Sex Training with Her Parents

Author's note: This story takes place in a historical fiction/fantasy setting, long before modern technology. All characters are 18 or older.

The small city of Kezawa lay nestled along the banks of the Black River, an oasis in the surrounding desert. The modest mud brick homes of the lower classes gave way to luxurious villas of pale stone, resplendent with columns and airy courtyards. Exotic palm trees towered over the bustling street of merchants and traders, selling everything from fruits to jewellry and tokens of the gods. Kezawa was a peaceful trading hub, untouched by the conflicts of distant lands.

All of this was lost on Priya as she lay in her bed, morning sunlight beginning to stream into the open windows. The arid climate necessitated bare windows, which were usually left uncovered by curtains or wooden shutters to allow in the breeze. If the nights did turn cold, Priya and her family used small iron braziers and warm furs to stave off the drafts. Their small villa was situated more on the outskirts of town, so the bustle of the main thoroughfare did not disturb her family.

Priya's heart fluttered slightly as she thought of the events to come, and her groin began to throb. She had recently celebrated the eighteenth anniversary of her birth, and she was now a full woman to her people. The people of the Black Riverlands were sensual and passionate; sex was revered and cherished. As her body began to mature and blossom, she could only watch longingly the courtship of those older than her, yet her developing body demanded more.

Sex was not taboo amongst her people, so privacy was not a priority. When one couple in a household decided to pursue their lusts, they could easily be heard behind the sheer curtains that served as inner room doors. Some Kezawans did not even bother seeking any privacy at all when the mood took them, having sex wherever they desired. Priya and her older sister had spent many nights eavesdropping on the nightly couplings of her parents. Generally, public sex was not uncommon in Kezawa, and certain places in the city were especially known for amorous activities. Priya wasn't entirely sure if it was normal for a couple to copulate as much as her parents did, since they seemed to do it nearly every day. She made a mental note to ask her sister about that aspect of married life the next time they met.

Her mother, Zirah, had told her that today would be the start of her initiation into womanhood, to prepare her for the pleasures of love. Priya's hands moved down to the small tips of her nipples as she fantasized about the events to come. She gasped softly as she teased and pulled the erect buds. Her vulva throbbed and ached in response, and she moved one hand down to the pink, swollen folds. Her finger dipped in between to caress the little nub, and her thighs quivered as she played with herself. Priya had spent many nights exploring her body and learning to bring herself to climax. She longed to feel the touch of a lover, to feel the sacred union between man and woman.

Down the hall, she heard a soft moan. Excitedly, she realized her mother and father were beginning to make love. Priya lay quietly, eager to hear the sounds of their coupling. Soon she heard a muffled slapping sound, and the creaking of a bed. Her mother's moans and cries became more frequent, only interrupted by her father's grunts and groans.

Priya spread her legs wantonly, dipping a finger into her eager hole to spread more of the wetness across her full lips. Her legs shook slightly as she rapidly rubbed the swelling bud between her labia. She tried to fight the building pleasure, but she felt her climax coming swiftly and she let it consume her. Priya cried out as her entire body stiffened; waves of pleasure pounded through her body, centering deep in her groin and lower belly.

Trembling, she brought her hand to her mouth and smelled the sweet, slightly musky odor. She licked and sucked the slippery liquid from her fingers. Priya noticed the passionate sounds from her parents' room were still happening. Intrigued, she rose from the bed, her feet touching the smooth stone floor.

She took a thin robe from the cedar chest by her bed and wrapped it around her body, enjoying the feeling of the silky material against her supple skin. The thin robe did little to cover her womanly figure; anyone could easily see the tempting curves beneath. Such sheer garments were common in the home but also at the rumored fertility festivals, which she had not yet experienced. Her cousin had once told her of lascivious feasts where public coupling was encouraged to honor the gods of lust and sex. Such feasts undoubtedly resulted in hundreds of swelling bellies amongst the Kezawan women. Priya longed to experience the wild lust for herself, perhaps with a young, virile man she didn't even know.

Priya crept down the quiet, dark corridor to her parents' suite. The adjacent bedroom lay mostly empty, as her sister Nefera had since wed and left to be with her husband. The servants' quarters were across the courtyard, by the kitchen and sitting rooms. Her family was affluent enough to have a small staff, but it was nothing compared to the most elite members of Kezawan society. The walls were sparsely yet tastefully decorated with tapestries and murals of natural scenes or depictions of the gods.

