Mommy's Achy Boobs

Isabella spots her step-mom Bridgette trudging in from a killer day at the office and flashes a big, genuine smile. 'Hey, you look beat,' she says, pulling her into a hug. Bridgette groans, yanking at her bra strap like it's trying to strangle her. 'This damn thing's killing me. I just want these girls set free for once.' Isabella can't look away as Bridgette smooshes her massive tits together, right there in the living room. Damn, it sparks all kinds of filthy thoughts about her step-mom that a good girl shouldn't have—images of licking and sucking that make her thighs clench. She shakes it off quick, sympathy kicking in. 'Aw, poor you. Tell you what, I'll dash to the mall and grab some stuff to fix that. You'll be comfy in no time.' Bridgette melts, cooing thanks and wrapping Isabella in a tight squeeze that smooshes her face right into those soft, warm pillows. Hell yeah, that just cranks up Isabella's drive to pamper her senseless. Bridgette heads off for a breather, and Isabella bolts out, scoring the perfect goodies. Back home, she ditches the fancy new bra from the bag—too tame for this plan—and transforms the living room into a steamy spa setup. Candles flicker low and sultry, flowers scent the air just right, and she rolls towels into crisp little bundles like a pro. Bridgette strolls back in, eyeing the glow-up with a raised brow. 'What's all this, kiddo?' Isabella grins wickedly. 'You bitched about your sore boobs all day, so I'm hooking you up. Full-on massage to melt that tension away—trust me, it'll be epic.' Bridgette hesitates, but the promise of relief wins out fast. Jackpot. Bridgette peels off her shirt, unleashing those hefty, perfect tits that bounce free like they've been caged too long. Isabella's in straight-up bliss, hands diving in from the shoulders, kneading deep and slow. Each stroke ramps up the electric buzz between them, skin heating like a live wire. Bridgette's catching it too—before long, she's kicking off the rest, stripping buck naked on the spot. 'Go all out,' she purrs. 'Give me that real full-body rubdown, every inch.' And Isabella? She's more than ready to deliver, turning this 'massage' into something downright sinful.