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Chronicles of Suran, by Catherine N.X. (HolokittyNX@yahoo.com).

(ASSM)Fg, inc, ped, cons, lac, ScFi (Catherine N.X.)

Third person - childlove, lesbian, mother/daughter, semi-utopian.  Synopsis:  A
fictional island democracy where childlove is legal, as seen through romantic
and political vignettes focusing on the people who live there.

Rachel, chapter two.

Tuesday, 4th December, 2074.

	Sonja withdrew the key from the T-Rex's dash, tossing the harness aside and
pushing her door open.  Even as she got out of the trike, she detected hints of
Rachel's outfit flirting with her vision through the crowd of second graders a
few meters away.  Most were six or seven years old, and a bit taller than
Rachel.  It was the copper mesh skirt and jacket that allowed Sonja to finally
locate her and pick her up for a hug.  Most of the kids were headed for buses
or after school activities.  Sonja's architecture work involved quite a bit of
working at home and flexible office hours, so Rachel got to ride home with her
mother on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.
	With the slow movement of the children from the school building, Sonja had a
minute to chat with Rachel as they meandered towards the parking lot.  "Did you
have fun today?"

	"Yep.  We're starting division in math class.  And in social studies we
learned about Sinorussia."

	"Sounds like fun.  They helped us become a country, you know."  Rachel nodded.
 "What about art class?"

	As she was set down on her side of the trike and put in her harness, Rachel
described her current assignment - to make a clay sculpture of something she
liked and used all the time.  "But I can't show it to you 'til it's finished,"
she said through her most mischievous grin.  "You'll like it.  I know you like
the thing I made it after."  Making a big show of peering suspiciously at her
daughter, Sonja grabbed the left edge of the trike's overhead canopy in her
left hand, using it to support herself as she settled into her seat.  Swinging
the door shut and waiting for Rachel to secure her harness, she powered up the
trike and slowly backed out of her parking space.  "I need to head out for a
while after we get home, so Takeshi's going to babysit 'til I get back.  I told
him about the presents you got your friends, and he's got some nice
holo-printed gift bags you can put them in."

	"Where does he find those things?  They didn't have 'em at the mall, and
printers that make them cost a lot."

	"I don't know.  Must be some military industrial secret."  Sonja found the
four-lane road back to their house, and turned onto it as Rachel opined, "I
think he just likes keeping his tricks secret so he can stay coooool and
style-ish."  This was accompanied by a subtle neck-jerking arm-crossing model
pose that practically squeezed a laugh out of her mother.  "Not that my little
girl worries too much about looking good."

	"No.  I'm modest."

	"Wow.  Sarcasm really is genetic."  Sonja took her daughter's hand as they
stopped at a light, quickly giving the back of it a dramatic, playful smooch. 
"You're silly.  And that's a good thing to be.  You remind me of Grandpa. 
Speaking of Grandpa, remind me to print the cards out for him and Grandma.  And
I've got to find a place to rent chairs for the Solstice party since it's at
our house this year."  The light changed, and Sonja pulled forward as Rachel
fumbled in her backpack, rearranging papers and cheapie tablet computers that
had gotten mixed up during the day.  Half a minute later, they stopped at the
intersection with their street, and Rachel piped up.  "Remember to print
Grandma and Grandpa's Solstice cards."

	"I set myself up for that one."

	"Yep.  Can't say I didn't remind you."