At the end of the hall, Priya peered through the thin curtains, captured by the scene before her. Her mother rested on her elbows with her rear exposed and legs spread. Her father was thrusting eagerly behind her, his hands grasping her hips. Zirah's full breasts were shaking from each thrust, and her face was twisted into ecstasy. Priya had witnessed such coupling by dogs in the street, with the male mounting from behind. The wooden bedframe creaked from her father's rapid movements.

"Yes, yes, take me!" her mother screamed. Zirah moaned and cried out as her orgasm came. Her husband, Nabek, gave a few more forceful thrusts and groaned. He leaned over Zirah, panting as his seed spilled into her waiting hole. He softly kissed Zirah's back and withdrew his manhood once the spurts had ceased. Priya stared at the erect shaft, and saw white liquid dripping from the tip. Her parents collapsed into the blankets, skin glistening from the enthusiastic exertion. Nabek's cock slowly grew limp as he rested next to his wife. Zirah's legs were askew, and Priya admired her mother's beautiful womanhood. Her pubic mound was shaven, so the puffy lips and swollen, rosy folds were prominently displayed. A trickle of Nabek's seed spilled from the opening to her womb.

Priya's heart beat rapidly as she watched the end of her parents' coupling. Despite her recent orgasm, her womanly parts were throbbing with need again, and her slick wetness dripped onto her thighs. Zirah and Nabek were now resting in a peaceful embrace, enveloped by the soft sheets. Reluctantly, Priya left them.

She considered returning to her chamber to ease her lust a second time, but her hunger convinced her to visit the kitchens to break her fast. Priya stepped into the courtyard and cool morning air. Inhaling deeply, she admired the pink and lavender hues of the sunrise. At the center of the courtyard, there was a small pool filled with lilies and brightly colored fish. Priya stopped to admire the clouds' reflections upon the still water, and she felt something soft brush against her legs.

"Mika!" she exclaimed happily, and bent down to pet the striped feline. Mika was one of the cherished resident cats, who not only hunted vermin but provided warm company as well. The cat purred and jumped onto the edge of the pool, tail high in the air. "Don't fall into the pool again, Mika," Priya admonished her. "I know the fish are enticing, but they are not for eating!" Mika gave a small meow in response.

Giggling, Priya walked to the kitchens, followed closely by her furry companion. Both the courtyard and dining area were open to the sky, but an enormous canvas awning was stretched across part of the opening to provide shelter from the sun. As she entered through the wide doorway, she was greeted warmly by the head servant. A full-figured woman in her late middle years, Jhanessi ruled over the household staff with a kind yet determined authority. She beamed and embraced Priya.

"I'll fetch you some food, my dear, and some for your little friend," she said as she smiled at Mika. "I understand today your mother will have much to teach you."

"What exactly is she going to teach me?" Priya asked inquisitively. "I know... well, I know it will probably be about sex. But what will I learn? I do know how children are conceived, at least the basic idea..."

Jhanessi smiled knowingly but avoided the question. "It is something everyone must learn once they become adults. My parents taught me before I married, just as your mother and father will teach you. I have no doubts you will enjoy what they have planned." She left Priya at the wooden dining table with her breakfast, and left a small dish of meat for the cats.

Priya ate and drank absentmindedly, lost in her thoughts. The household servents had eaten already and left to perform their daily duties, so she was alone except for Jhanessi and a kitchen maid. They left her to her breakfast and spoke idly as they worked.

