Can You Help Me?

Melissa's stuck in bed with a wrecked ankle and nothing to do except lose her mind. When her mom Bridgette walks in, she sees the strain on her daughter's face and offers to do whatever it takes to help. Melissa cuts straight to it—she's single now, raw and aching, and her body needs release before she loses it. Bridgette rises from the mattress, stunned, unsure how to answer. Melissa doesn't wait. Her hand slides down between her legs, and she starts touching herself with urgent need. Bridgette lingers, and slowly the robe slips open. Melissa's eyes go straight to her mother's heavy breasts. She wants them bare. Bridgette hesitates, then peels the fabric farther apart, nipples tightening in the cool air. A moan slips from Melissa. She grabs Bridgette by the hips, pulls her in, and takes one stiff nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. Bridgette gasps but doesn't stop her. Her own hand drifts to Melissa's breast, fingers rolling the small pink tip until it stands tight. They move together without planning it. Bridgette's shirt falls away. Melissa's thighs part wider. Now both naked, their bodies press chest to chest, hips rocking. Bridgette's mouth finds Melissa's other nipple and she sucks deep, tongue circling while her hand cups the girl's ass, pulling her tighter. Every stroke feeds the next. Breath quickens. Skin grows slick. The mother and daughter move as one, lost in the rhythm they can no longer deny.