	"Ya done good, kid.  Real good," Sonja said in her faux Humphrey Bogart voice
as she winced at her baby's superior wit and turned onto the long residential
street leading to their home.  Pulling into the driveway, she saw the front
door open and Rachel's father stepping out, apparently having heard the trike's
approach.  She smiled at him and turned to Rachel, receiving a quick peck on
the lips before saying, "Don't run him ragged, hon."  As Rachel bounced up out
of her seat, practically sailing across the driveway to hug Takeshi, Sonja
rolled her window down.  "I'll be back in about an hour and a half, maybe two. 
Have fun."  "We will," Takeshi called as Rachel waved to her mother with one
hand, the other holding his.  Sonja slowly backed out of the driveway, swinging
the T-Rex back in the direction from which it had come.
	Walking into the two-story office building that held a pricey furniture
gallery, a dentist's office, an optometrist's, and Lightfoot Personnel
Services, Sonja pointed the remote back at the T-Rex.  She heard a sequence of
beeps as its alarm system engaged.  Sonja's friend Dana owned the temp and
outsourcing agency, and on hearing from Sonja about the events of Saturday
evening had agreed to step out early for a bite and talk.  As she stepped out
of her office and greeted the slightly frazzled-looking Sonja, she offered the
first advice of the afternoon.  "Relax!  It's not rocket science, hon," she
quipped as she put on her blazer.  "Millions of parents before you and I dealt
with this, and wrote hundreds of books and half a million websites about it."
	Meanwhile Rachel sat on the toilet at home, relaxing as the day's beverages
left her body.  She'd been holding it too long, and in the middle of wrapping
presents with Takeshi had excused herself to use the bathroom.  Slowly the
pressure in her sore bladder subsided, and she turned the built-in bidet on,
low pressure.  Usually she just used paper after she peed, but had found a few
weeks before that letting the warm water run against her private parts made
them tickle in a way that fascinated her.  She couldn't figure out what part
made it feel the weirdest, but each time she had let the water run a bit
longer, feeling the way it dripped from her kitty after running between all the
funny folds and skin.  A few times she had rubbed between her kitty lips after
using the bathroom, and had found her fingers staying there for more than half
an hour at times.  After a while her kitty would start to feel really good -
warm, and twitchy, but eventually she'd get tired.  Unfortunately she didn't
have time to feel around right now.  She made herself turn the water off, and
dabbed her soft genitals and perineum dry before pulling her underwear back up.
 Bath time and the chance to explore herself further could not come soon
enough.
	Twenty minutes later, Sonja and Dana sat in Dana's kitchen, Sonja sipping a
cup of boba and picking at a slice of bean jelly from one of the anonymous fast
food joints dotting the 'burbs.  As she nibbled on the starchy, hearty, mildly
sweet confection, Dana wolfed down a soy hotdog with what looked like half a
pound of jalapeños and ketchup.  She chased it with gulps of Coke.  Sonja
giggled, "I don't know how you can stand that stuff unless you consider burping
a sport.  Doesn't it make your stomach hurt?"  Dana looked at her like she was
crazy.  "No, it's just more filling.  This is classic American food.  My
parents say soy dogs taste just like the real thing.  I could have one every
day regardless."
	"And some people eat monkey brains."

	"Well, we know why you're so svelte.  You live on rice and lettuce.  And
occasionally a pancake or two."  Dana was exaggerating about Sonja's diet, but
not her figure.   At 5'8" and 29 years old, Sonja's designer American scale
measured her at just under 120 lbs, which worked out to about 54 kilograms. 
She was pale, of Scandinavian descent, with blue eyes and hair as black as her
daughter's.  She kept it short, and spiky to frame her curvy face.  The jack on
the back of her head was usually visible through her hair, a gray metal circle
she kept sealed to avoid dust or water getting in.  The seal she had in today
pulsed purple, to match her shimmery purple kimono.  The pants and sash were
black, with the edges and stitching dark gray.  It was cut close, as otherwise
her small C-cup breasts might be invisible.  At least she had hips.
	"So how'd that date last week go?"  Dana had set Sonja up with a woman she
knew from the gym.  Heterosexual though she was, Dana could pick up on the
"lesbian vibe," and the woman was certainly Sonja's type outwardly.  The date
had been nice enough, but Sonja's interest in dating had been lukewarm lately. 
She'd made the obligatory call to express her appreciation for their evening
out and left the possibility of another date open.  The likelihood of it
actually happening was waning.  Sonja sighed, looking Dana in the eyes with a
defeated expression.

	"That much fun?"

	"She's nice.  And very cute.  But I'm just not up for that game lately.  How
did you know I'd find her attractive?"

	"I've noticed you checking out girls like her when we're out in the street."

	Sonja smiled understandingly, slowly nodding.  The blind date, Karen, was
perfect for her physically - taller than her, dark chocolate skin, and trim but
curvy at what looked to be maybe sixty kilos.  While very wary about a
relationship, Sonja had pleasured herself once or twice since the date,
thinking of what Karen might do to her were they intimate.  "I'll call her
again this weekend."

	"Good.  I don't like setting people up and I ain't doing it again."

	Sonja laughed, finishing off her snack.  "So.  I wanted to talk about Rachel."

	"Do you know if she's masturbating?"

