Teaching Jeannie Right, Part 3

by Vickylez

Carol had just gotten in from work when Jeannie, after her daily welcome hug and kisses, excitedly announced she needed help with her homework. The mom had sighed, she was so tired; but what the heck, she never refused helping Jen with her school assignments.

"OK, baby, just give me a minute to refresh myself, and I'll be with you."

As she washed her face and changed to a comfortable skirt and a light blouse only half-way closed over her full breasts, she wondered briefly at her daughter's excitement. Surely she wasn't that exhilarated about some English or Math?

She soon found out. She stood staring fixedly for long seconds at the copybook in her hand, then at the squirming little girl before her, uneasily waiting for her reactions. 'Oh, shit!', she couldn't help whisper to herself as she plopped seated on her sofa. Damn, why it had to be this? "What do I know about Masturbation" . Oh, shit...

Since her talk with Jeannie she hadn't been able to keep off for a minute the most lewd thoughts about those teachers and, most troubling, about Jen herself. She wanted to cry. She didn't want Jeannie to be unhappy as she now acknowledged she herself was, a fantasy-lesbian unable to have a real, fulfilling relationship with someone. She feared Jen may be genetically predestined to be such a lesbian herself: why, if not, that fascination with the subject. But, mostly she feared to be herself, her mother, the one to induce the little girl to it – as she knew she would do if she went on with this. How could she ever teach her little girl to masturbate without her own lesbian desires getting in the way?

She raised her gaze and signaled for her to sit, which she did on the carpet, cross legged and looking up expectantly at her. Carol breathed deeply, looking back at her. God, was she lovely!

"Jen, so you want me to explain masturbation to you? You don't know what it is?"

"Mommy, I know what mas-turbation is, Miss Brady told us," said her little girl, her sweet voice subdued and looking down at the carpet, which allowed for her mother to briefly gaze at her lovely legs, her silky exposed thighs and her white panties crotch, plainly visible under her short, raised school skirt. She felt such a sexual rush she could hardly go on. Suddenly she perceived that Jeannie, without moving, had raised her beautiful eyes and was piercingly looking under her own skirt, so engrossed she didn't notice Carol was aware of it. Carol was sitting right in front of her, her skirt was short and her half parted thighs were just at eye level with her daughter, did her panties show? Stifling a moan she parted her legs just a bit more and, yes, the darling girl was now ogling straight at the dampened lacy crotch of her almost see-through panties! That did it.

"OK, baby," she breathed "So what do you want to know?"

"I told you, Mommy! I want you to teach me how to do it. Miss Brady said everybody does it because is fun, and... and I don't know how. I don't have any ex-periences to relate, I feel so dumb. An' you told me, too, it was OK to do it, Miss Brady said it too."

Carol smiled warmly at her, then she lowered her face and thought for a minute, she was so desperately burning to teach – no, to make love to her ravishing little daughter, she wondered she could still restrain herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to, as soon as she began with this!

"Jeannie, I must first tell you something, please listen very carefully: it is considered very wrong when a grown-up involves children in sex, no matter what. Even if this is... a kind of school assignment, I could be severely punished for it, no matter if you are my own daughter. Maybe that's dumb, or maybe it's right, but that's the way it is. A lot of people probably does it anyway, and sometimes I suppose it can be good for the children, but, anyway, it is forbidden. Do you understand that?" She waited for her earnest nod. "So, now we'll have our chat on the subject, for you are my adored daughter and I make my own judgments about what is good for you, BUT it has to be our big secret, do you understand?" the little girl eagerly assented, overjoyed. "Other people must never, never know about me teaching you this. I mean it." She looked sternly at the wide-eyed girl until she fearfully assented again.

"But, Mom! What about Priscilla? I promised her, I am not allowed to tell her about it, neither?"

"I'd rather you wouldn't, really. But I realize you will do it, baby, so I'll just have to trust you two will be very careful of keeping this just to yourselves. If either of you spill it out to anybody, Jen, even other girls you know, it can be awfully bad for your mom. Will you remember that?"

