A Lesson In Latching

Skylar Snow shows up at her stepmom Mona Azar’s place with a single question: how the hell do you feed a newborn without driving your wife insane? Mona listens, smiling, as Skylar admits she’s terrified she’ll be clumsy when Lacey’s breasts ache and leak. Mona understands. Her own nursing days are behind her, but the memory of tender, swollen skin still lingers. She offers to show Skylar exactly how to ease that ache. Top off, Mona’s heavy breasts spill into the open air, pale nipples already tightening. She takes Skylar’s hands, places them palm-flat, and guides slow, steady circles across each warm swell. Skylar’s fingers sink into the soft weight, and the room thickens with heat neither of them planned. Mona’s breathing slips deeper. Skylar’s thighs press together. Each pass grows firmer, wetter. Fingertips slip lower, brush the stiff peaks, and a soft gasp slips from Mona’s throat. The lesson keeps going, hands slick now, hips shifting, until the only thing left to teach is how quickly good intentions can turn into something far more urgent.