	Sonja was a bit surprised at the frankness of the question, having been raised
in a slightly more conservative era.  When she was a kid, she was told that
masturbating was healthy, but her parents hadn't been aware of her habits or
really cared outwardly.  "I don't think she's deliberately masturbating.  She
seems to like rubbing her vulva against things, but I don't know if she does it
intentionally.  She seems to find a position that places her privates in a
comfortable position, then stay there.  She's slept in my bed a lot lately, and
a few times I've noticed her hands in her pajama pants."  She shrugged,
completely unsure what else to say and more unsure what to do.  Dana got up. 
"Hold on.  I've got some stuff upstairs you can read."
	A few seconds later she brought a tablet down with copies of several web
pamphlets about helping children express themselves sexually.  Each was listed
with a title and short summary.  As Sonja thumbed through the list, she saw
that most pertained to teaching them to accept their bodies and their
sexuality, and protecting them from shameful attitudes about sexual pleasure. 
She got about halfway down the list, before seeing one about being intimate
with one's children.  She knew that Dana had been intimate with her son, and
still was sometimes.  She was familiar with most of the information before her,
and thought she was prepared to talk to Rachel about sexual pleasure.  "How do
I know if she wants me to help her masturbate?"

	"Do you bathe together every night?"

	"Most of the time.  Sometimes I bathe her and stay up."

	"There's a good one in there about bringing up the subject of intimacy between
you.  A lot of the suggestions have to do with integrating it into your regular
routine, like bathing.  It makes everything easier.  When you're in the bath
tonight, make it a bit more fun and less of a chore.  Wash her slowly, and make
it as much a massage as a bath.  If she starts rubbing herself, I'd just talk
to her about it.  Ask her if she does it because it makes her private parts
feel good.  What I'd recommend tonight is getting her a jelly vibe.  Something
big and round so she can't accidentally penetrate herself with it.  In fact I
think health codes mandate that before puberty.  There's a shop I wrote down on
there that has just the thing for girls learning to masturbate.  They've got a
few different kinds.  Most of them are basically big round jelly shapes she can
rub against.  If she lubricates, it'll stay on the plastic and make it nice and
slick.  You can give it to her after you talk about masturbating, and let her
know that it's for making her privates feel good.  So even if she doesn't want
you to masturbate her, she can play with herself and have fun.  Um...asking if
she wants you to masturbate her.  Hm.  Well, getting too technical isn't very
romantic.  You should just bathe her slowly, and cuddle with her.  If she gets
aroused, ask her if you want her to wash her privates.  Use your hand, not a
cloth or sponge.  After a few seconds, ask her if her privates are finished. 
If she's enjoying herself she can say they're not finished.  In fact, why not
do that everywhere?  I know I like a good shoulder rub in the bath.  Do that
too.  Rub her shoulders with soap or oil or something and ask her every few
minutes if her shoulders are finished.  Get her used to enjoying physical
closeness and pleasure, sexual or otherwise.  If she says her privates feel
good, ask her if she wants you to make them feel good for her.  The
recommendations in there run the gamut for practically every situation."  
	Sonja began stuffing the tablet into her purse, as Dana's son strolled into
the kitchen.  "Hi, Ms. Lindstrom," he greeted Sonja as she waved at the
sixteen-year-old.  She and Rachel had gone on more than a few outings with
Dana's family, and Sonja often imagined that Brendan would make a great dad or
teacher when he got older.  Seeing the young gentleman and the genuinely
affectionate way he hugged his mom before heading upstairs to find the news,
she felt more and more confident in Dana's advice.
	That evening at dinner, Sonja was somewhat noticeably preoccupied.  She hadn't
had time to get Rachel a vibrator, but would attempt the talk that night. 
Takeshi and Geoff ate with them, and saved the evening's conversation with
hilarious Monty Python reenactments.  It was the first time Sonja had ever
laughed hard enough to shoot wine from her nose.  Sillier still was the fact
that Rachel actually tried to calculate the airspeed velocity of an unladen
swallow using what she'd learned in class.  Eventually Geoff suggested that her
solution might first require knowing how much wood a woodchuck would chuck if a
woodchuck could chuck wood.  Multiplied by the number of licks it took to get
to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.
	Groaning at the corny absurdity flowing from these supposedly adult men and
one little girl, Sonja picked up her emptied plate and carried it to the
dishwasher.  Takeshi was finished as well, and as they moved around each other
to place their dishes, Sonja realized she should ask Takeshi's advice about
Rachel as well.  He didn't consider himself entitled to a say in how Rachel was
raised, but Sonja had never been able to think of him as simply a friend.  He
was Rachel's father, a strong, decent, intelligent man who would lay down his
life for her, and Rachel was damned lucky for it.  Sonja leaned against the
counter, admiring the fine people with whom she'd made her life.  As Takeshi
finished fumbling in the dishwasher and stood back up, Sonja leaned towards him
and whispered, "I could use a bit of advice.  Want to sneak out?"  Takeshi
raised an eyebrow, and Sonja raised her voice - towards the table.  "Hey guys,
we're going to be in the garage for a minute, okay?"  Rachel and Geoff nodded,
going back to their banter about nursery-rhyme arithmetic as applied to Monty
Python physics.
	Sonja and Takeshi made their way to the garage, admiring the T-Rex for a
moment and finally sitting in it.  After some commiserating about the fun
machine's virtues, Sonja remembered to ask Takeshi where the hell he got his
fancy gift bags.  "I got a holoprinter a few weeks ago," was his reply.

