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Teaching Ch. 01

By: tarkatony



The door was partly open so Tim poked his head inside and called, "Cara?"

"Is that you, Tim?" Cara's mother's voice came from the basement.

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson, is Cara home?"

"Can't hear you, come on down."

Tim walked through the kitchen and took the stairs he knew led to the family room. Susan Johnson was in the laundry room near the foot of the stairs. "Hi, Mrs. Johnson, is Cara home?"

Susan Johnson stood by the washer with a large bundle of laundry in her hands. "Oh, sorry, is that all you wanted, no, she's not, she just left for soccer practice." 

"Oh, right." Tim knew that but had forgotten.

"But while you're here could you do me a favour? Would you get me a box of soap from that cupboard?" She indicated the cupboard with a nod.

Tim did as he was asked but couldn't find one.

"I'm sure I put it in there, here, hold this for a sec and I'll look." She handed Tim the clothes and, seeing Tim was right, found the soap in a shopping bag on the floor. When she returned to the washer she couldn't help but laugh. On top of the large pile of laundry, just inches from Tim's nose, was a pair of Cara's skimpy panties which, judging by his nylon track shorts, had inspired in the 19 year old a rather nifty erection. Still chuckling, she put the soap down and took the laundry from him, "That wasn't very nice of me, was it?" 

Tim blushed and said nothing

"But then with three sisters they're hardly foreign to you."

"What?"

Mrs. Johnson smiled and flicked the panties from the washer and let them fall back in, "These. With three sisters seeing these is nothing new to you."

Timmy shook his head.

She could easily see Tim's discomfort and couldn't resist a little playful jibe, "I guess all men find them erotic, they're so flimsy and delicate. Is that it?" she said, with a mischievous smile?

"No."

Mrs. Johnson had been pouring the soap powder into the supplied cup but his response was so strangely adamant it caused her to quickly look at him, "No?"

"I wasn't looking at them."

She smiled and said, in an understanding voice with just a hint of mockery, "No, of course not, it was silly of me to suggest it."

There was a long silence before Timmy spoke again, "It was the other ones."

It took a few moments for his words to register, "The other ones?" She absently looked down at the clothes in the machine but the only other pair of panties she could see where a pair of her own, white, almost grey-white with age. She quickly stole a glance at the boy and when she looked away she surreptitiously cast her eyes down to see that his erection had become conspicuously more pronounced.

"I like the white ones." His words were barely audible and had a slight quiver.

The words shocked Sue Johnson, first because the panties they were talking about were her own and second, because they were talking about underwear at all. "But why?" The moment she blurted out the question she regretted it.

"They're yours."

"Yes," she agreed looking at him, but not understanding him.

"That's why."

"Because they're mine?" Susan Johnson was clearly confused and her voice was weak, as if she was uncertain of what he was talking about.

"You're very pretty, Mrs. Johnson."

The boy she was looking at, the boy she had known for many years, suddenly came into a new and entirely different focus. Pretty? Did he just call me pretty? And where we really talking about my underwear?

The boy must have realized what he said for he suddenly looked awkward and out of place, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," and he turned to leave but just before he got to the door he stopped and looked back at Susan Johnson, who hadn't moved since she last spoke, "But you are very pretty, Mrs. Johnson. I have always thought you are pretty." And then he was gone.

Susan Johnson remained still, as if uncertain what to do next. Had this 19 year old boy just called me pretty? Had this boy, the same age as her daughter, just had an erection from looking at my underwear? Is this possible? Her impulse was to laugh, but she didn't, instead she sat down on a nearby stool, slowly, as if dizzy. It was unsettling, disturbing.

Susan Johnson didn't think of herself as pretty, in fact, she didn't think of herself at all. Ever since her husband died she had considered herself only a mother and a widow, and the widow Johnson seemed a role she was born to play, or that's what her two sisters and brother thought. Nothing was expected of a widow. A widow only had a past and she knew, just as her brother and sisters knew, that if she didn't have Cara, Susan Johnson's life would be entirely without purpose, entirely without meaning. 

As a widow she learned to see herself as she suspected all others saw her: lonely, bored and sexless. Pretty, that was the last thing she felt. How could anyone find me pretty? I'm not. My face is lined and old, not ancient, but old, certainly every day of my 39 years. And my body? Well, I don't look at it. I haven't looked at it for years. It just is. It's serviceable enough and, she knocked on the wooden leg of the stool, healthy but it's falling a bit and stretching and ..., she snorted contemptuously picturing the daily ritual of capturing her large, slightly sagging breast in her thin, worn bras and hiding herself in old and shapeless dresses. Pretty! She hadn't thought of herself as pretty for years. But she had been. She had been when Sam Johnson married her 20 years ago and she had been when she held her daughter Cara in her arms for the first time. And she had the pictures upstairs to prove it!

Cara Johnson bounded into the house with all the energy of youth. "That was really cool, mum." She gave her mother, who was standing at the stove, a quick peck on her cheek then grabbed an apple and sat at the kitchen table.

Susan Johnson looked over her shoulder, "What was really cool?"

"Tim told me."

Cara had her attention now. She turned around and leaned against the stove. "Tim told you what?" What would he have said?

"He told me that he thought you are pretty ... and he told me about his erection."

"His erection!"

"He said he got it from seeing your panties," then she laughed, "not from seeing mine, from seeing yours."

"He told you that?"

Cara nodded and laughed, "We talk about everything, we have for years. He's interested in what girls think and I'm interested in what boys think," then she added with a short laugh, "when they think."

"But erections?"

"Sure, why not? I want to know why men get them and he can tell me."

"Well believe me, they don't usually get them from looking at the underwear of aging women."

"Well he did and you didn't get mad at him and I think that's really cool." She took a bite from her apple, then said almost incoherently with a chunk of apple in her mouth, "You should be flattered."

"Did you say flattered?" Susan didn't think she heard her right.

Cara quickly chewed the bits of apple in her mouth, "Yes, flattered. Tim's a handsome, normal, intelligent ..."

"Boy!"

"Man, a normal stand-up, caring man, not a pervert, not a momma's boy, he's a really good guy and he's a really good friend. If he can get a hard on looking at your panties and if he will call you pretty, after all the efforts you take to look like a friggin' bag lady, well, then that means to me that some men find you pretty and sexy, and, to quote another pretty and sexy older woman, 'that is a good thing.'"

"Bag lady?" Susan repeated the words with a laugh, she thought the insult funny.

Cara shared her mother's laugh, "Bag lady! Look at you, you look just like a bag lady."

"But I haven't any bags," she said, still enjoying the image.

"No bags, but you've got the dress, you've got the hair, you've got the shoes — you've definitely got the look, mum, bags or no bags."

"Susan Johnson, bag lady," there was still amusement in her voice, she didn't seem to care about the insult.

Cara decided in an instant. She leapt to her feet and took her mother by the lapels of her collar and pulled on her dress as if trying to give shape to it, "Bag lady and it's high time we did something about it. This is the oughties, mum, it's time you got it together, it's time you got presentable, you need a make-over and I'm going to give it to you!" Cara reached over, turned off the stove element, then tugged at her mother's arm. "Come."

The amusement stayed in Sue Johnson's eyes, "Where are we going?" 

"To your closet, to get rid of these," Cara reached over and grabbed her mother's dress near the neck and tugged at it, ripping the worn cotton to expose the top of a grey-white bra."

"Cara!"

"I don't care," Cara said, pulling at her mother's arm, "I don't ever want to see you in this or any of your other bag lady dresses again, I'm going to rip up every one of them. A new wardrobe! That will be my first step in your make over, the first of about 50."

"50?"

"You're a mess, mum, you're a real mess," Cara said, as they climbed the stairs. "Things are going to change around here and it starts now and it starts with this," as they entered her mother's bedroom, she reached back and tore a large piece from the ripped and shapeless dress.

"God, Cara, leave some, leave me some dignity." Susan was laughing nervously as she held her arms up to cover her bra.

But Cara wasn't. She pulled her mother's arms down then yanked at what remained of her dress, and as her mother stood in the middle of the room, in her worn grey-white bra and panties with the rags of a tattered, ugly dress pooled at her feet, her laughter dissipated to doubt. 

Cara studied her mother, "Jesus, maybe Tim is a pervert. What can he possibly find exciting about those?"

Susan now had her hands clasped in front of her in a vain attempt to conceal herself, "The thought had occurred to me."

"Well," Cara said as she opened her mother's closet door, "if he can get a boner from those, I can't imagine what he's going to get from what I have in mind."

"Cara!" She laughed in spite of herself.

"What have you got here?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Something you can wear to the mall. We're going shopping."

Three hours later the two Johnson girls, mother and daughter, knowing that it was near closing time, were just about to leave the mall when Cara spotted the store she was looking for. "We've got five minutes."

Struggling with her bags, and feeling ever more like the bag lady she was accused of being, Sue Johnson followed her daughter almost into the store before realizing where they were going. "Cara, I'm not going in there."

Cara looked back at her mother, confused, "Why not?"

"I don't need what they sell."

"Oh yes, you do," Cara insisted.

"No I don't," and she turned and as she walked towards the exit, Cara went inside.

