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

Author's website:  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/holokittynx/www
Chapter codes: Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, lac, mast, ScFi. 
Third person - childlove, lesbian, mother/daughter, semi-utopian.  Synopsis:  A fictional island democracy with no child-sex taboo, as seen through romantic and political vignettes focusing on the people who live there.

COPYRIGHT NOTICE:  This story may be freely distributed provided it retains all story codes and credits, including the author's email and website.

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 third-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, and her mother continued. "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 jalapenos 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 5'11" and 32 years old, Sonja's scale measured her at about 125 lbs. She was pale, of Scandinavian descent, with blue eyes and hair as black as her daughter's. She kept it short and spiked 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 against things, but I don't know if she does it intentionally. She seems to find a position that puts 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.  But I used to do that just to keep them warm." She shrugged, 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. At least in the abstract.  But Rachel’s own exploration wouldn’t be an abstract.  "How do I know if she wants me to…help her…masturbate?" 
	"Do you bathe together every night?" 
	Yes, and this is what I get.  "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 first 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. But I’d wait to give it to her, until she’s already using her hands.
“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 she wants you 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 thought.  “I don’t want to make too many recommendations to her.  I mean, I want to make sure that whatever she does is her own idea, not mine.”  Dana nodded towards the tablet.  “A lot of what’s in there deals with asking questions rather than giving information.  The information part’s easy.  Finding out what information to give and when is a matter of listening.  For instance, chances are Rachel doesn’t need to know everything about pregnancy if it’s just herself right now, or just the two of you.  I assume.”  Dana said this last sentence with the sort of feigned innocence that had to mean sarcasm, and Sonja chuckled.  “Yeah.  I’m good, but I’m not that good.”  Dana went on.  “You aren’t actually initiating anything, which simplifies things.  You don’t have expectations.  If kids were your preference I’d have a lot more to talk about.”
	Sonja began stuffing the tablet into her purse, and looked up 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 confidence in Dana's advice. 
	That evening at dinner, Sonja was somewhat noticeably preoccupied. She hadn't collected her thoughts, 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 a little too loudly, "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...you know...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.  Keep my mouth shut until she says something, then spill my guts. 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 injecting too much of your own tastes, 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.  But don’t assume anything about how much she wants to know.  Wait and watch." 
	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-yous and you-complete-mes and big hugs. As the menfolk 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 footrest. 
	Sonja woke up. Groggily she turned towards the wall clock, which said it was 8:00 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. 
	Sonja noted her daughter's interest, wondering what the hell the kid could be doing.  Then she realized she had no idea why she herself liked breasts – she just did. Okay.  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 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." Sonja’s blood ran cold.
	"Weird?”  
“Warm,” Rachel said lazily, but with a surprised tone that said more.  Sonja didn't want to stop the massage, so instead of hugging Rachel she pressed her cheek against the girl's head. "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…”  Sonja’s speech didn’t skip, but her thoughts did. “…in the tub." Rachel took note of her current location and asked dreamily, "How do you make them feel good?" 
Sonja replied, "Um…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 forwards 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. "What are you feeling?" 
	Rachel relaxed against her mom, and her wrist kept moving. 
	Sonja was reeling from how much information she had just imparted and how easily, but collected herself.  "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 too. 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 what was coming, but not how to help.  Abruptly she saw herself as a teenager, and thought of the treatment she had longed for.
	She helped 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; 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.  “Wha…whoa…”
	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, eyes big as saucers as she asked automatically, "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 excited 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 had been sixteen 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.  And the house is still standing, thought Sonja.
	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 that had made her scalp tickle and her toes curl. 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, 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 sixteen. The way I was brought up just made everything a little 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 scent of her daughter's hair. 

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 two 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.