Strap-On Shock

Little Puck drags herself out of bed, doesn't see any trace of last night's hookup except wrinkled sheets, thank fuck. She cinches a robe around her waist, wanders into the kitchen, and leans into the open fridge, ass out, looking for something cold. In walks Leana Lovings, and the chit-chat starts normal as Puck's still shoulder-deep in the fridge. Then Puck straightens up, fridge door swings shut, and Leana's jaw drops. "Mom—uh—look down." Puck glances and sees the robe has parted right at the crotch, strap-on cock dangling like she forgot it existed. She yanks the fabric together but it's too late. Leana stares, cheeks pink, then blurts out the question, what is that thing? Puck rolls her eyes but answers—strap-on, harness, the works—while Leana fires off question after question. Turns out Leana has never fucked anyone, not even close. The more she hears, the more she begs, voice all innocent and sweet: "Could you show me? Please?" Puck says no twice, three times, then gives up, the way you give up when cute wins. She unties the robe, steps close, and they end up on the kitchen table for a slow, hands-on lesson that ends with Leana breathing hard, sore, and smiling like she's learned more than she bargained for.