"Oh, yes Mom, I promise, we will never, never say anything!" breathed the impressed little girl.

Carol sighed... and plunged, "Well, firstly... You seem to know something about sex already. Masturbation is sex with yourself. Sex is all about pleasure for your body... No, far more than your body, when you do it with someone you love. But sometimes you don't have that somebody, or maybe you just want to have pleasure when you are temporarily alone, and so you masturbate. You surely know that you do it by touching your... How do you call it?"

"Pussy!" she chirped, and giggled sweetly. Oh, God! A veritable squirt seemed to overflow Carol's own pussy, and she closed tightly her legs, fearing Jen would see the juices dripping. She couldn't do anything about the scent, though, or maybe she just fancied it. She had to struggle to regain her composure.

"Your pussy, yes... Its real name is 'vulva', surely Miss Brady told you that, but 'pussy' is an affectionate, common nickname. A girl's pussy is her dearest, most personal part, you must always love your own pussy and be very careful with it... but, more of that later. Masturbation is about loving your own pussy. And what do you do when you love somebody, a pet, for instance? You want to caress it. But you don't touch it just any which way, you are soft and careful and loving with your touches... By the way, do you know why a pussy is called like that?"

"Because of the hairs?"

"Right, it reminds one of a little kitten, you know, something soft to pet and caress. That's why sometimes it's also called a 'kitty'. That's in grown-up women, of course, you don't have any hairs yet!" She had a sudden vision of the adorable peach hiding under that beckoning panties' crotch, she gulped and had to stop for a moment. Incredible, no matter she had been seeing it almost everyday for most of her daughter's life, when you are in sex mode it's so amazingly different! She knew when she next saw her daughter's hidden treasure, it would be a real, wonderful first in many ways. She went on with an effort. "...But the name is also used for little girls' vulvas, anyway. It has many other names you'll later learn, some of them not very nice. So, think of your little pussy as a kind of pet, and to masturbate you fondle and love it."

Jennie was drinking each word, her unblinking eyes big, bright and fascinated, her lips parted, and she had unconsciously settled her hand, feather-light, over the plump hot little mound between her widely open thighs. She suddenly realized it, and jerked her hand away in confusion, reddening deeply.

"No, no, it's OK, baby! That's fine, it's exactly how you do it, you don't need to be ashamed about anything! Do it now, put your hand back there, softly... that's it, keep it there. Remember, love is the word, make believe you have an adorable little pet under your hand and you want to show how much you love it. Leave your little hand there, just feel the heat, the plumpness, the softness of your mound – yes, it is called a mound, sex mound, mount of Venus, and in your case it is a real mount, you know, you have a beautifully raised and full sex mound, it looks like a real dear little pet..."

The girl giggled shyly and Carol sighed in relief, amazed of being able to be quietly speaking like that without simply going to pieces with raw sexual desire, 'mother's love wins even when you're lusting after your daughter!', she marveled. "So, pet your little mound for a while, and don't you worry about panties for now; panties sometimes don't get in the way but actually make it even better, it can somehow be more tender to begin with, or more teasing... for you want to go slowly, not rushing, you should take your time. 'Your time' is something every woman must learn by her own experience, your body will be telling you how to go about it. You listen carefully to your body, sometimes it will tell you to go veeery slowly and easy, at other times your body will tell you to hurry up, hurry up!" That made them both giggle. "I told you before you would learn by yourself if you were patient, I was not lying to you, Jen. But you are so young and seem to be... in such a hurry to learn."

They had not changed positions, the lovely eight years-old sitting on the carpet in front of her, skirts raised, thighs parted and cupping her tender crotch; Carol with her own beautiful adult thighs surprisingly open before her spellbound eyes, disregarding what she must be seeing on her super-turned on state. Her own hand was resting over her mound, through her skirt yet, as she saw her daughter softly clenching and releasing the hand cupping her sex, her cheeks glowing, softly gasping in a progressive rhythm she was learning fast.

