Cassie pulled the big black SUV over onto the side of the road and turned off the engine. The stopping place was a favorite of hers, just a little dirt cutaway on a hilly section of road in their neighborhood, but it provided a beautiful view overlooking the rest of the town below. Immediately below them, stucco rooftops popped up among palm trees in serpentine patterns along meandering residential roads. Beyond that, downtown, with shopping centers and parking lots and office buildings, looming towers featuring logos of fast food restaurants, chain stores and gas stations. Then in the distance, the blinding gleam of the Pacific Ocean in the morning sun. She always found the view comforting.
She turned to her daughter in the passenger seat. They were both fully dressed, she in yoga pants and a tank top, Jax in a clean T-shirt and shorts again, only this time with a bra.
"Our appointment actually doesn't start for 45 minutes, and I thought it might be good to just sit and talk for a bit. I love this spot, and you've had quite a morning."
Jax smiled back at her. Cassie was amazed at how well she was taking this huge lifestyle change. She thought back to the many nights she and Eric had stayed up making plans for this day, sketching out scenarios and approaches and all the ways Jax might react. Now that the biggest hump was past, all their fretting and deliberation seemed like overkill, but she reminded herself that this morning might not have gone so well without their careful planning.
"Do you have any questions for me, honey? Or any thoughts you had in your conversation with Daddy? Ask me anything; nothing you say will upset me."
Jax looked up, thinking. Cassie took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over her daughter's clothed body. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be enjoying that body herself -- at her husband's request, of course -- and she especially wanted to feel those small, perky nipples in her mouth. The thought sent a bolt of arousal through her own body, giving her a strong urge to touch herself, but Jax's voice brought her back down to earth.
"Umm, I definitely have a lot of questions," Jax said, "but it's kind of hard to pin one down right now. They're all flying through my head at once. I guess the big one is kind of, why do you like submitting to Daddy so much? I mean, he kind of explained it, about how it can give peace of mind and stuff, but it's still hard to wrap my head around."
Cassie nodded. "Let me answer your question with a question of my own: How far have you gone with a boy?"
Jax blushed and covered her mouth. "Ummm ..."
Cassie giggled. "It's OK honey! There's no wrong answer. And you don't have to tell me who it was or when or anything like that."
"I ... I let Zack Ellington take my bra off and feel my boobs."
Cassie knew about the boy in question. Not well, but enough to pull up a mental picture. A classic SoCal type: a sandy-haired blond, wide-open handsome face, tall and athletic. Played football or basketball, something like that, probably surfed on the weekends. She was happy for Jax; he seemed like a good kid, probably treated her well.
"And did you like it?"
"Yeah, I did. We were kissing and stuff and I was nervous because Caroline had already gone to second base with Frank Rinaldi, and she said he squeezed too hard and it hurt. But Zack was really gentle and sweet."
Cassie nodded, glad. "Did you like how it felt to be in his arms, to have his hands on you?"
Jax blushed again. "Yeah, I did. I remember how the fingers on his right hand were all rough and calloused because he's a pitcher on the baseball team. His hands were so strong. When he felt me it was really ... sexy." She smiled bashfully, as if saying the word out loud for the first time.
Cassie laughed. "Haha, it's OK honey. That does sound really sexy. Let me ask you this, and don't be embarrassed: Did you get wet?"
Blushing harder now, Jax nodded. Cassie nodded back to her. "I bet you did. And to keep things totally honest with you, it made me wet hearing you talk about it."
"Really?" Jax's eyes were big, questioning.
Cassie nodded. "Do you want to see?"
Jax nodded back to her, slowly but firmly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Cassie unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted her butt off the seat. She yanked her yoga pants and black thong down to her knees and spread her legs as wide as the tight spandex material would allow, twisting her body toward the passenger seat. Jax craned her neck forward and unbuckled her own seatbelt to get a better angle.
Cassie was completely hairless below the waist, and with the sunlight pouring in from the sunroof above them, the moisture glistening in her folds was impossible to miss. She touched two fingers to her opening -- the momentary pressure on her clit felt amazing -- and a long strand of wetness followed as she slowly pulled her hand back. She looked at her daughter, who was watching the demonstration in mute captivation. The tips of her white teeth were visible where she was biting her lower lip.
Cassie spoke in a soft, confiding voice. She didn't want to break the spell of the moment. "Do you feel what I feel right now, honey? That butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling?"
"Yes." Jax's voice was uncharacteristically throaty, her eyes still glued to Cassie's groin.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes," Jax said again. Cassie brought her two wet fingers back to her pussy and began to rub her clit in slow, circular movements. Jax watched, enraptured.