Cara Johnson put her bags on the kitchen table, found the scissors in the drawer, then walked upstairs to her mother's bedroom and put the bags she was carrying on her mother's bed, beside the others.

Cara looked at her mother, "Which one do you want?"

Sue Johnson was taking the boxes out of the bags. She looked up at her daughter, "Which one?"

"Which outfit do you want to try on first?"

"But I've already tried them on in the store," she protested. "I'll just put them away."

"No mum, I want you to try one on the outfit, the one you'll wear tomorrow. Put on the blue slacks and yellow blouse."

"Why? I can ..."

"Mum, I don't trust you," there was a fierceness in Cara's eyes, "put them on," then she walked to the closet, pulled out three dresses and sitting down on a nearby chair began cutting them up with the scissors.

"Cara ..."

"Mum!" 

Sue Johnson could see her daughter was becoming irritated so she shrugged in resignation and found the bag with the slacks and blouse. "Can I just hold them up?"

Cara jumped to her feet and pulled a few other dresses off their hangers and began cutting them. 

"OK, OK, give me a minute." She picked up the bag and was heading to the en suite bathroom when her daughter stuck out her leg to stop her.

"I'm not asking you to make yourself up, mum, we begin that step tomorrow, just change. Come on."

Feeling like a scolded child, Susan Johnson returned to the bed, removed the clothing from their packages, looked nervously at her daughter and then turning away took off her jeans and sweater and was just about to put on her new blue slacks when Cara stopped her, "Wait, just hold on a minute," and she popped up from her chair, raced from the room, down the stairs and was back within a minute. "Here, put these on," she said, throwing a tiny Victoria Secret's bag to her mother.

"Cara ..."

"Mum, God, you're like a child. I can't believe I was ever this sniveling. Just put them on, they won't hurt, honest."

Susan reached into the bag and held up the delicate red full cut panties for inspection. "At least they're ...," she searched for a word, "substantial."

Cara was watching her mother. "Now, yes, but they'll get smaller as I make you over. Put them on."

Sue turned away from her daughter, took off her grey-white underwear and slipped on the red nylon panties. When she stood up she quickly reached for her new slacks. 

"Wait!" Cara had an idea. She again ran from the room and moments later returned, pulling a full-sized mirror on wheels. "This is one of the steps. I bet you haven't looked into this mirror since you stored it in my room years ago."

She hadn't but said nothing, instead, she began to pull on the slacks. But her daughter stopped her again. Without a word she took the slacks from her mother and took her by the arm and positioned her in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself, mum, look at yourself."

But she wouldn't. Susan Johnson just stood still, with her head down, as if ashamed.

"Come on, mum, look at yourself, see who you are. You're really pretty, just give yourself a chance."

But she wouldn't look up so Cara did the only thing she could think of. She quickly removed her own clothes, right down to her light blue underwear. When she looked in the mirror, she saw her own familiar reflection and she saw her mother staring at her.

"You're not alone, mum."

Susan looked away from her daughter. "I'm not a girl either, Cara."

"No, but you're a very pretty woman, with a very pretty body. Look at yourself, mum, I think you look great!" And she did look great, surprisingly great. Cara couldn't remember the last time she saw her mother's body. It always seemed to be wrapped in one of those awful dresses, never in shorts and halter, never in a bathing suite. No, her mother surprised her, Cara thought she looked rather good. Oh, she had a few pounds she could lose and she could certainly use a major tone-up but Cara thought her mother had a truly wonderful, sexy body, one that she would be more than happy with, with a few modification, once she turned 40. And she said so, then asked, "Did you look like me when you were my age?"

Susan hadn't really looked at her daughter's body, that was just a little too weird for her, but now she did, she took a quick peek before looking away. She recognized the figure, she knew it intimately, the thin, elegant neck, the wide, strong shoulders, the rounded breasts and narrow waist and the hips, Susan had always liked her hips, they used to be the favourite part of her body, and Cara had them. "Yes," she said, not looking at her daughter, "I had more or less the same bits and pieces."

Cara put her arm around her mother's shoulder and coaxed her to look into the mirror, "No, I'm serious, mum, I want to know if you had the same body as me, and I want to know if this," she put her hand on her mother's stomach, "is what I can expect to look like when I get to be your age."

Sue laughed sarcastically, "Uggh, perish the thought."

"Come on mum, geez, did you look like me when you were 20, or not? Did you have breasts like these," she hefted them with her hands, "legs like these," and turning, "an ass like this?"

"You look very familiar, Cara but then you should, it wasn't that long ago when you were sliding down my birth canal."

Cara stamped her foot in frustration then got behind her mother and when she gave her a hug she pressed her hand into her mother's surprisingly flat stomach, then she dropped her hand a little to feel the softness of her nylon panties. "You look wonderful, mum and in these you look really sexy." But when she noticed her mother wasn't looking she took her mother's head in her hands and forced her to look into the mirror. "Look at yourself, mum, you're beautiful. You have wonderful shoulders, elegant arms, a nice waist and beautiful legs. You're beautiful, mum, not just pretty, you're beautiful."

Sue looked away, "I am not, and you know it."

Cara moved quickly to stand beside her mother, "Then how about me? Am I beautiful?"

Sue look at her quickly, yes, yes you are, you're as beautiful as I was at your age, but bodies like yours turn into bodies like mine, "Yes, Cara, you are a healthy, attractive girl, and I love you, now go and put your clothes on."

"Not yet." Cara again got behind her mother and quickly undid her bra and in the same motion pulled the bra from her mother's shoulders. Then, feeling her mother trying to escape, she tightly held on to her and studied the breasts she couldn't remembered ever having seen before. They were medium in size, but heavy, with freckles and large, brown areolas, like her own, and they rested against her ribs comfortably, as if they spent all their time there and not in the worn grey bra at her feet. "You're beautiful mum, you really are, why can't you understand that?"

"Because I can't." Her mother looked down, ashamed at her nudity.

Cara took one of her mother's breasts in her hand and gently caressed her nipple with her thumb. "I am going to make you learn that you're beautiful mum, I'll do that if it's the last thing I ever do," and then she picked up her pants and started to dress.

Teaching Ch. 02



Sue Johnson was tired and relieved. Tired, because her personal trainer, the one Cara had arranged, the one who demanded she visit the gym five times a week, had insisted on a particularly grueling workout 'because you have the weekend to rest.' And she was relieved, relieved because her daughter had surprised her. Tonight they were going to stay in and have popcorn and a movie; she wouldn't have to shop, to spend hours with a hairdresser, or do all the other things her daughter had insisted, maniacally insisted she do over the past two weeks. 'You need a break, mum,' Cara had said, matter of factly, and Susan agreed.

So after dinner, with popcorn for desert, Susan spread out on the couch while Cara slipped in the video before sitting down in the chair beside her.

"What are we watching?" asked Susan Johnson, not really caring. She hadn't seen a decent movie in years.

"You'll see," said Cara cryptically.

And she did. At first she thought it was a grade C romance — the music was tinny, the actors wooden and the dialogue stupid, but after only a few minutes she recognized it for what it was, pornography. She looked over at Cara, more confused then shocked, "Is this what I think it is?"

Cara smiled mischievously, "Have you ever seen one."

"No, of course not," she said getting to her feet, "and I'm not going to start now."

"OK, Mum," Cara said, getting to her feet. "You don't have to, I'll turn it off." She pushed the eject button on the VCR then said, "I'll see you later."

"Later?" Susan Johnson looked at her daughter, "Where are you going?"

"I think I'll go over to Tim's house, or John's or Peter's."

"But why? It's getting late?"

Cara held up the video, "To watch this! I wanted to see it, I've never seen one before and if you don't want to watch it with me, I will find somebody who will." Then she added with a sly grin, "but, frankly, mum, I would have thought a responsible parent would prefer that her impressionable daughter watch films like this in the safety of her own home and with parental control and supervision." She turned to leave.

"Cara ..."

Cara turned back. "What?" she responded innocently.

"That's blackmail."

"Is it?" Cara hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well, call it what you will. I have never seen a porn flick before and I want to, you have never seen a porn flick before and it's about time you did. I thought we could watch it together. Call it a bonding experience, but if you're going to throw me to the wolves, throw me to John ..."

Susan grabbed the video from her daughter's hand and shoved it into the VCR then went back to the couch, sat down and looked sternly at her daughter, as if she was about to do some entirely against her will. And when Cara looked back at her with a look of defiant determination, Susan Johnson felt a flash of warmth course through her body, a hot bolt of love: I was never that bright and alive when I was 19, nor as devious, she thought, marveling at the girl who filled her life with so much joy.

They watched the film in silence. The first 15 minutes was a composite of multi-angled shots, fixated on a single fluid motion, the in and out of copulation. It was a film almost fit for biology class. The second section was longer and very different. Two women, they could have been mother and daughter, discovered an interest in each other's bodies, slowly, passionately, exquisitely. It was near the end of the segment when Cara realized that she had been rubbing her crotch through her jeans and it was near the end, too, when she noticed that her mother's breathing was unusually loud. And then it was over and the overly muscled man, and the impossibly bosomed woman were at it again, as if they hadn't stopped, as if they were being paid by the stroke, in and out, in and out, God, Cara thought, do I have to look forward to a lifetime of that?

