I’m your stepmother and I see you feeling sad. I come up next to you with my arm super close to your face and ask you what happened. You respond and I hug you into my cleavage sympathetically, trying to comfort you. You back away surprised, but I pull you to my chest again. I tell you it's OK, I'm your stepmother and I'm supposed to comfort you. I say it's OK to lay your head and all your worries in my bosom. You look up at me and I kiss your face over and over again telling you it's OK. I bring you to the bed and say I'm going to take your mind off everything. I know you love my freckles, my arms, and my cleavage and I'm going to let you explore all of them. I tell you to pay attention to my inner arm and kiss my bicep and shoulders. You work your way all around my chest and cleavage, sm othering your face and pressing into me. I have you admire my eyes and my freckled face before your vision goes dark with my slow kisses and I pull your face into my cleavage telling you to inhale my scent. Halfway through I remove my shirt, tell you it's OKay and press my bare breasts to your face. You look up at me and I tell you to relax and focus on my body and forget your rough day. Finally I have you lay on the bed and tell you to cuddle up next to me. I kiss you slowly and I slowly bring your face to my cleavage as everything goes dark, whispering to lose yourself in my breasts.