooled in the dip of her navel before rushing down to her pussy. Without the foam, her heat was fully exposed—dark, plump, and glistening under the direct spray.

​I let the scrub slip from my hand, hearing it plop into the depths of the bath. I didn't want the mesh anymore; I wanted skin on skin. I used my free hand to "rinse" her pussy, my fingers sliding through her folds, guiding the warm water directly onto her clitoris. I watched, mesmerized, as the water pressure and my fingers worked in tandem. Her pussy was beautifully swollen, the dark skin shimmering under the bathroom lights.

​I slid two fingers deep inside her, the water acting as the perfect lubricant. She let out a long, shuddering cry, her hands reaching out to grip my forearms, her nails digging into my skin.

​"Oh... oh god, yes! Right there!" she screamed, her eyes rolled back into her head. I watched the way her pussy gripped my fingers, the muscles pulsing and clenching around me as I worked her. She was a fountain of heat and moisture, her mature body reacting to every precise movement of my hand.

​I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers, the steam rising between us. The "Step-Mom" was completely gone, replaced by a woman who was being absolutely undone by the man she was supposed to be "disciplining."

I reached for a plush, oversized cream towel, snapping it open with a sharp motion. I didn't just dry her; I claimed her. I pulled Yolanda upward, her heavy, wet body rising out of the water like a mahogany statue. I wrapped the thick fabric around her, pulling her flush against my chest.

​The towel quickly became damp, clinging to the mountainous curves of her breasts and the wide flare of her hips. I rubbed the fabric over her skin with slow, firm pressure, feeling the heat radiating off her. She let out a low, shaky breath as I dried the backs of her thighs, my hands lingering on the soft skin just beneath her glutes. Every touch was an unspoken promise that the "cleaning" was just a warm-up.

​She looked at me, her eyes hooded and dark with a hunger that no script could fake. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear.

​"Follow me, Druski," she whispered, her voice a low vibration. "I think it's time I showed you exactly what a woman like me needs."

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