	"Okay.  I hope you realize you're printing my letterheads from now on.  I bet
it does 3-D shapes and everything."

	"Of course.  Foam, plastic, composites, wood, some metals.  Apple's working on
one that does glass, but it'll probably be five or six grand."

	"Now that would be fucking sweet."  Sonja rarely cursed, but she loved glass
and often rendered three dimensional glass objects in art programs.  The chance
to fabricate her designs at home was tempting.  But she hadn't brought her
friend to the garage to mull over printers.  Geoff and Rachel would be finished
eating soon, and Sonja needed advice. "Okay.  Here it is.  Rachel..."

	Takeshi waited.

	"Rachel has...um..."  Sonja's hands were waving about like those of a
motivational speaker, as if they'd get the point across without her having to
say anything.  Takeshi smiled.  "So I'm thinking it's something to do with
Rachel."  Sonja pouted comically.  "I think Rachel's found out that some...body
parts are more fun to play with than others."  Takeshi sported his cheesiest
grin, retorting, "Oh, you mean she's...masturbating?"  Sonja smirked at the
corny attempt to test her inhibitions.  "I don't think she is yet, but
sometimes I can tell she's aroused.  She gets a little absentminded, and
presses her hands between her legs.  Mainly in the bath or after nursing.  I
need advice."  Takeshi thought for a moment.  "Hm.  Can't say I've thought all
that much about dealing with a kid's sexuality.  I'm assuming you've read up on
it."
	Sonja nodded.  "Most of what I've read is pretty straightforward.  That I
should integrate our discussions into our normal activities, and treat sex as
something happy and good for her.  I want to make sure I give her a good body
image."  Takeshi scratched his head a bit, thinking before he spoke.  "It seems
to me that for the most part you should just be as open as possible.  Not
pushing anything or talking when she doesn't want to, but just telling her how
it is.  What the parts are for, and why people do the things they do - kissing,
petting, things like that.  Let her run the show, tell her what she wants to
know, and chances are you'll give her a great body image because...hm...not
sure how to say it.  Because you're putting her in charge.  That's it.  You're
kind of giving her the keys to her own body, and she's pretty quickly going to
learn that's a fun thing to have control of.  Like a personal amusement park."
	Dana's pep talk earlier had been informative, but Takeshi's candid laid back
approach was just the bit of relaxed, bemused matter-of-factness that Sonja
needed to calm her nerves.  After a moment of slightly awkward silence, a light
bulb went on in Takeshi's head.  "So that's why she took so long in the
bathroom."  Sonja laughed aloud, squeezing her reliable ally's hand and leaning
against his shoulder a bit.  Just as she thanked him for his advice and opened
her door to get out of the T-Rex, Rachel bounced into the garage with a box of
chocolate raspberry truffles Takeshi had left on the kitchen counter for after
dinner.  She skipped over to Takeshi's side, and lightly plopped onto his lap
when he opened the door.  Merrily she declared, "I have truffles.  I give my
truffles to those who amuse me."  Sonja and Takeshi laughed, and when they did
Rachel popped one of the tart confections into Takeshi's mouth.  He nodded his
approval as he chewed the truffle, which was filled with raspberry puree and
covered with raspberry rock candy sprinkles.  Sonja was next to receive a
truffle, and unlike Takeshi had not tasted this kind before.  She made a big
show of being blown away by the sweet crunchy slightly sour treat, and a good
chuckle was had before all three headed back into the kitchen where Geoff had
cleared the table.
	He and Takeshi were going to a friend's apartment for a weekly poker and
billiards get-together, so they were out the door within twenty minutes of
finishing dinner, after dramatic goodbyes and I-love-you's and
you-complete-me's and big hugs.  As the men headed off for a short stroll
around the block before going home to get their car, Sonja scooped up her
munchkin and carried her to the den for an evening of net broadcast watching.
	As usual, Rachel got to wield the remote once they were in the easy chair, in
case she wanted to flip to something other than the usual nature show they
watched on Tuesdays.  She settled on her mother's lap, boredly moving from
channel to channel.  After a few moments, she suddenly turned the monitor off. 
"There's nothing on," she said, putting the remote on the table next to the
chair and turning to snuggle against Sonja's chest.  Rachel's interest in
broadcasts was lukewarm most of the time, so Sonja wasn't surprised, mostly
happy to just cuddle with her daughter.  She pulled a throw blanket up over
Rachel and they lay there, Rachel curled up on her mother's lap and Sonja's
feet up on the ottoman.
	Sonja woke up.  Groggily she turned towards the wall clock, which said it was
20:00 already.  They had dozed off for nearly an hour and a half.  Soon it
would be time for bed, but there was no rush.  With the larger-than-usual