"So that's fucking, eh?" Cara pressed the rewind button. "Frankly, mum, it doesn't look like something I'll be all that excited about."

"No," said her mother, with a little relief, "I don't blame you. That wasn't the best advertisements for having kids."

Cara looked at her mother out of the corner of her eye, "But the women were hot."

Silence.

"I said the women were hot."

Silence.

"Mum, I said the women were hot," and she looked directly and inquisitively at her mother.

Her mother smiled and said nothing.

"I'm going to watch that part again."

"Fine," said her mother getting up, "I'm going to bed."

"I wonder which part John will like?" The words were quiet and packed with what sounded like genuine curiosity.

"Cara, really. You wanted me to watch it, I did. I don't have to watch it time and time again."

"Did you feel anything?" Cara watched her mother closely and when she shook her head, she knew she was lying. "The Lesbians? Ya," Cara didn't wait for her mother to say anything, "me too, that's why I want us to see it again." Cara smiled to herself when her mother sat back down, needing no more convincing.

They were pretty, the dark haired one with the glasses and the small perky breasts and the larger, blond woman with the big breasts and the pleasantly insistent aggression. Neither would turn a head, thought Cara, but what they were doing to each other, now that was hot, so hot that she quietly undid the top button of her jeans and silently pulled down the zipper and opened her legs. She wasn't at all surprised at how wet she was. "Do you masturbate, mum?"

Her mother's mind was elsewhere, "What, dear?"

"Do you masturbate?"

The answer was barely audible and there was a slight note of disappointment. "No."

Cara took her hand from her panties and sat up in her chair and turned and looked at her mother, "No? Never?"

Sue Johnson didn't look at her daughter and didn't respond.

"Did you ever?"

Sue looked away from the screen, but not at her daughter, "No, not really."

"Never."

"No, Cara, I have never masturbated." End of story.

To Cara, her mother's confession sounded almost angry, but she didn't care, she was interested, "But why not? I do it almost every day."

Her mother looked at her in surprise then turned away. "These are different times then the one I went through."

Cara put the two women on paused and turned more in her chair, the better to study her mother, "But no one can stop you from pleasuring yourself!"

"Maybe not, but there are forces out there that try, they ... ah, take all the pleasure out of it."

"Forces?"

"God, parents, society — forces." 

"Are you telling me not to masturbate?"

"No, of course not," she said quickly, then she smiled and added, "if you're doing it every day now you wouldn't stop even if I told you to."

"No, I wouldn't," Cara agreed. "I love it, I love the way it makes me feel, it makes me feel beautiful and hot and I love the release it gives me." She couldn't understand why everyone didn't do it, so she asked again, "Why didn't you do it."

"Because I haven't."

"But why don't you do it now?"

"Old dogs new tricks, Cara, I probably wouldn't even know how to do it, and I'd probably feel like it'd be a ticket to hell if I tried."

"I do it. Do you think I'm going to hell?"

"No."

"No, nor do I," Cara said with finality. "Stage, ah 4."

"Stage 4?"

"Teach mum to masturbate."

Sue Johnson jumped to her feet, "Oh no you don't, missie, that's just not going to happen."

Cara leapt to her feet just as quickly and pretended anger, "Oh yes it is and if we can't masturbate, I know where I can go ..."

"Cara, for goodness sake ..."

"Mum, for goodness sake!" She took her mother by the shoulders and led her back to the couch and gently pushed her down, then she sat down beside her. 

It was then that Sue noticed that her daughter's pants were open. "Have you already been masturbating," she was shocked, shocked that her daughter would do it right there in that room, just a few feet from her own mother.

"No, I wasn't," she said, then quickly added, "but I wanted to, God, did I ever want to," then she nudged her mother, "and I still want to. And I want to masturbate with you."

"Come on, Cara, don't ..."

Cara pushed her mother back into the couch, got up, got the klicker, started the film again and as she sat down, she pushed her jeans down and kicked them off. "I'll show you the basics."

"Cara!" Susan turned away. She couldn't look at her daughter.

Cara pulled her mother towards her, "Mum, look at me. I feel great when I masturbate, I enjoy it and I like myself when I do it, I feel I get to know myself better. You will too. And you need to. How can other people find out that you're interesting and sexy if you won't even touch you own friggin' pussy?"

Silence. Susan still couldn't look at her daughter.

"Well?"

"Well what?" 

"How can people find ..."

"Yes, I heard you."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are we going to masturbate."

Susan nodded in resignation, "I'll try it tonight."

"How will I know?"

"You'll just have to trust me."

Cara laughed, "Like hell I'll trust you. If you haven't done it in 40 years, I can't trust you to do it tonight. We'll do it here," and she reached for the top of her mother's pants.

"Cara, please." But there was a hint of resignation in her voice, as if she knew she had to do as she was told.

Cara gently pushed her mother back on the couch again and said, "Just relax, mum." And she undid the top button of her mother's slacks and pulled the zipper down, surprised that her mother didn't protest. Then she picked up the clicker again and grew anxious that her mother would bolt as she rewound the tape to when the two women first walked onto the screen, hand in hand. But she didn't move, she just lay there, looking away, looking at nothing, waiting for whatever would happen next. Cara leaned over and gave her mother a long kiss on the cheek and said, "You're beautiful, mum, you have to learn that."

Cara's mother didn't move when Cara put her head on her shoulder and kissed her breast through the light material of her blouse. And she moved only slightly to catch a quick look when Cara moved her hand onto her own panties and slowly massaged her pussy as she watched on the screen as the daughter massage her mother's sex. But Susan seemed almost to jump when Cara put her hand on the top of her mother's red nylon panties but she settled quickly and with her eyes never leaving the screen she made herself more comfortable on the couch and let her legs fall open just a little more. Cara didn't miss the signal. She reached down and was elated when she felt her mother lift her ass as she tugged at her slacks and pulled them off.

Cara started slowly. She lightly touched her mother's belly and felt a rush of love as her mother's muscles spasmed. Then she felt the elastic of her panties and slipped a finger under the waistband and moved along inside it teasingly before bringing her finger out and brushing them along the outside of the red nylon.

Her mother looked down at the head lying on her chest. "Should we be doing this?" 

Cara been concentrating on the way the red nylon of her mother's panties delicately shielded her rising mons and the way the delicate sexual colour magically disappeared into the tuffs of long brown hair that decorated her mother's inner thighs. She looked up and could see a dreamy look in her mother's eyes. "Yes, mum, you're beautiful, we have to let you discover that." Cara's word were soft and sincere.

When her mother smiled Cara fell on top of her, with her hand cupping her mother's sex.

"I love you mum. You're beautiful, you're sexy and I love that you're my mother."

Her mother remained quiet, but moved her hand to her daughter's hair and gently stroked it.

"Would you open your shirt, mum? I'd like to suck on your breasts like they're doing."

Susan said nothing but in a moment started to undo the buttons of her blouse. "You'll have to get up."

Cara sprang from her mother and helped her take off her blouse, then helped her with her bra and as her mother lay back, she quickly took off her own top before crawling back to lay half on, half off her mother, loving the feeling of her skin mingling with her mother's. "You're wet, mum."

"I wonder why?"

"Are you close to coming?"

"I hope not," she said dreamily while squeezing her daughter, "I'd like this to last awhile."

Cara scooted up and gave her mother a muscular kiss on the mouth then lay back down again, putting her hand back on the outside of her mother's panties, "Put your breast in my mouth, mum." And when she did Cara mumbled, "You're beautiful, mum, you're beautiful and sexy and I love you."

Sue Johnson pulled her daughter into her, squeezing her, feeling her daughter's skin and bones and sinew crush against her body, then she muttered almost to herself, "You make me feel beautiful, Cara."

And then she gave in to her daughter, moaning lightly when Cara placed her hand under her mother's panties and let her fingers play with her bushy hair before sinking her middle finger into her mother's cunt. And that's the way they lay there as the tape finally came to a stop, Cara sucking on her mother's breast and running her finger outside, inside and deep within her mother's wet, tight pussy. When Susan Johnson came the sounds from deep within her were so passionate, so uniquely her that Cara almost came as well. Instead, she let go of her mother's tit and pulled herself up onto her mother and she took her mother's head in her hands and kissed her, kissed her as deeply and as passionately as she knew how, letting her tongue slide along the outside of her mother's lips, along her teeth and under her tongue.

"Do you feel beautiful, Mum?" Cara studied her mother's face, trying to will a positive response.

"Oh, God Cara, I don't know what I feel."

Cara picked up her mothers breast and kissed it, sucked at the nipple, then bit at it gently. "Do your breasts feel good?"

Sue squirmed on the couch, "Oh, God Cara, yes."

Then Cara put her hand on her mother's panties, on her mother's sex, feeling the wetness, savoring the swollen lips. "Does your pussy feel good, mum?"

"Oh, Cara." She couldn't look at her daughter.