With an affluent cloth trader for a father, Priya had been blessed with some luxuries not available to everyone in the Black Riverlands. She did not want for food, shelter, or clothes, and she had been tutored from an early age in reading, writing, and mathematics. Just as her mother aided the family business, Priya too might some day be able to put her education to use. It was not uncommon for women to have their own ventures in her homeland, and it was even more common for wedded couples to run a trade together. When she married, Priya could assist in various aspects of her future husband's livelihood. Her parents had impressed upon her the need for an education, so that she need not depend on marriage for her future. A wife could end up widowed or divorced for various reasons. Nevertheless, Priya could see from her parents' bond that life would much richer with a loving spouse.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the warm voice of her mother. "Good morning, daughter! Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Mother, did you?" Priya smiled at her mother as she sat down. Zirah's long, black hair spilled over her shoulders in thick waves. Most of the women of Kewaza shared her lightly tanned skin and brown eyes, Priya herself included. Zirah was clad in a soft, richly colored robe that fastened loosely in the front. The robe did little to cover Zirah's ample breasts, and Priya could peer through the slightly spread fabric down to her navel. More than once, Priya had witnessed the appreciative gazes of the manservants as her mother walked past. She knew there were admirers among the female servants as well, for many women enjoyed taking female partners. Priya knew this from experience, as she had on a couple occasions encountered two of the maidservants enjoying a tryst. The gods encouraged love and sex of many kinds, not just between man and woman.

"Yes, it has been a pleasant morning," Zirah purred. "I spent some time with your father before he had to hurry to the market. His cloth shipment embarks with the caravan this morning, so he won't return until later."

Priya blushed, wondering if her parents had heard when she orgasmed this morning, or if they knew she had watched their sex from the door curtain. Sex was a cherished part of life to her people, but she still felt slightly naughty to watch them. It was hard to resist, however, since the sounds of their lust carried so easily down to her bedchamber. Since becoming a woman, Priya had pleasured herself each time she heard her parents rutting. Her need frightened her sometimes with its urgency. Her body almost constantly ached for sex, and she hoped soon she could finally quench that desire.

"I have something important to tell you, Priya," Zirah said. She reached into an inner pocket of her robes and pulled out a small glass vial. As Priya watched, she put the contents of the vial into her tea.

"Drink this," Zirah urged. Priya complied and drained the contents of the cup. "This is extract of Marazi root. If you drink a small vial every day, you will not bear children. This is vital to remember! Do not forget the Marazi every day until you are ready to become pregnant." Priya nodded dutifully, and they conversed idly for the remainder of their meal.

"Now, I think it would be a perfect time to wash," Zirah beckoned to Priya as she rose from the table. "Come with me." Priya followed her to the more private bathchamber.

A generously sized basin lay in the center of the stone tiled floor, and small open windows near the ceiling allowed in plenty of light. Priya noted the towels folded neatly along the edge of the bath, as well as a long cushion. A green-eyed maidservant sat smiling on an ornate bench, her straight black hair cut into a short bob. The steam from the bath caused her thin white robe to cling to her body, and Priya could see every inch of her, just as easily as if she were naked. Priya blushed and greeted her. "Zamara, how are you this morning?"

Zamara seemed to blush in return, and Priya remembered she was one of the maidservants who was fond of other women. "I am very pleased your mother asked me to attend to you today," she smiled coyly. "It was not long ago I earned my full womanhood."

Zirah undressed and gestured for Priya to join her as Zamara watched them both hungrily. Priya trembled slightly as she let her robe fall to the floor, and she stepped down into the steaming pool. The water could be heated, but generally her family used cool water for bathing. Copper piping distributed water for the bathchamber and kitchens, though the rest of the compound was serviced by wells or riverwater from the city canals.

Priya couldn't help but gaze coyly at her mother's body. Her breasts floated enticingly in the steaming water as she leaned back. Priya had seen her nude before, but something about this felt different. She was acutely aware of Zamara's intense gaze watching them both.

Zirah fetched some soap from the edge of the basin and moved closer to her daughter. "Here, let me wash you." Priya felt slightly nervous at first, but her mother was gentle and calm. She closed her eyes and relaxed as her mother's hands rubbed across her body. With her mother's gentle reassurance, Priya returned the favor and began to run soapy hands across her mother's body. She was too shy to touch her mother's heavy breasts, though Priya burned with curiosity and arousal.

Zirah's hands reached Priya's breasts, and Priya gasped slightly. Her mother smiled and continued. "Does it feel good?"

Priya felt her arousal building as her mother's skilled hands brushed across her nipples. "Y-yes..." she stammered.

Zirah smiled. "Good. I'm going to make you feel wonderful, sweet daughter. Today you are going to experience all of the pleasures the body can bring." She gently tugged at Priya's erect nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and forefinger.