dinner they had eaten, Rachel would probably not want to nurse before bed. 
Looking down, Sonja realized why nursing had come to mind so quickly rather
than bathing or remembering to start the dishwasher.  Rachel's tiny hand had
made its way inside her mother's kimono, and was resting against her bra-cupped
breast.  Looking from her own pale chest to Rachel's face, she saw that Rachel
was awake, and her curiosity had not been accidental.
	She rewarded the flattery of her daughter's interest.  Moving one hand to rub
Rachel's head, she asked, "Do you want some milk?"  As she expected, Rachel
declined, saying she was full and that she just wanted to cuddle.  In her mind,
Sonja looked for the most unobtrusive way of offering her breasts simply for
touching.  After a moment, she settled on asking, "Is my top in the way?" 
Rachel smiled tiredly and replied, "Mmm-hm."  Sonja reached between them,
untying her sash and letting her kimono fall open before releasing the front
clasp on her brassiere.  Rachel snuggled against her mother's nude chest,
curiously cupping one soft brown nipple in her small hand.  She was content,
lying there feeling the bouncy flesh her mother offered.  As she held on to one
breast with her tranquil face snuggled against the other, her tiny fingers
moved across the tender breast as if studying it.  After a few minutes she
moved, lightly rubbing her tiny thighs together.
	Sonja let the rubbing continue for a minute before she kissed Rachel's
forehead, asking, "Ready for a bath?"  Rachel smiled, and Sonja picked her up
by the bottom, leaving her breasts free to amuse Rachel as she carried her baby
up to the bathroom.  They arrived on the plush white rug as was their routine
every night, but this night Sonja decided to do things just a bit differently. 
Letting Rachel sit on the heated faux marble bench next to the tub, she
undressed first, letting Rachel stay clothed and peruse her body.  Rachel
wasn't sure why she liked seeing her mother's skin more than usual tonight, but
the question was gone from her mind almost as quickly as it arose.  She didn't
care.  It was bath time, and bath time was always nice.  Sonja moved naked
about the bathroom, turning on the water and asking which bubble bath to use. 
Rachel liked the honey scented kind, and moaned happily as she inhaled the
promising sweetness rising from the tub.  As the water ran, Sonja smiled openly
into her beautiful child's eyes, admiring the simple happiness she saw
reflected in them.  She leaned closer, still nude, to give Rachel an Eskimo
kiss.  The silly nose-rubbing lasted a matter of seconds before Rachel laughed
out loud and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck for a satisfying hug. 
Sonja rubbed her daughter's shoulders, asking "Ready?"  Rachel nodded, and
began unzipping her top, letting her mother help her out of the smooth, chunky
shell and hang the pieces of her outfit on the door.
	Sonja turned the water off, testing its temperature with her hand even though
the tub was preset to keep it at 40 Centigrade.  It was perfect, and she helped
Rachel into the tub before settling in behind her.  Rachel slid back, snuggling
close as her mother checked her jack and got the hand sprayer to start rinsing
her hair.  Shampooing was only done every other day, but rinsing helped keep
minor tangles out in the meantime.  Rachel closed her eyes as the warm water
pushed her hair back and caressed her scalp.  After rinsing her daughter's
hair, Sonja decided to waste some time.  She got the bottle of honey-scented
bubble bath, and instead of using the sponge applied it directly to her hands
and started rubbing it into Rachel's shoulders.  Rachel loved it, smiling
broadly and tilting her head from side to side, finally finding herself
comfortable with her head drooping forward.  Sonja leaned over her shoulder,
asking, "How's this?"  Rachel actually took a moment before saying, "Mmm. 
Feels good."  Sonja chuckled, concentrating on the sides of Rachel's neck and
applying a bit more bubble bath.
	Rachel closed her eyes again.  The massage felt great, as did the way her neck
and back loosened as it continued.  She leaned back against her mother, feeling
her mother's breasts compress against her back.  This felt good as well, and
Rachel noticed that her whole body was starting to relax.  From what seemed
like a kilometer away she heard her mother.  "Are your shoulders finished?"  It
was an odd question, but it meant she could have more rubbing if she wanted. 
She smiled coyly, shaking her head a bit, and the massage continued.  The warm
feeling she got when using the bidet on her privates was returning, and the
shoulder rub helped.  Her mother had only talked about private parts a few
times.  The information that stuck out most in Rachel's mind was that sometimes
they could feel really good.  It could happen if they were rubbed, or if a male
and female wanted to make a baby.  The last talk had been some months before,
and at the time Rachel thought it silly because all she had ever felt there was
the satisfaction of emptying her bladder.  Now she knew what her mother had
meant.  She spoke.  "Mommy."

