Her Trusty, Busty In-Law

Katerina stands at the massage table in her in-laws' parlor, hands twitching. "I'm scared, Sophia. What if I get wet when I touch her breasts?" Sophia smiles, loose robe already sliding from one shoulder. She knows exactly what her daughter-in-law needs. "Touch them until it feels ordinary. Like any other skin." She lies facedown on the table, bare, and tells Katerina to start. Katerina pours oil into her palms and works her way down Sophia's back, over the swell of her ass, along smooth thighs. When Sophia rolls onto her back, Katerina hesitates, then cups her breasts anyway. The moment her thumbs circle taut nipples, both women feel the charge run straight between their legs. Sophia's breath hitches; Katerina's clit throbs against the seam of her pants. Neither pulls away. Instead Katerina leans in, oil-slick fingers pinching, tugging, and Sophia's hips rise to meet the pressure. By the time Katerina slides one hand between her thighs, Sophia is already spreading wider, guiding two of her fingers deeper. They work each other open slowly, oil glistening on bare skin, until the soft slap of flesh and the wet sound of fingers inside fill the empty spa. Two mouths meet over the table, open and hungry. For today, "practice" is forgotten. The only goal left is to finish each other, and they do—Sophia arching first, soaking Katerina's wrist, then Katerina grinding down onto the heel of Sophia's palm until her thighs shake and her moan cracks against the older woman's tongue.