Then Cara brought her fingers up to her own mouth and licked them before she played her fingers under her mother's nose, then into her mouth. "You've never tasted yourself before, have you, mum? Do you like it?"

Sue Johnson let her daughter's fingers enter her mouth and she dutifully licked and sucked on them, offended at first by the taste and the smell, then her daughter's lips joined hers and they shared her juices, they sucked on her fingers together and she lost herself in the senses of touch, taste and smell, "God, Cara, oh Cara."

Cara felt a hot rush of utter love for her mother. She kissed her, small little pecks on her cheek, her neck, her breast. "Now, I've shown you how it's done, I want you to do it."

Sue Johnson looked up at her daughter and kissed her warmly on the cheek, "Yes, yes, I want to. Here, move down here and let me ..."

"No mum," said Cara looking lovingly into her mothers eyes, eyes that were brighter then she had ever seem them before, eyes that were alive with excitement, "not to me, to yourself." Cara saw her eyes cloud with embarrassed and she rushed to reassure her, "I want you to do that to me, mum, but later, now I want you to do it to yourself, and I want you to do it to yourself tonight, tomorrow and everyday until you find in yourself the beautiful, sexy woman you are. Will you, mum? Will you do that for me?"

Susan could see the pleading in her daughter's eyes, there was almost pain in them, but there was hope, too. So for the first time in her life Sue Johnson put her hand under her panties and moved them cautiously towards the wet swollen lips of her sex, but before she reached it, her daughter jumped off the couch, grabbed at her mother's panties and pulled them down and then pulled her mother's ass to the edge of the couch and gently pushed her legs open. 

Susan looked down along her body; she saw her firm and pendulous breasts resting on her ribs, she saw her flat, slightly quivering stomach end in a tall mound of thick brown hair which glistened with the jewels of her own mysterious juices and she saw her daughter's face, twisted in concentration as she directed her mother's fingers to discover the delicate complexity and the exquisite pleasure of her own cunt. When her fingers arrived in place, Cara gave them a gently, encouraging pat, then she kissed them.

"I love you," said Susan to her daughter through eyes hooded with pleasure, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said Cara excitedly as she scooted on her knees so she could look down on her mother's face. "Enjoy it, mum, feel the pleasure, think of the girls on the video or someone who makes you feel sexy. Give in to it, mum, give in to yourself. Fuck yourself, mum," she could hear her mother's sounds starting deep within her, "fuck yourself, mum, oh you look so beautiful, you look so beautiful."

"Oh, Caraaaa," she said, bucking her pussy at her fingers as if she had been doing it for years, and then her guttural moans turned to squeals of delight as her orgasm, the second in her life, and the second in just a few minutes coursed through her body in rapid, rolling spasms of a pleasure, pleasure she hadn't known existed. And then, but for the heaving of her chest and the rasping of her panting, she was still.

Cara brought her mother's hand to her mouth, "Lick them, mum, taste yourself."

But Susan scarcely had the energy, so her daughter did it for her, and then she put a blanket on her sleeping mother, turned off the TV and went upstairs with her mother's red, wet panties in her hand. 



Teaching Ch. 03



Next morning, Cara was eating a bowl of Grape Nuts Flakes when her mother walked into the kitchen.

"Coffee's on," said Cara not looking up from her bowl.

"Thanks, honey," she said, filling a cup and leaning against the counter.

Cara kicked at an empty chair and said, "Sit down, I don't want an awkward moment."

"Why, golly gee, Cara, why in heaven's name would you expect an awkward moment," said Susan, as she did as she'd been told.

Cara smiled, "Good, it's gone, now we can talk. Well?"

Susan held her cup in both hands, as if warming them, "I've notice your 'wells?' are becoming rather frequent these days, as if I constantly owe you an explanation."

Cara grinned at her mother, "One too many?"

Susan laughed, but quickly grew serious. "I don't know what to think about last night, Cara. I mean, if I thought about it, I know I would be shocked, even mortified, I would hate myself, so I won't think about it. But at the very least I owe you an apology, you should not ..."

Cara playfully kicked at her mother under the table, "You owe me something, mum, but it's not an apology." Cara waited a moment before continuing, "You owe me the truth."

"Yes, Cara, I guess I do."

"You can't love yourself over night, but it was there, wasn't it? I saw it, I know it's possible, I know if you want to, you can, you can love yourself, you can love yourself almost as much as I love you." Cara smiled at her mother, loving her with an intensity that surprised her. "Well?"

Susan smiled, and reached out and put her hand on Cara's face, then quickly pulled it away, "I found something last night that I didn't know was there. You showed it to me, you showed me where it was," then she shook her head, "God, my 19 year old daughter showed me where to put my hands. I would be embarrassed if it wasn't so funny."

"Finish your coffee, mum, I want to show you something."

Susan took another sip then stood up and followed Cara up the stairs to her mother's bedroom. "Take your dressing gown off and stand in front of the mirror."

Susan looked at her daughter with confusion in her eyes, "I don't have anything on ..."

"Mum!"

Susan saw the no-nonsense determination in her daughter's face so she did as she was told and stood naked in front of the full length mirror. 

"Do you remember the noises you made last night, the growls and the squeals when you were masturbating? They came from there," Cara tapped her mother on the chest, between her breasts, "from deep inside you. They were you, mum, they were you trying to get out. And you did. You were beautiful mum, when you lay on that couch squirming in your own pleasure you were the most beautiful woman alive, any man would think so," then she lifted her mother's breast and pecked at it three or four times before laughing, "and half the women."

Susan took her daughter in her arms and held her tight, not wanting to let her go. "Where did you find so much wisdom and experience, Cara? Last week you were just a babe in arms."

Cara smiled, "I made it up as I went along, believe me," and when her mother released her she kissed her mother lightly on the lips, "So we're on a roll. We're on to stage 5, 6 and 7."

"You mean everything we've done so far has only been four stages? The clothes, the hair, the nails, the exercise ... the sex? I have 44 to go?"

"46, but I'll give you a bonus of 5 stages if you answer this question right, OK?"

Susan was skeptical and her voice showed it, "What's the question?"

"Do you see a beautiful woman in that mirror," then she added with a wide smile, "a beautiful woman, not to be confused with the spectacularly attractive girl."

Susan saw the happiness on her own face then she pulled her daughter into her arms again to kiss her on the head, "I see both, Cara and I can't tell you how happy I am that I can. Thank you, darling."

Cara smiled mischievously, "I wonder if you'll thank me later."

It had been, hands down, the most embarrassing afternoon of Susan Johnson's life but she was home now and her home seemed like a fortress, safe, secure, warm and familiar, far from the seedy, dusty digs of the adult video store and the scandalous sex shop. Worse, if had she visited the sex shop first, she wouldn't have had to degrade herself in the video store, the sex shop had it all, but even Cara didn't know that.

But it was over now, and the glass of wine helped to calm her nerves, and she would never have to go through it again. Why? Because she could order everything she'd ever want, whatever that might be, online. Of course, she only found that out when her daughter volunteered the information on the way home. So why did you force me to go into those stores? "Because we're in a hurry, mum, we've got to keep the momentum going. We can't let you slide back into oblivion again, we have to keep you outted. Besides, Aunt Linda's coming tomorrow, isn't she?"

Yes, yes she is, poor, pathetic, unhappy Aunt Linda, even her timing is bad. She hadn't see her sister in more than a year and now she comes, she comes tomorrow, not last week when I was as sad and drab as she is, but now when I'm as excited as I've ever been.

"Which one?" Cara held the small stack of videos.

"Oh, Cara not now." Susan could see the disappointment on her daughter's face so she pulled her to her. Cara put the videos down and sat on her mother's lap with her head on her shoulder.

"I want us to be happy, mum."

"We are happy, we've always been happy, haven't we?"

"Ya, but I mean happy like we were last night."

"Oh, Cara," and she turned and kissed her daughter lightly on the eye.

Cara shifted on her mother's lap and began to lightly caress her breast. "We're almost there, mum, I want you to have another night like last night, only longer."

Her mother squeezed her child, then began tracing her facial features with her finger. "You're so beautiful, so young, so alive. You are ..."

"What?"

"I don't know, Cara, you are just so wonderful."

"And you are just so wonderful, too," she said getting up, "let's go."

Susan got to her feet, straightened her skirt and followed her daughter up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Cara jumped onto the bed and turned to face her mother. "Now, let's finish what we started last night. I'm not going to take anything off, mum, I want you to do it."

Oh, God, thought Susan, how I want to, how I want to stop this moment in time for ever, to keep it, to hold it, to remember it for the rest of my life. When she approached her daughter, kneeling on the bed, her daughter reached out and took her mother's breasts and brought her face to them. 

"I feel so safe with my face in here, mum, like I must have felt as a baby."

Susan held her daughter's face tight against her breasts and said nothing, just feeling the joy that passed between them, then her daughter pushed herself away and lay back on the bed. Susan looked down at her, looked down at her beautiful, youthful, excited daughter, then she lay down beside her and propped herself up on her elbow and looked into her daughter's bright, brown eyes while she twirled her finger in her rich, brown hair. "You're a lovely girl, Cara, I'm the luckiest mother in the world."

"Kiss me, mum."

