She needs his help

"Psssst! Jesse!" He looked over at the door and saw it was cracked open. Daisy's head was peaking through it, whispering out his name. "Come here!"

"Alright, one second," he says, putting down the wrapped burgers and french fry cartons before making his way to the master bedroom door. "What's up?"

"I'm trying to put on my mom's clothes but... I'm having trouble fitting," she admitted, coyly breaking eye contact. Jesse raised an eyebrow.

"Do you mean you can't get your..." Jesse lifted his hand in a balled fist and flicked his pointer finger out as a gesture to look like a hard penis. "...to fit?"

"No!" she yelled, only to bring up a hand to cover her mouth. She didn't mean to yell that loud and she didn't want her mom seeing Jesse slip into the bedroom with her. "J-Just come inside."

With no further enticement required, Jesse slipped in the master bedroom and took a look as Daisy quietly closed the door. It was homey, decorated with dark wooden furniture and stuffed to the brim with pictures, little statues, knick-knacks, books, the entire room seemed to radiate a warm, comfortable, and inviting atmosphere. Looking over to Ms. Debra's bed, it was massive, larger even than a king bed. It looked like Daisy's entire family could sleep on it and still have plenty of room to themselves. He noticed there seemed to be a lot of stuff underneath the bed as well, but he couldn't see it very well from the angle he was at. Finished taking in the masterfully decorated bedroom, Jesse spun around and immediately froze in his tracks once he saw his girlfriend. Daisy was wearing one of her mother's t-shirts, a very loose yellow top with v-shaped cleavage. Daisy's boobs were huge, but Debra's were so big that her shirts on Daisy were a walking wardrobe malfunction. Her wide areloas on both her tits were peaking through the window and simply bending over would probably make her boobs flop out, completely exposed. Daisy clearly had no problems fitting into that shirt, and as his eyes trailed down, he saw where she had trouble getting clothes on. She was completely bottomless. He still couldn't see her junk, so he assumed it was "put away", and without that obstruction, Jesse was very much enjoying staring at her plump, squishable thighs. However, it was hard for Daisy to miss him staring over the 10 seconds of pure silence that followed him turning around.

"What are you staring at?" Daisy said meekly. She looked down and put a hand over her crotch, running her fingers through her dirty blonde pubic hair in the process.

"I'm not looking there," Jesse said with a smirk, his eyes finally breaking from her body to look at her face, which still glowed a rosy pink. He took a few steps forward to be within arms reach of her, and then he shot a hand down to grab her inner thigh, gently tickling her supple skin. "I was looking here!"

Daisy yelped, and that yelp turned into a giggle as she retreated back from his tickling fingers. "Not fair, not fair! If you tickle me too much I won't be able to hold it in..." she quietly admitted, this time holding eye contact with him as she talked about her body.

"So that's why you hated it when I tickled you back in high school. I always just thought you were a wussy!" Jesse reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him and spinning her around so she landed into his arms with her ass pressing against him.

"Hey!" she protested weakly, secretly liking it. Before she could fight back, his right arm locked her against him by wrapping across her stomach, nuzzling into her underboobs. Then, his left hand went wild, tickling her up and down, starting with her sides and moving all over where he knew she was most ticklish. "Stah-hah-hap!" she giggled, squirming in his grip. Her big breasts jumped up and down, slapping onto the arm that kept her in place, and her huge ass rippled and shook while pressed firmly into his crotch. Looking down as he tickled her, Jesse saw a shelf of juicy ass, young, supple, and all natural. His dick had already gone soft earlier when he was organizing the food, but feeling her weight of her body jiggle and shift on his crotch like a water bed made him get very hard very fast. The bulge of his cock was sandwiched between her thick asscheeks, and as she kept moving her body kept pressing into him, completely swallowing his boner. After a moment, both Jesse and Daisy realized that he had stopped tickling her, but neither of them separated, instead they just stood there, pressed against each other. Daisy's head turned to look over her should at the throbbing bulge in front of Jesse's pants, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She could feel every pulse of his meat as his heartbeat transferred through the veins of his cock and into her ass cheek. She bit her lip and her eyes glazed over, something Jesse noticed, and for once he was the one starting the blush now.

"Like what you see?" he said, thrusting forward so his bulging hard-on shot up out of the imprisonment of her wide, naked butt like a whale breeching the surface of the water. Daisy took a second to respond, but it seemed that once his words fully registered, she broke eye contact with his cock and just started staring at the floor.

"....y-yes...." she admitted in a quiet tone, feeling her pussy begin to get wet, putting her genitals at even greater risk of slipping out. Jesse's arm released her but she didn't move off his body, so instead his arms fell to her waist as he leaned in to give her a kiss from behind. When their lips met, Jesse could feel how warm and glowing Daisy was, like a lost angel.

"You know..." he whispered under his breath between smooches. "...I seem to remember you calling me in here for a reason, beyond just grinding up against me."