"Right love, go on doing it just like that, you look so lovely," said Carol softly, her eyes ardently glued to her moving hands. "Now you are feeling special things, don't you, are you beginning to discover the fun in it yet?"

"Oh, Mom!" moaned her little girl in wonder, and Carol's eyes moistened: she was actually witnessing her daughter's very first discovery of sexual pleasure! It was a ravishing sight, she looked incredibly beautiful like that. Carol's hand was now doing the same under her skirt; she was astonishingly wet, and beyond caring now.

"Now, baby," she breathed after a while. "Your body is now asking for something more, isn't it? Listen to what your sweet body is asking of you..."

Her darling stared back at her, her beautiful face flushed, and after the slightest hesitation she rose her soft globes from the carpet, wiggled her hips and began to lower her panties, which showed a damp splotch in the center, till she took them completely off! Carol gasped, moaned unashamedly, and thought she would die from the pure beauty and sexiness of that vision. Without prompting, the little girl lay down now on the carpet trembling slightly, skirts raised, her captivating legs wide open and extended, her eyes averted, the glorious little vulva glowing and beckoning to the lustful adult woman, who groaned with love and longing. Nobody moved for a while, there was a long silence as the girl lay there breathing deeply and Carol feasted on her secret loveliness.

"Yes... Oh, God, you are the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life!" she moaned softly at last, in awe. "Take everything off now, my love," she whispered. Jeannie didn't hesitate, swiftly discarding her blouse and school skirt, reclining back on the carpet completely naked, red-faced and shyly smiling. Her tender body was adorable, her little nipples pointed upwards pink and hard, she waited palpitating and willing as her mother took her time looking at her, but her hands were uneasily half-hiding her lovely sex lips. Carol made a gesture and she slowly took away her hands, actually opening still more her thighs to show off her intimate beauty. The mother's eyes devoured the loveliness exposed to her gaze, the plumpness of her mound bisected by the most endearing slit, which despite its tightness opened slightly showing the fine deep-pink inner lips glistening with a nectar that she was dying to taste! She actually had to wipe off the saliva running at the corner of her mouth.

"Now, baby, run lightly the soft part of your finger tips along your labia," The girl did it, and gasped with the sudden pleasure. "Great, that's the way, once and again, as long as you want, just follow what your body is demanding of your fingers, yes baby, oh your sweet face looks so beautiful as you pleasure yourself!...Yes, do you see now how it's done, do you feel it, my love?"

"OH, MOM! It's... it's... AAH, Mommy, you're doing it TOO?"

"Never mind me, baby, you'll see me later all you want, just be with yourself now, yes, like that! Feel the pleasure your darling little vulva is giving you, now look for the little nub in the upper part of your slit, carefully... Find it? Yes!, that's your clitoris, your clit, get to know it, do you see? Yes baby, go on, feel the pleasure, OH, YES! Caress your hard nips too!. Oh this is too lovely!"

Under the skirt Carol's hand was deep among her own thighs, her fingers had moved aside the drenched panties she didn't want to take off yet, to plunge among the engorged labia inside her burning-hot flowing vagina, avoiding yet her clitoris, devouring with her eyes her self-pleasuring little daughter. Jeannie was raising her hips from the carpet now, giving her lustful mother an incredible view of her tender plump sex, more and more open and glistening and aroused by her fast moving fingers, she was whimpering as she began to thrash about, faster, rapidly ascending to the first sexual rapture of her life. For a second, Carol wanted to stop the girl to be herself the one to give her her very first orgasm, but no, masturbation instruction first! Jeannie was rhythmically shrieking now, more, more, until she stood quite still for a second, rigid and arcing over the carpet, only the nape of her head and her heels touching it, her fingers buried in her adorable slit – then a long high-pitched scream vibrated in the room as eight-year-old Jeannie had her first orgasm, an ecstasy she would remember for life...