Her mother bent over and lightly placed her lips against her daughter's and she held them there, moving them only slightly before lightly biting down on her daughter's lower lip. Cara tried to pull her lip away but Susan held on to it, then sucked more of it into her mouth, then she let it go and traced her daughter's lip with her tongue, pushing at the corners of her mouth until she heard the strange noise from her daughter's throat. When she pulled up to get a better look at her, she saw her daughter's eyes were shut and her mouth was open. "Don't stop, mum, please don't stop."

Susan kissed both of her daughter's eyes then went back to her open mouth, this time licking her daughter's upper lip, and then all around her mouth. The moans were louder now, they were moans of utter surrender, "Oh, mum."

Susan watched her own fingers as they slowly reached out to undo the buttons of her daughter's blouse, one, two, three, four, then she parted the material and traced her finger over the thin, blue bra with the little stud between the two heaving cups that barely concealed the two stiff nipples, then she kissed her daughter's chest above the bra and licked it, enjoying the light taste of salt and the faint aroma of skin and sweat. The final four buttons were more difficult, her fingers were shaking now, but when undone she parted the blouse and Susan could see the narrow concave of her daughter's belly as it disappeared under her heavily buckled jeans. 

Susan rested her head lightly on her daughter's chest and lightly danced her nails across her daughter's perfect belly as if dusting it with feathers. Cara's muscles jumped and she moved her legs, opening them in invitation. Cara's hand went to her belt but Susan lightly slapped at the fingers and then took their place at the buckle, unfastening it easily and then taking hold of the top button. But she didn't open it, instead she let her hand play along the exterior of the jeans, down along the zipper, then along the hip and finally, she stuck her fingers just under the waist line and felt the heat that was generated from below.

"Mum?"

"Hmmm?"

"This is the most exciting moment of my life."

Tears sprang to Susan's eyes and she buried her face into her daughter's belly and she kissed it and licked it as Cara pushed down on her head. But Susan wasn't ready and she sat up, leaned over her daughter's face and gently sucked on her nose, then down again to her lips and she probed her daughter's mouth with her tongue, all the while moaning, moaning as her daughter was moaning.

"Touch me mum, touch me like I touched you." Cara's eyes were closed now and her lips only mumbled the words. 

But Susan resisted, instead she held her daughter up and took off her blouse, one sleeve then the other, then she unfastened her daughter's bra, but let it lie there, lie on those perfect, developing breasts as she brought her lips down again to her upper chest, where she kissed and licked again and dragged her tongue over to her daughter's arm and then she licked and kissed up her arm to her armpit where the sweet smell of sweat and youth hung in the wispy black hair. And that's when she removed Cara's bra, she removed it when she licked her daughter's armpit, when she sucked from the hair the pungent sweat, so salty, so delicious, so Cara, then she brought her fingers to Cara's nipple and pulled at it gently, as if it could grow longer than it was, longer than the beautiful eraser it was. "You are just exquisite, Cara, you are simply exquisite."

Cara shifted and reached for her mother's hand which she pushed down to her pants. Susan easily undid the button before pulling down the zipper, slowly, first pushing against the soft tissue of her belly, then against the hard bone of her pubis. When she pushed away the fabric she saw red, high cut panties, the ones she had wore the night before and she felt a rush of love, a rush of passion that for an instant made her heart stop beating. She touched the sexy material, marveling at its erotic feel and the sexual heat that lived in it, then she pinched at the waistband of the panties but before she pulled them up, she brought her head down onto her daughter's belly, close, so when she lifted the delicate fabric away from the taught, smooth belly she could feel the little cloud of heat that blew against her face and the sweet, intoxicating scent of her daughter's sex.

"Oh, mum."

More tears in Susan's eyes, more tears to be erased on her daughter's belly, more kisses and licks and more pressure against Susan's head to go lower and lower, and she did, to suck at her daughter's navel, their last vital connection — until last night, last night when her daughter opened this world to her, this wonderful, sensual, sexy, loving world that she had been taught was so immoral, so awful yet a world that seemed to her so perfect and honest. Then she licked her way onto her daughter's panties, her panties, the one's her daughter had bought for her, to dress her, so pleasingly, so delicately for this forbidden world and that's when her daughter lost it.

Cara sat bolt upright and pulled at her mother's blouse. "God, mum, oh God, mum," Susan helped her daughter remove her blouse but did nothing as her daughter reached around her and undid her bra to let her heavy, pendulous breasts, with their deep brown areolas so vivid against the white flesh that hadn't seen the light of day since youth, rest against her ribs, and then Cara pushed her mother onto her back and the daughter sucked hard on her breast while her fingers pulled at her slacks. 

"Easy, honey, easy, we have time, we have all night," and she pulled her breast from her daughter's mouth and she lay her down, pushing her daughter's blouse and bra to the floor. Then she got up on her knees and pulled Cara's pants down, careful to leave the panties in place, then she responded to her daughter's fingers and helped her remove her own pants. 

"Leave your panties on, mum, ok?"

Dressed how only in white nylon panties, Susan bent down and kissed her daughter's lips, then she sucked on her breasts, first the right one, then the left, then she dragged her tongue down to Cara's navel where she hesitated, deposited a tiny pool of spit which she painted with her tongue down along her daughter's magnificently smooth and soft belly to her panties. 

But Cara could take no more. She pushed at her mother, roughly, insistently and when Susan fell onto her back, Cara buried her face into her mother's pantied crotch. Susan lay there, still, not moving, enjoying her daughter's lips, her daughter's breath, her daughter's unbridled animal frenzy, then she pushed herself up on her elbow and watched as her daughter tried to burrow her face further and further into her sex, then she pulled Cara gently by the neck and helped her daughter onto her back, while her daughter licked her lips and panted, with eyes wild with animal passion, eyes that Susan had never seen before but would see time and time again in the dreams to come. "We have time Cara, we have lots of time."

"Oh, God, mum, pleasssse."

Then Susan did what her daughter begged for, she put her face directly over her daughter's sex and she sucked all the juices she could through the thin, delicate membrane of her red, high cut panties.

"Take them off, mum, get them off." Cara urgently but haplessly pushed at the elastic waist band until her mother took them at the hips and, as her daughter impatiently raised her bottom from the bed, she slipped them off and stared down at the fragrant bush of the girl, now a woman who was the centre of her world. She didn't kiss it. Not yet. Instead she played with the matted mound of lush brown hair, fluffing the hairs, straightening them, as if they were a tousled head, and then parting them so she could discover the source of the sweet, intoxicating smell that was making her head swirl, the magnificent bright pink of her daughter's gash and the beautiful delicate folds of her vulva. Susan licked at her daughter's thigh, then she pushed at her leg until her daughter's legs opened, only a little at first, then wider, then wider still until the entire picture was spread wide in front of her loving eyes like a magnificent panorama, the gentle, balded mountains of her smooth and pointed hips, the lightly forested cover that started sparsely on the naked white mountains, then thickened in the deep ravines of her groins and then the solid, dewy cover that grew thick and wild and bushy where the two forests met at the crown, a crown that so perfectly covered the deep, scented sex, the sex that was so important to her daughter, now, last night and every night since its discovery.

"You're beautiful, Cara," her mother said, quietly as she carefully licked at the jeweled drops on her daughter's bush. "I have loved you from the moment I saw you, I have loved you more every day and I love you now in a way I hardly understand." Susan felt her daughter's hand push hard and insistently against her leg and she allowed her body to flop on the bed. Then the fingers were pulling at her panties so she lifted her bottom and they were gone.

"Lick, me mum, lick me while I lick you."

Susan let her daughter's lips lock onto her sex then she carefully lowered her head and when her lips sucked into her daughter's cunt, her daughter exploded and Susan wrapped her arms around her daughter's bare and bucking ass and held her as tight as she could as she drank and drank afraid she would miss a single drop, a single drop of the young, exciting piece of herself who was teaching her, the mother, about a life she had never known.



Teaching Ch. 04



Linda Gelhert was only into her third hour in Susan Johnson’s house when her older sister decided she would never survive the ten days Linda was planning to stay. It wasn’t that Linda was under foot or bothersome, she wasn’t, quite the contrary, she was precisely her vocation, the ever neat, ever organized, ever quiet, ever dull librarian she had always been. The two sisters had nothing in common, now or ever, but for common parents — and Susan had never been entirely convinced of that. Linda was intellectually, physically and emotionally Susan’s opposite. But the biggest difference between the two was physical. Where Susan was tall, curvaceous and blond, Linda was shorter, very thin and dark, so short, thin and dark that Susan often thought of her sister as a shadow, a say nothing, do nothing, always following shadow. More than anything, Linda Gilhert was irritating, not for being who she was, but because she was nothing, empty, uninteresting and her constant sighs of faux anguish were just the worst of a continuum of irritating behaviour. Beyond these superficial observations it was hard to be more specific, and there was no reason to want to be. Linda Gelhert was a person to be endured and forgotten and Susan knew it when she agreed to let her sister stay with her, for ten days!

