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Chapter 8 Sex Ed 1
“I always swore that if I ever had a daughter she’s wouldn’t grow up ignorant of sex like I did. My mother and father never discussed the facts of life with me and I had to learn everything on my own the hard way,” said Lisa.
“Mom I know things,” protested Charlotte feeling embarrassed as the two of them entered her bedroom. It was a Saturday afternoon in late August. In a week, Charlotte would be starting her freshman year in high school. Often, Charlotte felt she was paying the price of having a mother who was a former schoolteacher.
“I’m sure you do, Charly. There’s a lot of sex on television and children these days start early. But some things you learn from TV and your friends may be dead wrong and get you in trouble. It’s my responsibility as a parent to educate you about human sexuality. You should be thankful I’m willing to take the time and effort to do this. Frankly, it’s more than a little embarrassing for me too but I’m going to do what’s right by you even if I turn red doing it.”
“All right, let’s hear your version of the birds and the bees,” said Charlotte resigning herself to her fate.
Earlier, the two of them had been in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch. After her husband had left to make his Saturday trip to the farmer’s co-op to buy supplies, Charlotte’s mother had removed a shopping bag from the closet and bid Charlotte to follow her upstairs. When they got to Charlotte’s room, Lisa delivered a shocker to her daughter.
“Take your clothes off. I need to show you things that require nudity. We’re going to start with masturbation,” said Lisa once they were in Charlotte’s room with the door closed.
“Mamma, no way!” protested Charlotte. “I’m not taking my clothes off with you watching.”
“As if I haven’t seen you naked before, I am your mother. The first thing you need to learn is sex is not for the shy and there is nothing perverse or wicked about the human body. Will it make you more comfortable if I undress too?”
“Can’t we just talk?” asked Charlotte finding it hard to believe that her mother was doing this.
“No, we can’t just talk. Now quit acting like a baby. I’ll go first if that will help,” said Lisa as she grabbed the bottom of the sweater and tugged it over her head. Lisa dropped the garment on a nearby chair then reached back to unsnap her bra freeing and exposing her large womanly breasts. Lisa felt a rush of excitement when she saw Charlotte looking at her nakedness.
“I wish I had breasts like you,” said Charlotte staring enviously at her mother’s voluptuous figure. Charlotte’s body fact percentage was in the single digits.
“After you’ve had back aches from lugging them around, you may want to retract that wish. Now hurry, get undressed.”
Lisa kicked off her house slippers then unsnapped her jeans and pushed her jeans and panty down to her ankles in one motion. She quickly stepped free rubbing her sex.
“There, beat you, shy girl. Don’t you have to undress in front of each other in the girl’s locker room after PE,” said Lisa.
“Yes, but you’re not there to watch me. Why did I have to be built like a Simmons? You and Aunt Margaret have such terrific figures but I’m a walking stick,” said Charlotte right before she took a deep breath and pushed her panty down her long legs. Her mother was right about her undressing in the Girl’s Locker Room and thinking nothing about it but somehow with her mother there it was different.
“Funny how we’re never happy with whom we are. Margaret was telling me the other day how beautiful you are and how she’d sell her soul to be thin like you.”
“Really, she said that?” Charlotte often bemoaned she took after her father’s side of the family. She was tall and thin where her mother and maternal Aunt could only be described as curvaceous. Charlotte had recently noticed how men looked at her mother’s bottom and breasts when they were at the grocery store or the mall. Charlotte wondered whether that was the reason that her mom favored tighter fitting scoop neck sweaters revealing the tops of her breasts. Charlotte had been embarrassed when her Mom had helped out in the school library wearing slacks that hugged her rear providing a clear outline of her thong panty. Several of her eight grade male classmates had made comments about her Mom’s hot ass comparing it unfavorably to Charlotte’s lean flanks.
“You got shortchanged in the butt department, Charlotte,” was how Rory unkindly phrased it.
Two weeks ago, she’d gone shopping for school clothes with Aunt Margaret and her mom and found it embarrassing the way men, even fathers with young children went out of their way to stare at the two women. She’d been surprised to learn the sisters were fully aware of the impact they were having. Teasing the men was a game to them especially for Aunt Margaret. The idea that Aunt Margaret would be jealous of her figure was difficult to accept.
