New Bra, Who Dis?

Lisa's filled out in all the right places. Cathy walks in with a handful of new bras, trying to be chill about it. She steps out, door half shut, but then she lingers. One peek at her stepdaughter in that first bra and she can't look away. Nipples pushing the thin fabric, round tits lifting as Lisa adjusts the straps. Cathy's breath catches. She stays. Watches. Lisa slips the next one on, slower this time. Teasing the straps up her arms, cupping her breasts to settle them inside the lace. Pushing them together. She knows Cathy's still there. Bends a little extra when she checks the fit in the mirror, ass out, bare skin glowing under the bedroom light. Every curve deliberate. Then she catches her stepmom's reflection. No shock, just a sly little smirk. "You can stop pretending to look away," Lisa says, turning around. She unhooks the bra, lets it drop. Her full tits bounce free, nipples tight. "Or would you rather come touch?" Cathy steps in. Hands on Lisa's waist first, then sliding up, thumbs brushing her nipples. Lisa pushes her stepmom's hands lower, guiding them inside her underwear. Cathy feels how wet she already is. Moans against Lisa's neck. Their clothes come off in a hurry after that. Cathy kisses down, tongue working Lisa's clit while her fingers pump inside her. Lisa moans loud, grinding on Cathy's face, hips rocking, fingers gripping her stepmom's hair. They end up tangled on the bed, bodies slapping together, both of them loud and messy and coming hard.