Cara was a godsend. Whenever she could, she took her Aunt Linda to the mall, the book stores, for walks and she even took her for a paddle round the pond in the park. But it wasn’t enough. Susan still felt harried and harassed by her younger sister, the shadow, who seemed a spectral figure never far from her side.

Then the subject came up. It was at dinner on the fourth night and it was Cara, natch, who asked the question, “Aunt Linda, why haven’t you ever married?”

The question seemed to surprise Linda so much that it appeared that she had never given the matter a moment’s thought. “Well, I don’t know,” she said, unsure of herself, “perhaps because I’ve never met the right person.”

Despite her mother’s scowl, Cara persisted, “Do you date much?” 

“No, almost never,” she said quickly, matter of factly, then she seemed to grow deeper in thought, “in fact, I can’t remember the last date I had. Must have been years ago.” If it bothered her, it sure didn’t show.

“Hard on the sex life,” Cara couldn’t resist the comment. She didn’t look at her mother, but she could feel her angry glower.

“Cara, please.”

“No, it’s all right, Sue, she’s right, it is hard on the sex life,” she seemed almost happy with the observation and she was because it provided the chance to bring up something that was on her mind, something not yet addressed, so she added, “which brings me to something I wanted to ask you about.” Linda took a long drink from her full wine glass, then motioned to Cara for more. “It reminds me of what some guy used to say on one of those comedy programs, ‘you look marvelous!’ Remember it?” Linda took another drink, “Well, Susan, ‘you look marvelous.’ You have changed so much since the last time I saw you, new hair do, new clothes, you’re slimmer, sexier — it can only mean you have a man.” 

Susan was about to say something when Cara cut in. “Tell her, mum, tell her about the man you’ve gone out with. He’s a sexologist, Aunt Linda. He took mum in hand, no pun intended, and made her into a new person.” Cara was only teasing, of course, anxious to keep the conversation on an interesting subject, not the ‘what-is-Helen-doing’ type of question that had dominated dinner conversations up to now. Later she wondered why she started the lie, but she would never know, it just came out. “With her new knowledge, she’s helped others, too.”

“Well, I don’t know if you …” But Susan was cut off again.

“Hey, Aunt Linda, I just had an idea, maybe mum could help you! Mum’s good. If you want help, like in getting dates, I’ll bet she can give it to you.”

“Cara, I don’t think I can help anyone …”

Cara waved at her mother as if dismissing not only her comment, but also her presence, “Oh, sure you can. You were helped by that sexologist and I know you have helped others, so the very least you could do is to help your own sister,” then Cara paused for deliberate affect, “That is, if she wants help.”

Susan fell silent, giving the smiling Cara as angry a look as she knew how.

And that was it, until the next evening, an evening after Cara and her Aunt Linda had spent most of the day together.

“Tell her, Aunt Linda.”

Linda was on her second glass of wine but still looked unsure of herself. She turned to Susan, “I want your help.”

Susan’s eyes narrow as she looked at her daughter who seemed to be enjoying herself far too much. “What kind of help?” Susan asked the question cautiously, directed the words more at Cara then at her sister.

But Linda answered, “Sex help. Cara’s right, it’s about time I tried to figure out what the whole sex thing is about. So far, I’ve been a miserable failure. It’s a complete mystery to me, always has been, right from when I was a child.” Then she looked intently at her sister, “If you can help me, Sues, well, God knows I need it.”

Cara’s smile was as wide as Susan had ever seen, “She can help you, Aunt Linda, I know she can.” There was a deliberate child-like innocence to her words, and she smiled at their affect.

“Cara, please.” She could see Cara’s hand in all of this, she could see it, but she couldn’t see how she could stop it.

Cara pressed her advantage, she quickly affected a petulance, knowing her mother had a hard time dealing with it, “Well, you can, you can help Aunt Linda, you can help her like you helped Mrs. Cotteral.”

“Who?” Susan had no idea who her daughter was talking about.

“Mrs. Cotteral, remember?” Then Cara turned to her Aunt and said, “Let me tell you about what mum did for Mrs. Cotteral, it was amazing.” Then, as Susan tried to stop her daughter, then finally fled the room in frustration, Cara recounted precisely how her mother had helped Mrs. Cotteral over-come her debilitating sexual inhibitions — just a few days before. 

Aunt Linda was enthralled.



It was the next morning, they were in the hallway after Cara had just left for collage when Linda brought up the subject again. “I’m interested, Susan, I really am interested in what you can do for me. When it comes to sex, I’m a loser, no it’s worse than that, I’m not even in the game, not even in the stands and I didn’t think you were either, I didn’t think any of us were. I thought we all were sexually dead. Am I wrong?”

Susan could see the genuine pain on her sister’s face and took pity on her, “I have learned a little, nothing ah … academic, but maybe it can help, it certainly helped me.”

“Then let’s start. What do I do?”

Susan could see no way out. She knew her sister needed help, that couldn’t be more obvious, she knew her entire family needed help, and if she could help her sister then she had to try, so she asked, “How badly do you want to change?”

“Bad, Sues, bad.” She left no doubt.

Susan nodded as if already knowing the answer, then said, “Look, Linda, I only know one way to do this. It’s weird and it can get a little messy, but if you really want my help I can try. But look,” and she took her sister by the shoulders and looked intently into her eyes as if to stress the seriousness of the situation, “I’m doing this for you and I don’t want you thinking badly of me for trying.”

Linda cautiously entered her sister’s arms, “I’ll never think badly of you, Sues, I need you, I need your help. I don’t know the first thing about sex, I’ll do everything you say.”

“Well, everything can be pretty weird, are you absolutely sure?”

Linda let go of her sister and took three steps back, “Look at me Susan. You can see it; I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’m dead. I know it. If sex can wake me up, then I’ll try it, God knows I’ll try anything.”

Susan could see tears well in her sister’s eyes so she quickly closed the space between them and took her in her arms and when she did Linda began to sob and shake and grip her sister with such desperation that Susan had no doubt that she had to do whatever she could to help her sister and whatever she could do was precisely what her daughter had done for her just a few nights before. “Come with me.”

They stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom. “Take off your clothes?”

“What?”

“Take off your clothes.” Susan repeated the words more insistently, trying to show more confidence than she felt. Why had this been so easy for her daughter? “The idea is to look at yourself in the mirror, to find where the beauty is in you. That will give you strength to go on. So take off your clothes.”

Linda gave her sister an uncertain look then did as she was told and just as Cara had done to her, Susan stopped her sister at her underwear. She debated the next move, but as she looked at the figure in the mirror, the lonely, shy, slightly emaciated figure of her sister, she decided her commitment to her sister had to be total, she had to do everything she could, everything her daughter had taught her or not to bother at all. So she did as her daughter had done, she took off her clothes.

When they stood together, side by side, Susan had a sudden flash of regret. She saw in herself what she had discovered just a few days before, a body, blemished and imperfect, but a body charged with the potential for passion. The figure standing beside her offered no such promise. The figure was rigid, and nervous and timid and reluctant and entirely devoid of even the slimmest prospect of sexuality.

“You’re pretty, Susan, you’ve always been the prettiest of us.”

Susan felt a jolt of sympathy, which she instantly converted to determination to deceive. “Maybe, Lins, but you’ve always been the sexiest.” She got behind her sister and fixed her head in a resolutely proud position, then she gently pulled her sister’s shoulders back and gently cupped her breasts lifting them up. “See, now that’s a sexy woman.” She said the words without conviction, but pregnant with hope.

Linda’s eyes were searching her body, trying to discover anything that would give her that hope, “I don’t see it, Sues, I see nothing there but a skinny, sexless, twig.”

Hard to argue, thought Susan, but she laughed as if her sister had been joking. Then she asked the stage 4 question, “Do you masturbate?”

“No.” There wasn’t even a blush, a reluctance, just the two letter fact.

“Have you ever?”

When the boney shoulders shrugged, Susan noticed that the muscular breasts in the worn bra hardly moved. “A little but never very successfully. Do you?”

Susan had decided at the very beginning to be entirely honest … in all things but Cara’s place in the script. “I didn’t used to, but I do now and I want to teach you how,” then she added, after her own strange and foreign words stopped ringing in her ears, “if you want me to.”

Linda’s pretty but plane face squinted in confusion, “But what will masturbation do for me? That isn’t really sex, is it? It’s just self-pleasuring.”

Susan turned and gave her sister a little hug, “Believe me, Lindie, if you get into it, it will make you feel entirely different about yourself and with you, just as it was with me, that’s something we want to strive for.”

“Masturbation works for you?”

Susan fought to remember her daughter’s words, “Masturbation helps you understand yourself,” and then she winged it, “Masturbation helped me to find the beauty in my soul. It worked for me, and it will help you to find the beauty and passion within you, too,” then she added, just to give her sister a glimmer of hope, “I guarantee it.”

Linda didn’t appear convinced but she shrugged her boney shoulders, “OK,” she said. OK, the acceptance of a child.

Susan gave her sister a robe and put one on herself and they went down stairs. “You get on the couch, make yourself comfortable and I’ll put this video on. When the spirit moves, we’ll try to find the tiger in you.”