“Yes, really, those are the words of a woman who has tried every diet on the planet to lose weight. How tall are you these days, Charlotte? I noticed your jeans were creeping up your ankles again.”
“Six foot two inches, the tallest girl in my class, actually the tallest student in the eight grade,” said Charlotte whose growth spurt of the last few years had propelled her far beyond her classmates. Only a few of the boys in her class reached her shoulder.
“You did stand out in your class picture. But since you’ve got your heart set on playing basketball being tall is a good thing. Besides you’ll fill out some in the next two years. Now hop on the bed and relax. We need to get started,” said Lisa taking a deep breath to overcome her reluctance to masturbate in front of her daughter.
“You shave down there,” commented Charlotte as she clambered onto her bed.
“Yes, I shave my pussy.” Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed near her daughter. “Listen, Charlotte, let’s talk like grownups. It’s not wee-wee any longer. It’s piss or urine and its not ‘down there’ it’s pussy or vagina. You’re fourteen now. Speak more like an adult.”
“Yes, Mama, why do you shave your cunt?”
“Charly, you are a handful. Okay, cunt it is. If I said your father prefers my cunt hairless would you be shocked,” said Lisa?
“I don’t know. Does he not like it hairy?”
“Some men, not all, prefer a woman’s sex hairless especially for oral sex,” said Lisa feeling guilty she was lying to her daughter about her reasons for shaving her pussy. It was the Reverend Morgan Thornton that encouraged Lisa to remove all her pubic hair. She had gone to a local spa and submitted to a painful Brazilian bikini wax after the Reverend had told her he preferred women who completely shaved their sex. Still when he had gone down on her and made her cum with his mouth, she decided it was worth it.
“The hair gets in daddy’s mouth,” asked Charlotte.
“Something like that, now I don’t want to get too personal about your father and me. This isn’t about your parents. It’s about you and how to keep yourself sexually satisfied until you’re in college and mature enough to have sexual intercourse. How your father and I conduct our sex life is a private matter. Masturbation is the key to keeping yourself satisfied so that you don’t feel compelled to have intercourse,” said Lisa reaching into the shopping bag at her feet.
“Mother, you don’t really expect me to play with myself while you watch?” asked Charlotte.
“Yes, I certainly do, Charly. I need to make sure you are fully capable of satisfying yourself. Otherwise, you’ll find it very hard to resist letting some boy put his cock in your cunt.”
“Momma, this is so embarrassing. Do we have to do this?”
“Yes, we do. Have you tried it?”
“Once or twice, maybe more,” said Charlotte looking away from her mother at the ceiling. Charlotte was too shy to admit she masturbated nightly.
“Alone or with your girlfriends?”
“Mother, you must think I’m a lesbian! Alone of course,” said Charlotte not admitting to her recent episode of girl on girl oral sex with her friend Celeste.
“Sometimes, girls teach each other these things,” said Lisa recalling how she and her sister Margaret would masturbate together after school. Lisa had also heard rumors that several of the Maplewood High girl’s basketball team were lesbians. “And were you successful?”
“Successful about what?”
“Did you have an orgasm? Did you cum, shoot the moon, rock your world? The French refer to it as la petite morte, the little death. Goodness Charlotte, don’t be such a ninny! I’m trying to treat you like you’re maturing and you’re acting like you’re still in grammar school.”
“I suppose so. Yes, I’ve had orgasms, lots of them. I get off big time,” recalling how she had almost passed out when Mr. Kenwood ate her to a climax.
“Good, here squeeze a couple of drops of this on your clitoris. You don’t need much,” said Lisa handing Charlotte a bottle of Jergens Lotion.
“You want me to masturbate, right here, while you watch?” asked a still incredulous Charlotte. None of her friends had ever mentioned being taught by their mothers to get themselves off.
“I won’t know you’re doing it right unless I watch,” said Lisa as she inserted two AA batteries in a small vibrator and tested it. “Plus I have some things to give you that will improve the experience. Now get busy. We don’t have all day.”
Charlotte squeezed several drops of lotion on her clitoris then began spreading it around her sex. Almost immediately she felt a sense of arousal.
“Listen to your body as you rub your pussy. Don’t rub the same place all the time. It loses sensitivity. Rub clockwise then counter clockwise. Keep changing the pattern. How does that feel?”
