Her mother's youth

"It was a different time then. Rajah-4 had just been domesticated long enough for the paint to dry when they sent word that me and my family would be moving here, and would be staying here indefinitely. 500 families from the richest of the Empire banded together all made a pact to establish this place as what would one day become a capital city, though we are still a ways off from that. You see, I'm not a daughter of two Worlds like you. I was only 15 when I boarded the Cosmoliner "Nantucket's Dream" with all my worldly possessions, and left a very depressed boyfriend. I'll never forget taking my seat, putting on the Cinematon helmet, and drifting in sleep, only to awaken a year later on this planet.

The estates had been built. The servants from India has been here for years preparing the grounds, taming beasts, and scouting locations. Their contracts bound them to the company for 20 years, and their children for 20 once they came of age, and then they would be full citizens. Naturally, only the most wealthy, cultured, and beautiful of Old India were chosen, as the head's of the families certainly weren't going to be able to contain their libidos on a distant colony.

And so, you had a world full of beautiful people with little to no electricity; spotty entertainment, and estates large enough to house an Army in. It wasn't long before what we came to call "the Blush" set in. We established to "rules" where if you catch someone you can watch them that are so commonplace today that it is just assumed. I don't know how many times I exited the lake from a swim only to find a suitor or a servant boy staring at me with my clothes in one hand and a hard prick in the other, or walked in on one of my cousins giving it to a servant girl in the library. And I must say, I didn't always just watch. It was so rampant that fathers had to come up with an excuse for their daughter's lack of virginity."

The servant girl massaging my mother's legs had slipped a hand between them. I blushed when I realized she was stimulating her as she told her story.

"So, if we got caught, they'd send us to a doctor, who would declare we had "the Blush", prescribe some medicine, attempt to "cure" us. I'll never forget laying on Dr. Miller's couch, my legs spread, his stubby fingers sliding in and out of me, or the splintery wood of his desk as he bent me over it, my dress pushed up to my waist and a tear in my eye as he paddled me. The psychology of the time...ahh...." she said with a breath. The servant girl was fingering her quickly. I felt my own legs being parted, and a small, smooth, oil covered hand slide over my tenderness.

"...right. The psychology of the time was that if you combined the sex act with punishment, you could set up an aversion to it. Lot of good that did. By the third session, I was in wrist restraints, sucking his cock as his assistant was taking me from behind when my father walked in, right on schedule..." I felt the servant girls fingers start to explore deeper into me. I parted my legs for her, biting my lip as mother flipped over, her heavy, still-firm breasts sitting proudly atop her gorgeous body.

"It became known as the Doctor's Gambit. Wealthy parents would send their daughters to these men, knowing full-well what would happen, in a attempt to change their behavior; or if not then to at least have the excuse of the doctor being too vigorous. Everyone knows its a lie, but it lets everyone but the doctor save face, but he's got his schedule full of young, nubile, sex-crazed girls to ease his conscience. And this still happens today." she said, her back arching as the servant girl started to lick her intimately.

I lay there for a moment, trying to focus on what she was saying but the sensations between my legs were quite distracting. Sura, the lovely Hindu girl, was very skilled with her hands. She massaged and stimulated me as I could hear my mother's orgasm starting to build. Back on Earth, this would be scandalous. Here, its just a typical mid-day relaxation. I wasn't surprised to see a couple of the servant boys staring. I grinned, lost in sensation, and rolled over so my breasts were exposed to their view. Sura's tongue was unexpected, but pleasant.

I looked over. Mother's mouth was open in a silent moan as her midsection clenched and relaxed. She was holding Medi's head between her legs, and curling her toes in the air. The sight of her lovely body, arched in ecstacy, caused me to hold my breath. Sura slid her fingers in and out of me, careful to not break the maidenhead, as my mother reached a deafening in its silence orgasm, her glistening juices sparkling in the mid-day Sun. Finally, after some time, she spoke.

"You see Clara. You can have fun, but you must use discretion, and not just with the servants. I've heard about you and Cordelia's little adventure. She does have quite a skill at getting you into trouble precisely because she lacks discretion." She may have said more, but I was getting lost in my own sensations...