And that’s how it began. Susan could see her sister out of the corner of her eye and she could see a look of almost total indifference for the first 15 minutes of the film and then the two girls strolled onto the screen, hand in hand, and her sister changed, she sat up, her eyes opened wider to let in 35 years of curiosity.

Susan knew it was a tease when she paused the film, “Have you seen many porn films?”

Here sister continued staring at the two figures barely discernable on the paused screen, “None, no, never.”

“Well, they can have quite an effect, so let me know if and when you want to do something.”

Her sister nodded, not really hearing here, her eyes still on the figures on the screen, figures that were moving now, stripping off each others clothes, the one more impatient than the other.

“Stop!” The demand came five minutes into the section. Linda stared at Susan, stared through eyes that were scared and worried and fascinated. “If I like what’s going on, does that make me a lesbian?” Her eyes returned to the screen, but the fascination and fright were still there.

“No, Lindie, it doesn’t.” The words came out more calmly than she expected. “I like to watch women and I’m not a lesbian.”

When Linda spoke her shoulders seemed to sink, she seemed to get smaller, more child-like. “I think I may be, I’ve always thought I may be a lesbian.”

Susan thought so too. “Would it bother you if you found out that you are?” 

“I don’t know, Sues, I honestly don’t know.” 

Susan thought her sister’s words sounded haunted so she put on a brave face and said with more enthusiasm then she felt, “Well, do you want to find out?” Susan got to her feet and sat down on the couch beside her sister. She held her, stroked her hair, kissed her on the cheek. Then, as she remembered her daughter had done to her, she pushed her sister gently back onto the couch. “I think you have a really attractive body, Lins, and I’d like to touch it. Is that OK?”

Linda didn’t say anything. She just nodded and closed her eyes.

Susan moved closer and pulled Linda’s robe open, “I’m going to touch you. Let me know if it gets too weird, OK.”

Linda’s nod was almost imperceptible and she didn’t appear to be breathing.

When Susan touched her sister gently on the stomach, Linda flinched and brought her arms up, as if to protect her chest. Susan took her arms and brought them down to her sides again, then moved her fingers back on to Linda’s stomach. This time Linda didn’t move, so Susan, encouraged, let her fingers wander around Linda’s belly button then up to beneath her breasts. She was breathing heavily now, her plain worn bra seemed almost to be shuddering and Susan noticed that when Linda shifted on the couch her legs opened just a little bit wider. “You have beautiful skin, Lindie, you have always had beautiful skin. Does this feel good?”

Linda’s eyes fluttered open and it took her a moment to focus. She smiled and then closed her eyes again, “Yes.”

“Good,” Susan said getting to her feet, “Then let’s go upstairs, we can finish the video later.” She couldn’t be sure but she thought she saw disappointment in her sister’s eyes. 

When they entered Susan’s room, Susan went directly to her chest of drawers and handed her sister a pair of bright red, high cut panties. “Put these on, they’re required therapy.”

Linda turned and slipped out of her white cotton briefs and put on the panties her sister had given her. When she stood up Susan helped her out of the robe and moved her to in front of the mirror. “Feel any different?” 

Linda’s eyes were fixed on the red, high cut panties, as if they were a foreign source of colour on the otherwise, white and pasty body. “Maybe a little, maybe a little sexier.”

Susan lightly kissed her sister on the cheek then undid the clasp of her sister’s padded bra and when she let the bra drop to the floor she gasped in surprise, in fascination. Linda’s nipples stuck out an entire inch! Susan caught herself, she was about to say the first thing that jumped into her head, ‘they look like antlers,’ but she didn’t, instead, she just stared in fascination.

Linda saw her sister’s look and moved to cover herself but Susan held her arms to her side then brought her own hands up to cup her sister’s breasts, using her thumbs to playfully flick at the amazing, erect nipples. “They’re beautiful, Lindie, they’re really, really beautiful,” and they’re were, and they were erotic, too, she thought, really, really erotic.

“They’re too big.”

“They’re beautiful, Lindie,” and then she turned her sister around and bent down and kissed one of the nipples, then as she took the nipple into her mouth her sister pulled her head into her chest and wouldn’t let her go. “It’s OK, Lindie, it’s OK,” then she broke free and guided her sister to her bed.

Susan sat on the bed first, then patted a place beside her. “Come on, sit down,” and when she did, Susan asked, “Is it too weird for you yet?”

“God, I don’t know Susan, I don’t know,” and Linda turned and awkwardly hugged her sister and squeezed her with all of her might.

“It’s OK, Lindie, what we’re trying to do here, like the song said, is to make you feel like a sexual woman. The theory is, once you can tap your own sexuality you can undergo your own sexual journey of discover.”

There was no humour in Linda’s laugh, “It’s a journey I’ve never been on before.”

“I know,” Susan said, stroking her sister’s hair, “it was a foreign trip for me, too, but look on the bright side, it will be all the more exciting,” then Susan gently pushed her sister away. “Let’s begin,” and she eased her sister down onto the bed and, kneeling above her, she put her lips softly on her sister’s belly. They stayed like that for a minute, not moving, then Susan said, “I’m going to kiss you and touch you, Lindie, is that Ok?”

Susan could feel her sisters hands on her head and she could feel her pulling her upwards so she went as directed until her sister had her head beside hers and was hugging her desperately. 

“Are you scared, Linds?”

“Oh God, Sues, I’m terrified.”

Susan gave her sister a peck on the forehead and for the first time since she could remember she felt real love for a sister she had really never known. “Do you want me to stop?” She wanted her to grow, to learn about herself, to discover what she had discovered in herself, so she wanted Lins to say no, she wanted Lins to encourage her to keep going, she wanted her to say kiss me, lick me, touch me, but she didn’t.

“God, Sues, I think I’d be terrified if you did and just as disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Then just relax.” Susan kissed her sister lightly on the cheek then let her fingers dance over her sister’s flat, faintly muscled belly, then up onto her breast, massaging it, squeezing it, pulling at its fabulous nipple. When Linda moaned, Susan bent over and gave her sister a kiss on the lips. Linda’s eyes sprang opened in panic but Susan was ready for it and brought her hand up and stroked her sister’s face, all the time continuing to peck away at her bottom lip, then Sue sat up, looked at her sister in the eyes and with their eyes locked together she slowly bent down and nibbled again at her sister’s bottom lip, biting all along it, then licking it and sucking on it until a noise emanated from deep within her sister’s body. Then Susan brought her hand back to her sister’s breast and when Lindie stiffened Susan kissed her more insistently, pushing her tongue into her sister’s mouth, which Lindie first resisted, but only briefly, then she opened her mouth and allowed her sister to lick her lips, lick her teeth and suck on her tongue.

“Oh, God Sues,” Linda said, almost gurgling, but she didn’t move away.

“Kiss me back, Lindie, let me feel you kiss me back.”

Linda shifted, moving up on her elbow and looked down at her sister. Susan thought she was going to chicken out but Linda moved around to lie on Susan with her legs straddling her sister’s leg and she brought her lips down and they hovered over her sister’s lips while she placed her hand on Susan’s breast, rubbing it, squeezing it. The moan started deep within her and it was long and loud as Lindie clamped her mouth on Susan’s lips with such passion and such ferocity that Susan was, at first, alarmed but she didn’t push her away, instead she held her tight and opened her mouth, opened her mouth to let her sister suck and bite and slobber and moan and she felt passion from her sister, her skinny, shy and solemn sister as she bucked her pussy furiously against her older sister’s leg, then, at the crescendo of piercing scream, she collapsed, limp and lifeless, except for the thumping in her chest.




Teaching Ch. 04



Susan lay still for a moment, then she kissed her sister’s hair, then moved her onto her back. “Are you alright?”

“God, Sues, no, I’m not alright,” she panted, “I’ve had my first fucking orgasm and it was with my sister.”

Susan hadn’t seen her sister laugh like that in years. It was total, uninhibited, genuine and it seemed to release every bit of her sister’s bottomless angst. Susan struck to keep it going. “It’s my turn.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Her laughter was gone, her words were dull and disappointed.

Susan was shocked by the response, “No, no, you don’t have to,” but as she made to get up her sister pushed her down.

“No, Sues, I’m afraid not because I don’t want to touch you, I do. I’m afraid because I haven’t a clue how to give you any pleasure. I don’t even know how to give myself any fucking pleasure.”

Susan got up, found a pair of silken yellow panties in her drawer, put them on, then came back and lay down on the bed with her arms stretched out in supplication. “Now I want you to experiment. I want you to learn what turns you on and what turns me on. Please,” she said, patting her sister on the face, then playfully pinching a magnificently erect nipple, “I want you to have fun. This is supposed to be a pleasure, a pleasure for you and a pleasure for me. So take the panties off when you want to but find the beauty in you and try to find the beauty in me. Can you do that?”

Lindie looked down at her sister’s motionless body, studying it almost mechanically, as she would if she searched for a flaw in a piece of cloth. But there was no disguising her excitement, her breath was loud now and rapid and Susan looked at Lindie’s enormous nipples with fascination, wondering why she had never seen them before, knowing now why her sister had always insisted on padded bras, even though she never care a whit about her looks. 

