A Lesson In Latching

Skylar Snow shows up at her stepmom Mona Azar’s place in a rush. They’re tight, so the talk rolls right out—how she and her wife Lacey are about to have their first baby. The real issue: breastfeeding. Skylar feels left out. She doesn’t want the baby getting all the fun; she wants to take care of Lacey like she’s supposed to. Mona knows the drill—sore, swollen tits, cracked nipples, the whole deal—and tells her nipple cream and gentle massage work wonders. Skylar bites her lip. What if she’s crap at it? Mona sees the panic, shrugs, peels her top off. “Lesson starts now.” Her heavy tits spill into the daylight and Skylar’s hands are already on them before she thinks twice. Warm, soft, heavy with experience. Mona guides the strokes: circles, lifts, warm palms right over the tender spots. Skylar’s fingers sink, squeeze, rub. Mona’s nipples pebble fast. Skylar feels her own pulse pounding down low. They keep talking like it’s just practice—breathe, roll, press—but the air thickens. Skylar squeezes a little harder. Mona bites her lip and doesn’t stop her. Wet heat spreads between Skylar’s thighs; Mona’s hips shift. Mona's voice drops: “Harder, sweetheart. Lacey will like it.” Skylar rubs firm, deep circles, hears Mona’s breath catch, feels the weight shift. Tits bounce gently, slick under sweaty palms. Every word of advice gets lost under panting. Lesson turns filthy fast—and neither of them plans on stopping.