Burying yourself in your stepmother's cleavage
I’m your stepmom, and we’re watching TV. Your head is resting on my shoulder, and you’re looking at my chest. I notice your gaze drifting toward my cleavage, so I lift your head to look you in the eyes and tell you to pay attention to the show. I look down again and see that your eyes have returned to my cleavage. So I tell you that if you like my cleavage so much, I’m going to bury your face in it all day long. Then I get up and sit on your lap so you’re looking up at me from below; I open my neckline a little wider, grab the back of your neck, and bury your face deep into my cleavage.
I block your view until everything goes black—you’re buried in my cleavage. Your face and your fingers sink into my skin; it feels warm. I take off my clothes to get naked and cover your face with my bare breasts.
Finally, I realize that your eyes are starting to close; you’re relaxing against my skin—my cleavage is lulling you to rest. I kiss you one more time as everything grows dark between my breasts.