Susan felt a tingle between her legs as Lindie kissed, then gently sucked her breast. She placed her hands on Lindie’s head and stroked her hair, lightly, encouragingly and then Lindie’ hands were at her breast squeezing it, trying to stuff it into her panting, slobbering mouth; her energy built quickly, it was ravenous: she sucked on the breast in a frenzy, slathering it with saliva and slurping and sucking, harder and harder until Susan had to gently push her away. 

But Lindie didn’t notice, she shifted to her sister’s stomach where she covered it with drool, then licked at it, pushing the drool, slathering it towards her sister’s navel where she buried first her tongue, then her face and she lay still as her hand reached out for her sister’s pussy. “Oh, God Sues,” she mumbled the words into her sister’s stomach, “Oh God,” and she felt her sister, she felt the outline of her mound, the creases of her groin, then she recognized the wetness on her fingers and realized that in finding something in herself, she had found something in her sister. She sat up on her knees then got off the bed, pulling her sister with her, taking her to the mirror, looking at herself, then at her gorgeous, loving sister. “We can stop now, Sues, I know it’s there, I know I can find it.”

Susan looked at her younger sister, she could see a new brightness in her eyes and what looked like determination. She turned and hugged her, feeling the softness of her skin, feeling the softness of the thin, red material that kept her hands from directly feeling the delicate contours of her sister’s ass. And she could feel her sister shaking. “Do you want to stop?”

Lindie didn’t answer, she just clung to her sister.

“We can stop if you want.”

Again, a silence, but this time after awhile she spoke, “I’m afraid.”

Susan pulled away from her sister and searched her face for an answer, “Why?” 

“I have a hunger inside me that scares me.”

Susan knew the lust, she had felt it just a few days before so she took her sister in her arms again and said, “We have to go back to the laboratory, Linds. You have to satisfy that hunger.” But Susan could see that her sister was reluctant and she toyed with stopping, giving up, but she decided against it, they had come too far, so she pulled Lindie over to the bed and when she collapsed onto it, she brought Lindie with her and then Susan got the surprise of her life.

Lindie attacked her sister’s sex. Over the wet panties, Lindie pushed her face into her sister’s pussy, then roughly, frantically pulling the panties off, then kneeled on the floor, pulling her sister’s cunt to her face, licking it, biting it, plunging her tongue in as deep as it would go. Susan watched, part fascinated, part scared as her sister lost all control, succumbed to every primordial instinct. This wasn’t hunger, Susan decided, this was starvation, a lifetime of deprivation but she felt a love for her sister’s discovered passion and she opened her legs wider and ran her hands through her sister’s hair in encouragement. But she didn’t need encouragement, she was oblivious to everything but her own, urgent needs. Lindie was biting her sister’s thighs now, biting them almost painfully, then she pushed at Susan’s legs and Susan followed the insistent directions and turned over, with her leg falling off the foot of the bed, vulnerable, helpless. 

It got still for a moment, Susan even contemplated getting up, but then she felt it, the hot panting of her sister’s breath, she felt it on her buttocks, hot puffs of steamy air and then she felt the tiny sucking bites, little nips, surface chews all over her left cheek, and then they stopped and she could feel her sister’s hands, they felt oddly confident, as if she knew what she was doing, as if she had done this kind of thing before, but she knew she hadn’t, she doubted that Lindie had even thought of it before, dreamed of it before, but it was in her, programmed into her DNA, from where? Susan didn’t know, her father? Yes, probably, her father, almost certainly her father she decided as her sister buried her face deep within a zone that was every bit as forbidden as her daughter’s fragrant cunt, and just as erotic.

Trying to help, Susan rose up on her knees allowing her sister easier access to her cavity, positioning herself for greater pleasure, then she spread her knees wider, as wide as they would go and she felt herself stretch, stretched at the groin, but at her cheeks, too, where her sister was forcing her cheeks apart, as far apart as they would go, then her sister licked deep into the bud Susan barely knew was there, probing deep within the hole that she had never once directly touched, never once thought to touch.

It was torrid, even angry, the noise, the battering tongue, the probing teeth and the panting, the lust for more and more, to go deeper and deeper then Susan guessed that Lindie had orgasmed because it was quiet now, gone was the frantic biting and sucking and probing and panting, all that was left now was the licking, gentle, thoughtful, delicate licking, licking designed to pleasure the receiver, not the giver, and it did. Susan had no idea that an anus could be so sensitive, she had no idea that a darting wet tongue, dragged over the puckered bud of her rectum could feel so erotic, so exquisite.

“Lindie?” She didn’t want her sister to stop, she didn’t want her to remove her tongue from a place so vile yet so divine, but she wanted to hear her sister’s voice, she wanted to understand her feelings, but all she heard was “Sssssssh,” and all she felt was the delicious hot breath that made the sound, a breath of hot wind blowing directly into her astonishingly sensitive asshole and then Lindie moved, she pushed her face deep into her sister’s pussy and Susan collapsed on the bed, writhing under her sister’s insistent tongue, and she came with a violence that scared her. How much have I been missing, she said to herself, my God, how much have I been missing, and she followed her sister’s guiding hands and she turned over and when her sister, spent and limp, lay down beside her, she licked her own juices from her sister’s face.

“Oh, God, Sues, is that sex or is that a tumble through heaven?”

Susan, still licking her face, laughed, a little laugh, a fun laugh, an encouraging laugh, “I’d say you’ve found the beauty in you.”

Lindie looked at her sister, but she wasn’t laughing. “And the beast, Sues, there’s a beast in there, too.”

“But a wonderful beast, Lindie, an exciting beast.” She nibbled lightly on her sister’s bottom lip. “How do you feel?”

Lindie thought for a moment then she struggled to get up from the bed and Susan watched her go. She stopped in front of the mirror and stood still with her arms by her sides and her legs slightly apart. Susan couldn’t see her sister’s reflection so she couldn’t see what she was studying. Was it her wide white shoulders with the prominent, boney clavicles? Was it the small perky breasts with the stiff, delectable nipples? Was it the narrow waist with the discernibly ribbed muscles and the line of fur that ended at the navel? Or was it the thick thatch of hair that clung to the inside of her thin, shapely legs? Susan didn’t know. Maybe it was one, maybe it was them all, but when Lindie turned to face her, Susan couldn’t hide her joy. “How do I feel?” Her sister moved her hands gracefully, joyfully over her body, tracing her fingers over her flat, narrow waist, to delicately pinch the remarkable peaks of her taught youthful breasts, running her fingers over the long bones of her wide, white shoulders. She turned and smiled at her sister, a new smile, a mischievous smile, a luridly sexual smile, then she said, “That’s how I feel.”

Then Lindie Gelhert jumped into her sister’s arms and they rolled around the bed, laughing, hugging, loving the moment, loving each other and loving a new world of hope and promise.



When Susan came down for breakfast the next morning she almost stumbled on the suitcases at the foot of the stairs, but she caught herself and looked up. Cara was there in the hallway and her Aunt Linda was beside her.

Linda could see the confused questioning on her sister’s face, she wasn’t due to leave for a few days. “I phoned a friend last night,” she explained, “a friend I’ve known for years, not a friend, really, a person, a person I’ve known from a distance but I’ve always wanted to get to know. I phoned last night, I phoned after you made me feel so wanted and so beautiful. I said meet me. There’s a hotel I’ve always wanted to stay at. It’s big and beautiful and he said he’d meet me there. He didn’t wait a second, he said, ‘I’ll be there, Linda, I’ll be waiting for you.’ And I hung up the phone and I cried, I cried for an hour into my pillow. God, Linds,” she said, rushing into her sister’s arms, “you made me feel so loved, so wanted I’m almost ready to explode,” and she was crying again, but tears of joy, Susan knew, just like her own, just like Cara’s.

Susan held her sister, stroking her hair and waiting for her to stop shaking and when she did, she said, “I’m so happy for you, Linds. Give yourself to him. Show him all the beauty in you,” then she added with a little laugh and in a quieter voice, “but leave the beast for a little later.” 

But she didn’t say it quietly enough, for when she looked at her daughter she could see her eyebrows arch in curiosity and her mouth set in determination to find out what those words could mean.

The hurried good byes and the promise to get together again soon were over and they left, Cara volunteering to chauffer her Aunt to the airport. 

Susan hadn’t moved and was thinking about her sister, her sister with the insatiable appetite after a lifetime of starvation, when the front door opened and Cara popped her head in. 

“Well?”

“Well what?” This was becoming a really bad habit of hers.

“Well, what happened? I’m not going to wait an hour to find out.” 

“Jeez, Cara, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” And she didn’t. ‘well?’ didn’t give a lot of clues.

“Mum, I have to get going. Tell me?”

Her daughter’s impatience may be at the breaking point, but she didn’t know how to help her out. “Tell you what?” She really had no idea what her daughter was talking about.

And then she explained herself. “When Aunt Linda arrived her a week ago, she was a lesbian, she’s leaving today a heterosexual, what happened last night?”

And then it hit her and she flopped onto the stair, put her face in her hands and began to laugh. 

“And what’s this stuff about a beast.”

Her laughter was uncontrollable now, sex, who would have guessed?