Mommy's Achy Boobs

Isabella practically bounces when Bridgette walks through the door after another nightmare of a day. Bridgette mutters about her bra killing her and how badly she wants her tits set free. Watching her mom shove those heavy things together has Isabella biting her lip and fighting dirty thoughts she shouldn’t touch. After the fog lifts, she promises she’ll hit the mall and fix it. Bridgette wraps her up in a grateful hug, boobs smooshed right against her step-daughter, and Isabella’s need to help only burns hotter. Once Mom disappears for some alone time, Isabella sneaks out and returns with a bag and a mission. She drops the new bra off to the side and turns the living room into a makeshift spa—candles, flowers, rolled towels everywhere. Bridgette reappears curious, then cave. She wants relief, and Isabella is dying to give it. The second Bridgette peels off her shirt and those tits swing free, Isabella’s hands are already itching. She starts at the shoulders, presses lower, working every inch that feels tense. Heat builds fast, and pretty soon Bridgette slides out of every stitch of clothing so Isabella can rub her from head to toe, skin to skin, no limits left.