“Good, no great, how often do you masturbate?”
“I’m the teacher. You’re the student. But the answer is not as often as I would like. I’d wake your father up and he needs his rest. Now this is a clitoral vibrator,” said Lisa handing the ivory colored plastic bullet to her daughter. “Work the tip around your clit in a circular motion while you use the fingers of your other hand to play with the entrance to your vagina. Most of the nerve endings are located in the entrance. That’s why a thicker cock feels better than a long one.”
“Is Daddy’s thick?”
“Charlotte, no more questions about your father and me. Please,” said Lisa suppressing her frustration to blurt out that Ben’s cock was twice as thick and long as the average but totally useless as far as she was concerned.
“Sorry,” said Charlotte concentrating on the task at hand. She’d gotten over her initial embarrassment at having to masturbate while her mother watched. In fact, she now found the idea of her mother watching her stroke her sex added to her intense feelings of pleasure.
“How are you doing, Charly?”
“Oh, it feels real good. I think I’m going to have an orgasm in just a minute or two.”
“Excellent, that’s what we’re here for,” said Lisa impressed with the little time it took for Charlotte to become aroused enough to climax. “Stay relaxed and don’t rush it. Just close your eyes. Focus on the journey don’t worry about the destination. Fantasizing about some movie star or one of those boys that sings in a group can help.”
“Whom do you fantasize about, Momma?”
“Brad Pitt and the guy who does the weather on Channel 4,” said Lisa failing to mention how it had been Reverend Thornton who had been the subject of her masturbatory fantasies for the last few weeks.
“Would it be wrong to fantasize about someone you know?”
“Like a boy you consider desirable and wish was on top of you right at the moment thrusting his hard cock into your cunt?” asked Lisa recalling her latest fantasy in which Reverend Morgan was sodomizing her while the entire congregation of the church sang a gospel hymn.
“Yes, someone in our church, he went to Briarcliff Middle School but he’ll be at Maplewood High,” said Charlotte recalling how she whispered, ‘Bobby’ over and over again as she played with herself.
“Bobby Thornton, I’ve noticed you looking at him during church school,” said Lisa wondering why cruel fate had chosen the father to be her lover and the son to be potentially her daughter’s.
“He’s so cute. Don’t you think so, Mom?”
“What I think is not important. But he’s a handsome enough lad like his father,” said Lisa wondering when would be the next time she would meet the Reverend Thornton at the Comfort Inn in the next town over for an afternoon of illicit sex.
“So it’s all right to imagine I’m with Bobby,” said Lisa.
“Whatever floats your boat but you are still far too young for sex with an actual boy. That’s one reason I’m taking the time to show you how to enjoy sex without a partner. But a make believe partner is perfectly all right.”
“I know I’m too young. You and Dad have nothing to worry about,” said Charlotte.
“Good, now I’m just going to sit here quietly and let you finish. Then I have some more things to give you,” said Lisa recalling what she had seen in the basement that morning between Charlotte and her Dad.
If it had been entirely up to Charlotte I wonder how far Charly and Ben would have gone thought Lisa as she watched Charlotte using both hands on her sex. Ben is a God fearing Christian man who adores his daughter but he’s only human. He’d be devastated if they wound up having sex. Teaching Charlotte to satisfy herself will keep her from seducing her father. At least I hope it does.
Charlotte closed her eyes and imagined she was with Bobby and it was his fingers and tongue on her sex. It was only a matter of moments before her body rose off the bed jerking in a paroxysm of muscle spasms leaving her breathless.
“My heart is beating so fast,” said Charlotte when she had recovered enough to speak.
“Good cum, darling?”
“The best, oh thank you so much for helping me,” said Charlotte rolling to the side of the bed and hugging her mother tightly. Daughter and mother both felt certain warmth as Charlotte’s arms pressed their breasts together.
“Excellent, you did very well. But you always were a good student. I just wish my mother had educated me about sex. Your Aunt and I were left to learn everything on our own,” said Lisa as she gently pushed Charlotte away. Watching Charlotte masturbate followed by her warm embrace had produced some very unmotherly feeling in Lisa.
“What’s next,” asked Charlotte? “I want to learn more.”
“Let’s take a five minute break,” said Lisa leaving unsaid that she needed to calm down.
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