The silent room half in darkness, cozy, warm, the scent of female arousal in the air... Jeannie was naked, curled on the carpet, a happy smile on her pretty face, sleeping. The mother – who had reached her own searing climax, in time with her daughter's and without even bothering to take off her panties – was still reclining on her sofa with her long legs open and extended, her skirt high, her panties and inner thighs a mess of sticky juices, gradually regaining her breath as she lovingly looked at her darling. What a sight. She knew this day was the king of Special Days for them both, a turning point with no going back. She tenderly took her little girl in her arms, carried her to bed and tucked her in, and then, as she had a shower, she thought she was still uneasy about the whole thing but had not been that jubilant in a long time.

A while later Jeannie joined her at the kitchen, chirpy and bright, no hints at all to former happenings, and coaxed Carol to order a pizza. Oh, well, a few extra calories in such a day didn't matter... They had a great time of it, even a sip of fine red wine for Jen.

"Time for bed, darling, school tomorrow."

"Mommy, tomorrow I have to tell... you know, say all to Priscilla. You said I can. I will be very careful, Mom, promise, don't worry."

"Yes," sighed Carol, "you do that. But never forget what I told you, baby."

When the girl was back in bed and Carol gave her the customary good-night kiss on the cheek (Hey! was that movement of Jeannie's a half-made attempt of kissing her mother on the lips?) the girl opened her sleepy eyes.

"Mom?" she asked suddenly, hesitated, and finally plunged, "and can you mas-turbate if you are not alone? I mean, do it with other person too?"

Carol's throat got dry and her eyes moistened. There it was, what she was fearing! She gulped, then nodded.

"Yes, baby... You certainly can. If you are with somebody you love or you really like, you can do it together, each to herself or, to each other." She never doubted it was both 'herself'. "You are thinking of somebody special, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy," smiled shyly her daughter, looking down at the Hello Kitty coverlet. Carol abruptly had a mental image of her daughter making love with her ravishing little girlfriend and felt faint with love and desire... for both of them! God, what was she thinking, did she want that for her darling, after all?... Yes, YES!, she absolutely wanted for Jen the joy of another girl's loving! She knew now she had gone all wrong about it, her own problem wasn't at all being a lesbian, it was her being a lonely lesbian. That was what she really feared for Jeannie, but it had not to be necessarily so! That removed the last barrier for her.

"Baby, love with another person can be the prettiest thing in the world. If for you that someone is another girl... that makes it lesbian love. Let me guess, are you thinking of Priscilla? You two think you feel love-love for each other?"

"I... yeah, I guess so."

"It's OK, baby. But, you are still so young, a lot can happen. In a few years' time you will be probably mighty interested in some handsome boy."

"YUCCH, Mom! Boys are gross, I don't like 'em!"

"OK," sighed Carol, "I don't like them a lot myself, but we'll see. Now sleep, love."

She lowered her face to her daughter's, hesitated just for a second, then kissed the lovely little girl full on the lips. They both whimpered softly with the incredible thrill and sweetness of it, it was quite a long, passionate, hot kiss that left both of them panting, full of wonder and love.

"Baby, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world," whispered the mother.

"Me too, Mom, I feel the most love-love than I ever, love you more than even Priss."

And, as Carol was about to go out of the darkened room: "Mommy... you have felt love-love for other woman, too, haven't you?"

"Yes, baby," she answered softly.

"Oh, cool! You will tell me all about it later, pretty please?"

"...Yes, I will, baby."

Later that night, Carol was naked on her own bed, joyfully masturbating herself to another of a chain or orgasms filled with visions of Jeannie, Priscilla, the teachers... She never knew her daughter was secretly ogling at her with rapture, her little hands copying her mother's movements, fast improving on her newly acquired talents, wonderful avenues of pleasure wide open to her now...