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I'm lying on my stomach on the massage table, my muscles tense with stress.My step-daughter enters the room, carrying a bottle of warm oil.She's dressed in a silk robe that hugs her curves.'step-Mom, I'm going to give you the massage you need,' she says softly, pouring the oil onto her hands. She starts at my shoulders, her fingers kneading the tight muscles. Slowly, she works her way down my back, her touch gentle yet firm. She pays extra attention to the knots, her thumbs pressing deeply. I sigh, feeling the tension melting away. She moves to my legs, massaging each calf and thigh thoroughly.Then, she flips me onto my back. Her hands roam over my chest, my stomach, her touch becoming more sensual.She leans in close, her breath warm against my ear.'Relax,step-Mom,' she whispers. 'Let me take care of you.