	"Hm?  What's up?"

	"My privates feel weird."

	"Bad weird?"  Rachel shook her head.  "I like it."  Sonja didn't want to stop
the massage, so instead of hugging Rachel she pressed her cheek against the
girl's head.  "I like that feeling too.  Do you remember any of what I
mentioned about private parts?"  Rachel nodded, and Sonja went on.  "One of the
things that's good about private parts is that when you've got some free time
you can make them feel good all you want.  In bed, or in the bathroom, or in
the tub."  Rachel dreamily asked, "How do you make them feel good?"  Sonja
replied, "There are different parts of a girl's privates, and some are more
sensitive than others.  The really important part is called her clitoris.  It's
that soft thing that sticks out right in the middle, above the pee hole.  The
hood around it, and the little flaps that connect to it, are pretty sensitive
too.  And the outer lips are nice, but they won't drive you up a wall like the
rest will.  The outer lips are what you see most of the time, 'cause when
they're closed they cover up the rest."  Sonja looked down, and forward a bit,
and saw that Rachel's wrist was pressed into her vulva as it had been a few
nights before.  "Are your shoulders finished?"  Rachel nodded.  The shoulder
rub had been nice, but her privates were better.  Sonja rubbed her small thighs
a bit, asking if she wanted to relax in the water for a while.  Rachel absently
said, "Mmm-hm," snuggling against her mother again and starting to move her
wrist up and down against her pink, slightly swollen outer labia.  Sonja put
one hand on her daughter's chest, holding her close to kiss her cheek from
behind.  "Does it feel good, rubbing your kitty?"

	"Yeah."

