Jessica Sneddon had started running an Art tutoring business to supplement her income as a struggling artist in her own right. She had rented some rooms from the Town Council in the basement of the Library building.
She had only been open for three weeks but already she was feeling disheartened. Business had not been brisk and far from providing the income boost she had imagined she was having to dig into her savings to meet the weekly rent- modest as it was.
Hers had been a popular application at the Meeting and she had come away from it feeling very heartened but three weeks of indifference had seen that off. No, she decided, she needed to offer something new, something different.
Having made this discovery she set about racking her brain to try and come up with an idea. Then she had the germ of an idea. She wrote her thoughts down and took them home with her to discuss with her mom.
Rachel Sneddon was proud of her daughter. She was aware that Jessica might have lacked some of the social skills the more popular girls had but she was honest and true so that even if she remained on the shelf and Rachel's long held wishes to be both a Mother of the Bride and doting Grandmother withered a little with each passing year she was still a very worthwhile person.
Rachel was aware of how things were going for Jessica with her new business and this night had cooked cottage pie because she knew Jessica would be starving as she wouldn't have eaten since breakfast in order to keep her spending as low as possible. She turned the taps on for the bath and put lots of bath salts in.
She knew her daughter well because barely two minutes after she had turned them off Jessica wheeled her bike round to her bike stand, hidden behind the house and went in through the back door.
Immediately she was enveloped in her mother's arms and and everything was right in her world again. She felt loved and she felt hope.
"Do I have time for a bath before supper mom?" she asked softly.
"I've just run one for you sweetheart, why don't you get straight in and I'll go get your night things," Rachel told her encouragingly. She got a kiss on the cheek and then Jessica headed off to the bathroom while Rachel went to her daughter's room to fetch her night things.
Rachel had agonized, as a mother does, over Jessica's plight almost since she started her business and she had looked at ways she might help her. There had been a variety of courses to choose from ranging from Old Testament quotations to a rehash of Rich Dad Poor Dad. None appealed and then, finally, she found one that did: Honest Communication.
It resonated with her and she felt she was touching the Holy Grail when she held its fairly slim work book in her hands. She had read the outline quite quickly, there had been something about disrobing before the Honest Communication but she had put that to one side and focused on things like hearing not just listening, being open to the other person's thoughts and not judging.
In her first group meeting she was surprised when the Leader, Mr. Andrews and the other members of the group attended wearing robes then once the session started very confidently let theirs slip to the carpet and carry on as if nothing had happened. She was dressed of course but she understood almost immediately why being bare was so important and, a few minutes later when she was bare, or in a 'textile free state" as well, she was so glad she hadn't fled in terror.
Communication, as Mr. Andrews pointed out was more than the language of words, no, indeed there were other languages just as expressive. She smiled at the memories as she went to Jessica's room where, instead of fetching Jessica's attire for the night she instead took hers off. After that first eventful and life changing session she had gone to a beauty clinic that Neve, one of the ladies present had recommended and had a full body waxing. She was keen tonight to show off her bald beaver to Jessica having, thanks to this course, been open with herself and admitted she really did have the hots for her daughter and wasn't just imagining it.
Jessica, of course, knew nothing of this and simply luxuriated beneath the bubbles. All her cares were melting away and she was close to drifting off when her mom re appeared. Naked.
"Oh sorry mom, were you wanting a quick bath after me? I can dish up if you want a good soak," she said preparing to get out of the bath.
"No love, the truth is I'm naked for a reason," she declared moving closer.
Jessica wondered what this one was. Rachel had been right into I'm OK you're OK and knew the Dale Carnegie self improvement books almost off by heart. She could quote extensively from all of them.
Seeing Jessica was stumped she put her out of her misery.
"Open communication. Darling I want to help you and in order to do that we need to communicate openly."
"Um, OK," her puzzled daughter replied.
"Yes well a huge part of being open is the absence of textiles."
"You've had a Brazilian."
"Yes I have, do you like the result,' Rachel asked.
Jessica was surprised to realize that not only was her mom quite brazenly flaunting herself she was hoping Jessica would have the hots for her.
She had been knocked off balance by the realization and then her shock had given way to admiration: It took real courage to do something like this. She was flattered by the whole thing and now she took the time to take a real look at her mother's pudenda. It was beautiful and she wished she could have a Brazilian too instead having to shave every three or four days.
She smiled admiringly at her mother and said,
"Yes, I like it very much."
"Good, excellent. Now if you'll just step out of the bath I will dry you off."
Now she was out and in the open it was really quite therapeutic to be naked, Jessica decided. They ate their dinners in leisurely fashion with Jessica even joining her mother in having some red wine with the meal.
Once they had stacked the dishwasher Rachel gestured for Jessica to sit on the sofa and sat next to her. She sat cross legged facing Jessica who in response turned so she was sitting cross legged facing her.
"I'll start," she said.
"Er hem, right, well what I admire about your physical side. I love your smile and your ears, I love your hair and your breasts, I like your butt and I have always loved your pussy."
There was a lot of information to process there and a silence grew.
"Don't think about what you are going to say just speak openly."
"Oh, I've ruined it, haven't I?" Jessica said sounding as she would if she had knocked her mom's most expensive vase and shattered it.
"Not at all, there's a lot to it and you can't expect to pick it up straight off the bat," Rachel told her with a smile.
"Do you really like my breasts?" Jessica asked, trying to sound merely curious.
"Oh yes, I love them, and your nipples," she heard back.
Rachel was thrilled with how it was going. Mr. Andrews had said that the person would get side tracked onto other issues but not to steer past those because that is where their focus is but to acknowledge the interest and engage fully in a discussion on this other issue. In this case, specifically, it was if Rachel liked Jessica's breasts.
Rachel's answer had pleased her but clearly she wanted more.
"Would you like me to caress them?" Rachel asked in a tone that made it clear she would very much like to do so.
Fearful of appearing so blatant Jessica replied in a nonverbal way- she nodded- demurely.
And so Rachel had her first caress of her daughter's breasts. The caress progressed to sucking on the nipples in turn.
