The Birds And The B-Cups

Dee Williams struts around getting ready for this fancy gala, slipping into a killer dress that puts her massive tits front and center—like, damn, those puppies are stealing the show. Her stepdaughter Mackenzie Moss stumbles in and just stops dead, eyes wide with envy. 'God, I can't wait for my boobs to get as huge and juicy as yours,' she sighs, totally worshipping Dee's heaving rack with pure admiration. Flattered but kinda weirded out, Dee chuckles and sets her straight: 'Sweetie, these bad boys? All implants. Fake as hell, but they do the job.' Mackenzie's hooked now, tilting her head all curious. 'But why are big ones better anyway?' And then she drops the bomb: 'And what's the deal with Dad loving yours so much?' Dee's like, whoa, hold up—this girl's clueless as fuck. How naive can you get? Dee probes a bit: 'You ever get the sex talk from your real mom?' Mackenzie shrugs. 'Kinda? She hit the basics, but the juicy stuff? Nah. And what does that have to do with Dad's boob obsession?' Dee's got her work cut out, smirking as she offers: 'Wanna grill me on bedroom basics?' Mackenzie's all in, eyes lighting up. But shit escalates fast when the kid blurts, 'Can I touch yours? To get why they're such a big deal in sex?' Dee pauses, biting her lip—hey, knowledge is power, right? She reaches out, groping Mackenzie's cute little perky tits right through her shirt, feeling those firm handfuls. Boom, sparks fly. Clothes start peeling off, and Dee dives in, turning this chat into a full-on crash course in girl-on-girl fun. Mackenzie's in heaven, wide-eyed and thrilled for her first tastes—squeezing, sucking on Dee's implants like they're candy, moaning into the real deal. Dee guides her tongue south, teaching her to munch pussy like a goddamn champ, all slow licks and eager flicks. By the end, Mackenzie's no innocent anymore— she's hooked, wet, and begging for round two.