Aunt's Welcome Gift

Jessy Jones shows up at India Summer's place with a bottle of NURU gel, a "welcome to the family" present. She just married in, and he figured it was the perfect gift since she's a masseuse. He doesn't see anything weird about it; the bottle said "massage," so massage gel is massage gel, right? India, though, already knows what's up and the corner of her mouth twitches before she starts to explain. She doesn't get far. Jessy grins like an eager pup and says she should try the stuff right now, on him. India almost says no, but that stupid hopeful smile of his is hard to turn down, and she finds him kind of cute, so she swallows her embarrassment and agrees. She walks him over to a mattress laid out on the floor. He blinks. Where's the table? She tells him this is exactly why the gel is a questionable gift: it's for NURU, and that means a whole lot more skin and a whole lot less "professional." Still, when he offers to keep his clothes on she shoots it down; the gel only works naked, and they're grown adults who can keep their hands to themselves. He stammers but nods, and they strip. His eyes drink in the sight of her natural tits, the little tattoos scattered across smooth skin, the confident brunette in her prime. India slicks the gel over both of them, then starts the massage. Every glide of her body on his turns the temperature up until her hand is suddenly wrapped around his cock, stroking him with slow, slippery strokes. Jessy groans, hips jerking. He's the one getting a real welcome today, and India is making sure it's a messy, unforgettable one.