At the Very Beginning

by Lesbian Sapphic

When I was 12 years old, I was already masturbating for less than a year. I had quickly become addicted to masturbation, too. I loved it to the extent of doing it several times a day. One Summers day, I had been fingering myself as usual. I had masturbated at least twice that day. I never usually bothered to wash after wanking. I also used to wear my knickers for a couple of days, before changing them. So, you can possibly imagine what kind of a smelly girl I was when I was horny. And I was always horny! I don't remember ever being concerned about being very ripe down there. Don't think I ever realized, I fear.

This particular day was very warm. It was the middle of a heatwave, that Summer. There was only my Mother and me at home. The day was a very lazy day with little to occupy a horny 12 year old girl as I was. I had no nearby friends to to be interested in. So, the day ended as it had begun, with little to distinguish it from the previous day, or the day before that. So, at the appointed time, I was about to go to bed, when my Mother told me to go up to her bedroom. Now, this was a real departure from the norm. Never knew this kind of demand or instruction to issue forth from the Mater.

But, being a dutiful and very obedient daughter that I was, I did as I was told. The hall and landing lights were off as I made my way up the stairs. This was usual. My Mother immediately followed behind me closely. This was not usual. I wondered about it for a brief moment, but there was nothing to divine from this happening, either. And nothing threatening was suggested. Yet, it was a departure from the normal humdrum of the everyday.

Still, I continued on my merry way. In fact, as I got to the top of the stairs, I forgot what my Mother had told me and made my way into my bedroom. My Mother called me, as I was about to go into my room. I turned to her and I recall the look on her face. I wasn't able to articulate, at that time, what her face betrayed. So, I simply noticed her look and not having seen her look at me before, in the way she did, I thought little of it. She pointed towards her room and commanded me to go into her room.

I instantly recalled her previous instruction and slowly made my way past her and into her room. Her room was not out of bounds to me. It never had been, but, I had never been in her room at this hour of the evening. I had only ever gone into my room at this time of the evening. And, to find it in darkness, with the heavy curtains closed, made it feel even more unfamiliar. I certainly did feel a little bit out of place at the moment in time. In fact, I felt slightly disorientated to be there.

I would have been quite happy to go back into my own bedroom, but my Mother had other plans. I was wearing a White round neck T-shirt with light Olive coloured shorts and White ankle socks and tan coloured sandals on my feet. I was a quite a skinny child. I still am. In fact, all my family and relations are all of the slim, thoroughbred model. My Mother is no different to remark on. She had very shapely breasts and a nice shapely bottom and had a very sexy gait, when she walked. I had often seen her turn heads of both sexes. That is how attractive she is.

She was dressed in a short skirt of a Blue Grey colour and a White blouse that was suited to fit her slimness and Accentuated her lovely shapely chest. She was also wearing a Black bra that was viewable beneath the sheer White of her blouse and only added to her erotic beauty. I had always admired her sexiness. And I know that she always noticed other people admiring her simple beauty. She never acknowledged her admires, of course. But still, she was very beautiful, but not only in my view. She wore her beauty with a casualness that made it obvious that she knew she was a real looker, but, in a 'So what else is new?' kind of way.I also loved her hair, which was short and black. Anyway, you get the picture!

I, meantime, had a problem trying to figure out what was next. I had been given no intimation as to why I was not in my own bedroom. I turned to watch my Mother come into the room, with the expectation that I was about to find out.