Priya gasped and moaned wantonly, her arousal inflamed from her mother's erotic touch. "Oh... oh, Mother... That feels so incredible," she panted. She looked down at her breasts and whimpered as she watched Zirah's skillful fingers at work.

Zirah kneeled low in the pool, bringing her lips up to her daughter's breast. Without hesitation, she closed her lips onto the tender nipple and suckled eagerly. Priya panted and moaned like a whore, unable to contain her pleasure. Zirah flicked her tongue rapidly over the pink bud, and sucked it firmly into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth to tug on the tender mound.

Priya gasped for air as her mother switched to the other breast. Her nipple was swollen from the eager suckling, and she wrapped her hands into her mother's soft hair to pull her closer. She felt as if she might burst from the throbbing between her legs. Panting, she looked over at Zamara and saw her lips slightly parted, her nipples prominent against her sheer robe. She licked her lips and stood slowly, letting her robe fall to the floor. Priya's eyes took in the delicate curves of her body; her skin looked smooth and inviting. In the typical tradition of their people, Zamara's mound was bare of hair, and Priya could see the rosy lips of her inner labia.

Zirah withdrew from Priya's breasts, and smiled up at Zamara, who had joined them by the edge of the bath. "Here, Priya, climb up onto this cushion. Zamara, lie down with her, please."

Head spinning, Priya obeyed, and lay down on the soft cushion. Zirah pulled her closer to the edge of the basin and spread her legs. Priya's heart was pounding as Zamara lay down beside her. Her green eyes, full of lust, enveloped Priya as she bent to kiss her.

Priya moaned as Zamara's full lips pressed against hers. She could feel Zamara's soft breasts against her body, and she reached up to caress them. Zamara moaned and delved her tongue into Priya's mouth, darting it in and out. Priya's tongue responded in kind, and they urgently kissed while Zirah watched from between Priya's legs.

Priya ran her hands all over Zamara's body as they kissed passionately. She squeezed Zamara's breasts and gasped when she felt Zamara bite her neck in return. As Zamara planted kisses all over her neck and breasts, Priya suddenly felt warm breath between her legs. Slightly startled out of her fog of arousal, Priya looked down as Zirah pressed her lips up against Priya's vulva. Zirah's tongue darted in between the folds of Priya's womanhood, and she flicked it rapidly over the swollen bud at the center.

Priya cried out as her thighs spasmed. "Dear gods! How are you doing this to me?!" Zirah chuckled, her mouth still buried between her daughter's legs. Priya felt the chuckle as vibrations against her inflamed womanhood, and she moaned in ecstasy as her mother skillfully pleasured her. Beside her, Zamara watched in lascivious enjoyment, and she aroused Priya even further by playing with both of her engorged nipples.

Priya writhed and cried out on the cushion, unable to stand the intense sensations as her mother rapidly lapped at the center of her pleasure. She gasped and whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. Her left arm was wrapped around Zamara, fingers digging into her back, and her right hand clutched at the cushion beneath them. Zirah's tongue worked unceasingly, flicking and darting across Priya's swollen clitoris.

"It's... it's too much," Priya begged. "I can't take it anymore!" Her thighs trembled uncontrollably and she spread her legs wider.

Zirah stopped and kissed the soft lips of Priya's labia. "Yes, you can, sweet Priya," and she resumed the relentless pleasuring of Priya's clitoris. Priya let out a low moan of desperation. Next to her, Zamara chuckled lustily and sat up to get a better view of Priya's naked body. She watched the scene with her legs spread, and she soon began pleasuring herself while she watched the mother and daughter. Priya saw Zamara's fingers moving rapidly over her clitoris, her inner labia swollen and soaking wet with desire. Priya could not tear her eyes away from the erotic sight of Zamara playing with herself. Zamara pumped two of her fingers in and out of her opening, moaning as she found the spot of pleasure just inside. Her fingers made a delightful wet sound as they thrust in and out of the hole.

Suddenly, Priya's arousal exploded into an earth-shattering climax. She screamed loudly as her mother's tongue fluttered over her clitoris, rapid waves of pleasure consuming her. Her mother did not stop until Priya's orgasm had run its course.

Priya felt as if she could faint from the intense pleasure. Her clitoris continued to throb after the orgasm, sending electric shocks through her body. Panting, she looked down at her mother.