	"I know.  Take your time."  Rachel's smile widened, and her lips parted as her
mother began kissing the side of her neck.  Her left wrist was against her
vulva, her right rubbing her thigh, the sweetness from her genitals seeming to
caress every thought.  Her mother's right hand held her chest, the left holding
her head as she pressed her neck into the kiss.  She had wanted to rub her
privates earlier on the toilet, but there hadn't been time.  Now she was
relaxed, soaking in warm water and honey bubbles, and she could rub all she
wanted.  And there were warm kisses to boot.  This was a good bath.
	Her mother had said something about the soft spot just above her pee hole. 
She'd run into that thing before.  It was odd, and sometimes it felt too tender
to touch, but she wasn't surprised if it could "drive her up a wall" as her
mother had put it.  She decided to try it out directly.  Lifting her hands to
her kitty, she gently opened her outer lips like she was making water.  She
found her pee hole, and moved her fingers up.  It did feel good.  Better than
using her wrist on everything at once, better than just rubbing between her
lips without concentrating on one place.  The skin on it was really soft, and
it moved around a lot.  Up, down a little.  And the whole thing moved side to
side.  She had been testing its movement for several seconds when she realized
she really didn't want to stop.  Flicking the soft spot around between her
chubby lips felt just plain wonderful.  She openly laughed, and her mother
kissed her face again.
	Sonja held her baby's cheeks in both hands, kissing her forehead as she saw
the tiny fingers stroking between her daughter's labia.  She gently tilted
Rachel's head back, just enough to kiss her lips.  The upside-down kissing
position was elementary Kama Sutra, and featured in most of the sex guides
Sonja had read.  It let each partner suck the other's full lower lip at once. 
Rachel's lips were too tiny to fill Sonja's mouth, but Sonja fully intended to
let Rachel have hers.  Rachel took the soft flesh, lightly pressing into the
kiss.  That strange twitching she'd felt before was getting strong, and her
hand wasn't getting tired.  She continued flicking the soft...what was
it?...clitoris, that was it...side to side, feeling the inside squish and
tickle.  It felt hot, wet, and her entire pelvis was comfortably warm from the
bathwater.  She started to feel like she had to go to the bathroom and was
holding it, but she couldn't let go.  Usually she could stop the twitching, but
now she couldn't.  And she couldn't stop the rubbing that was causing it.  No
wonder so many people were in romantic relationships.  Her lips parted against
her mother's cheek, her breath becoming ragged.  Sonja knew.
	She let Rachel return her neck to a more comfortable position resting against
her mother's right shoulder, and rubbed Rachel's thighs up and down as the
stroking of her clitoris increased in tempo.  Gradually Sonja's rubbing moved
around the outsides of her daughter's legs to the undersides of her knees.  It
would prevent cramping when Rachel came.  And she would come.  Her stroking of
herself was rhythmic, nearly in time with her open-mouthed breathing, and she
was starting to shake.
	The sensations were amazing.  Rachel's whole body wanted to move, as if the
strange squeezing feeling in her privates was dance music being broadcast
everywhere at once, and every muscle was on the dance floor.  The twitching was
now strong pulsing, and she had no control.  Wanted no control.  She trusted
her body, and it rewarded her with manna from heaven.  The pulsing became
stronger, every contraction more pleasurable, and suddenly the contractions
came crashing in one after the other.  Her tiny body stiffened, and she felt
her mother's soft hands under her knees as she squeezed her thighs together,
her fingers quickly moving up and down against her soft spot.  Her voice was a
series of gasps and grunts.  Had her mind not been completely enraptured by the
sensations, she might have laughed at the sounds she was making.  She gritted
her teeth in response to one last, powerful set of contractions, and relaxed,
letting her breath out.
	Sonja held her daughter's small, heaving torso as she collapsed against her
mother.  The sweet angel was ragged, laughing in a state so relaxed it seemed
drug-induced.  She rubbed her daughter's chest up and down gently, asking, "Has
that ever happened before, sweetie?"  Rachel shook her head tiredly.  "You just
had something called an orgasm.  It's what happens when privates get really
aroused and have to let all that energy out.  And the neat part is, you can
have all the orgasms you want.  Mmmm, my silly little sweetie.  You deserve
it."  This was punctuated with a big affectionate kiss on the cheek, and Rachel
smiled.  She was really tired now, and her hand ached a bit, but she felt brand
new.  She closed her eyes, catching her breath for a moment.  It was time for
bed.
	Stepping out to dry herself as Rachel sat in the tub with the expression of a
miner who'd just struck gold, Sonja was happy for her daughter.  At that age
she had masturbated rarely, and was ten before her first orgasm.  The times had
been more conservative.  Not oppressively so, but Sonja had never been as
carefree and openly sexual as her daughter seemed.  Rachel hadn't been ashamed
of her body, or wondered if she would hurt herself, or if she was dirty, or if
it was okay to like feeling someone else's body around her as she masturbated. 
Attitudes like that had slowed Sonja's own sexuality, and taken some effort to
get over.  Rachel was free of all that.  It felt good, she did it.  It kept
feeling good, she kept doing it.  And here she sat, the sweetness of her first
orgasm still radiating from her genitals and her face and her mind.
	Sonja dried herself off, donning an open robe and asking Rachel if she was
ready for bed.  Sometimes Rachel liked to sit in the water after Sonja was
finished, but the orgasm had turned her to jelly inside.  She was ready to
sleep.  Sonja lifted the glowing child out of the water, setting her down on a
towel and wrapping another around her.  She used her usual comforting
up-and-down motion with the towel, and Rachel's torso was soon dry.  Her hair
continued dripping, so it was next.  Sonja wrapped her head in the towel and
tousled it dry, then moved to dry her legs.  
	That's when she noticed it.  There was beaded water on Rachel's swollen,
flushed genitals, but some of the wetness had a different consistency.  Sonja
had never thought about whether such a young girl could lubricate, or how much,
but there it was.  She looked into Rachel's eyes.  "Honey, is it okay if I dry
your privates?  I think you made some kitty juice when you had your orgasm." 
Rachel furrowed her brow as she looked down at her kitty, and nodded.  The
towel was gently applied between her legs, and she gasped.  It didn't hurt, but
her kitty was even more sensitive than before the orgaz...origami...whatever. 
The good part.  Her mother let her lean against her shoulder and explained,
"After a while, you can have orgasms one after the other if you try.  But you
look tired."  Rachel kept staring at her new favorite body part being dabbed
dry by the warm towel, and said, "Yeah."
	Finally her genitals were dry and her legs soon after that.  Sonja wrapped her
in a towel.  "Where do you want to sleep?"
	"Your bed.  Can we cuddle?"  Her mommy leaned towards her, gently and
passionately kissing her fully on her lips and stroking her damp black hair. 
When she pulled back to answer, Rachel's face remained in its kissing position
- eyes closed dreamily, her lips hanging in the air for a moment as her mother
pressed their foreheads together.  "Honey, I'm really happy for you.  I didn't
have an orgasm until I was ten.  The way I was brought up just made everything
a a bit strange.  Mysterious, I guess, 'cause people didn't tell me everything.
 And I want you to have the best experiences you can.  We can do anything you
want."
	Rachel smiled and hugged her mother as she was picked up and carried into the
bedroom nude.  Sonja set her down in the bed, tarrying at its side for a
moment.  "Do you want some pajamas?"  Rachel shook her head, instead reaching
her hand out and gently pulling her mother into the bed next to her.  Sonja
tossed the robe on the floor, wrapping her soft naked form around her
still-aroused baby.  She lay behind Rachel, snuggling up to her from behind and
pulling the comforter over them.  Contentedly she began stroking Rachel's hair
as the girl squirmed against her body.  "Touching your privates to make them
feel good is called masturbating.  It's kind of a clunky word.  Sometimes I say
'kitty rub' instead, or 'playing with myself.'  You can do it in bed too. 
Actually that tends to be easier."  Rachel had already figured out the 'in bed
too' part, lightly pressing one wrist into her tender vulva as she spooned with
her mommy.  Exhausted from the amazing experience in the tub, she soon fell
asleep with her legs wrapped around her hand.  Sonja lay awake for a while
afterward, inhaling the honey-scented angel.

