It's not like Anabelle didn't enjoy school; the short, blonde haired, brown eyed, chubby 18 year old did enjoy it.
She did well in her classes, kept out of trouble and got along with both her teachers and class mates. Unfortunately being chubby got her teased but luckily her cute brown eyes and flowing blonde hair meant she received compliments as well.
Today started out like most other days; some teacher has complimented her on her looks in the morning while some boy teased her for being too fat at midday. What made today different was she then decided to go home for lunch as it was only a five minute walk, this allowed her to time to walk off her anger.
For years she had tried to lose weight but it was to no avail. The irony being that when someone called her 'fat' she ate more food to comfort herself, it was a downward spiral which she would love to get off.
Adelaide was a boring city with a million boring people. Anabelle lived in the suburb of Elizabeth where the dregs of the city lived; it wasn't a bad place but everyone was dirt poor and lived off the government.
Anabelle's house was a normal sized brick house, forty years old and owned by the government to provide subsidised housing for the poor.
It wasn't much but it was a home she shared with her mother, older sister and younger brother; and dad when he was home from the army.
Anabelle had a key for the house but knew that the back door would be unlocked if mum was home. As she walked around the back of the house she passed her mum's bedroom and heard noises; noises that someone makes when they are really having a good time!
Anabelle couldn't work out whether mum was with someone, or something!
Anabelle's hand slightly trembled as she opened the back door; it was nerve racking but very exciting for her as she realised what she might find inside. She had never seen someone having sex before, and silently she hoped she would be able to watch her own mother; but with who?
Her father was still fighting in the middle east, and it would be for at least another 6 months before he returned (well, that's what his last letter said anyway).
Anabelle walked as quietly as she could towards her mothers room, it was the last one on the right and across from her parents office. If she was caught there was no way to talk herself out why she was in that part of the house.
Mothers door was open, it was Anabelles lucky day; now she could stand back and watch without being caught.
Whatever was was happening in her mothers room was going to be an eye opener for Anabelle.
She peered through the door and saw her mother masturbating on her own bed, the sheets were pulled down which allowed Anabelle to see everything; her mothers chubby body, her mothers breasts swinging up and down in time with her masturbation. Most importantly though, Anabelle could see her mothers finger rubbing her own vagina, and the expression on her face told Anabelle that this was how it was done.
Anabelle had tried to masturbate before but found that it wasn't as good as she had been told (or hoped!), and now she knew why; watching her mother she now knew what she had done wrong and in a couple of minutes she was going to practice, and then practice some more, until she got it to the point that her own pleasure was just as good as her mother displayed.
Anabelle had all the information that she needed and had seen enough, but she kept watching as the sight before her was incredible. Her mother kept going, with her breathes so loud that Anabelle heard them clearly.
Anabelle decided to move further down the hall so she could watch her mothers body but not her face; that way if mother opened her eyes she wouldn't see her own daughter. From her new vantage point she could watch her mothers finger rubbing furiously on her own vagina.
Suddenly mothers breathing got deeper and louder as she kept masturbating with her left hand and moved her right hand to her breast squeezing her nipple. Anabelle watched this new movement with excitement as she hoped to learn everything; mother pulled her own nipple and stretched her breast into the air, letting out a quick sigh -- Anabelle realised that she was about to orgasm.
Mother had her orgasm, she moved her bottom into the air in order to move her whole body with her finger; she stretched her nipple into the air again and orgasmed with a 'uuuugh' sound. It wasn't a loud sound but it was a long, Anabelle counted 6 seconds.
Mothers eyes opened and she looked towards the end of the bed. She then spoke with a smile,
"Was that good enough?"
Anabelle froze, 'Who the heck was mother talking too?!?' she thought. Anabelle turned towards the end of the bed to see if mother was actually talking too someone -- yes she was.
Standing at the end of the bed was an attractive, mature lady with short red hair. She was in business attire (a white silk blouse and a black skirt), she had a string of pearls around her neck that only added to her elegance.
And this lady was looking straight at Anabelle with a smirk on her face.
"How about we ask your daughter?" she replied to mother. Mother looked across and saw her daughter, the voyeur.
"ANABELLE?!?" mother exclaimed as she quickly pull the bed sheets across herself.
The lady walked across to Anabelle and extended her hand,
"Your mother has photos all around the room so I thought it must be you! They call me 'Mistress Emily'. So, did you enjoy the show your mother put on?".
Anabelle accepted Emily's hand and pulled herself up from the floor. She looked towards her mother but couldn't find any words to say.
"It's not what it looks like" mother said, and then went red in the face as she realised what words had come out of her own mouth, "I mean, it is what it looks like of course but ... there are certain things you don't understand".
Mother pulled the blanket over her head before she could say anything else that might embarrass herself further.
"Oh come on Abigail, don't be shy" Emily told mother, "Anabelle needs to learn these things, and may even join you in business".
"Business?" Anabelle asked to no-one in particular, yet looked straight at her mother.
"Emily ..." Abigail started to talk,
"Mistress Emily please" Emily interrupted.
"...Mistress Emily, please, I don't want my daughter involved".
"Why not, did you know that only last year a customer offered me two thousand dollars to have a teenager dominate her? I rejected that offer as I have no teenagers working for me", Emily put her hand on Anabelles face and gently rubbed her cheek, "and one as attractive as this would earn us all a fortune".
Anabelle looked into Emilys eyes and exclaimed,
"But I couldn't have sex with a man, I wouldn't know what to do!". Emily laughed,
"Oh but dear, I don't cater to men, all my customers are ladies who pay very, very well for female ... companionship".
A million thoughts rushed through Anabelles head, she had never had sex with either a male, or a female, and now an opportunity presented itself for her to be paid for satisfying others.
"I wouldn't know what to do!" Anabelle said hurriedly, "I didn't even know how to masturbate until just now".
"I have the perfect instructor!" Emily said as she held Anabelles hand and led her over to the bed.
"Abigail," Emily said to her, "you have impressed me with your masturbation technique but to work for me I must know whether you have the ability to make another lady orgasm, and I believe that your daughter would be an excellent ... test case."
Emily led Anabelle over to the bed and gestured for her to lay on the bed in the middle; Abigail moved over so her daughter could lie down.
Emily looked at Anabelle, "comfortable?" she asked. Anabelle only replied with a nod of her head, she was comfortable as well as extremely nervous.
"Emily ..." Abigail started to say but Emily cut her off and scolded at her,
"You told me that you wanted to earn enough money to be financially secure in order to get out of this mess, to move to a better part of town than here; do as I ask and I can help you make those dreams come true."
"We don't have to do this." Abigail said as she rolled over and looked at Anabelle. Anabelle just nervously looking at the ceiling.
After several seconds Anabelle turned to her mother,
"We're never going to get anywhere in this place, if this is what it takes then lets do it."
Abigail put her hand on her daughters chest and gently rubbed her stomach, they both looked into each others eyes to see if the other wanted this to stop, but there was no such sign so Abigail pushed forward. She put her lips on her daughters neck and began to kiss, in response Anabelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensual touches.
Slowly Abigail moved her kisses upwards until at last her lips met her daughters, Anabelle finally loosened up and kissed her mother back. Their lips finally locked as their tongues intertwined.
Anabelle moved her free hand onto her mothers head while Abigail moved her hand towards her daughters breast. Slowly mother unbuttoned Anabelle's top button of her white blouse, and then a second ... and then a third. This slowly revealed Anabelle's white bra to Emily who watched on with great pleasure.
Finally Abigail put her hand down her daughters bra, rubbing her breast and working her way towards her nipple.