Wednesday, 5th December, 2074.
	
	Sonja woke up.  Serenely asleep in her arms lay the sweet baby whose first
orgasm had shaken her young body just the night before.  Checking out the
window at the approaching sunrise, it took all of ten seconds for Sonja to
realize she and Rachel might want to call in sick.  Today would be a romantic
holiday.  Letting her daughter's light snoring continue, she slowly extricated
herself from the embrace and went to get Rachel some pajamas from her room. 
She returned quickly, wanting her daughter to wake up in her mother's arms, to
kisses and snuggles and sweet nothings in her ear.
	She set the satiny two-piece jammies at the foot of the bed, slipping back
under the covers and wrapping herself around the sleeping girl once more.  She
was about to doze off again when Rachel awoke.  "Mmm...mommy..."
	"Hi sweetie."  Sonja kissed her neck, holding her close.  "How do you feel?" 
Rachel turned towards her, curiously kissing her on the lips.  "I feel good. 
Real good."  Sonja laughed.  "Wanna call in sick today?  We can stay home and
cuddle, or whatever."  Rachel nodded, her attention turning to her mother's
breasts as Sonja reached over her to grab the phone.  As she called her office
and Rachel's school to deliver the awful news of the dread plague which had
struck them, Rachel smiled at the mischief of it all, inhaling the warmth of
her mommy's cleavage.
	Sonja hung up finally, kissing the top of her daughter's head and happily
proclaiming, "Well, we now officially have all the time in the world."  Rachel
didn't answer, opting instead to latch her tiny lips onto her mother's nipple. 
Sonja stayed on her side, letting Rachel nurse as she wished.  Letdown was
pleasant and came easily, and she shuddered as she felt her daughter's nursing
draw milk from her body.  As had happened the night before, Rachel was as much
interested in playing with her mother's breasts as with being fed.  As usual
she sucked gently, as her mother's nipples were easy to open and just as easy
to hurt.  But this morning she used her hands too, lightly holding the supple
gland with her fingers, watching the flesh as it yielded to her touch.  After a
while she was barely sucking, just holding the nipple in her mouth and
examining her mother's breasts with her hands.  For some reason they just felt
nice to squeeze and nuzzle.  
	She said "I'm done," and Sonja took one of the small towels she kept next to
the bed, holding it to her still-leaking nipple.  She turned on her back to
help it stop leaking, and Rachel climbed on top of her giggling.  They stayed
that way for a few minutes, Rachel straddling her mother's tummy and nuzzling
her breastbone, one hand still holding the nipple from which she had nursed. 
Neither felt any need to talk about the previous night, or about the way they
felt now.  They simply let their happiness be.

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