Chronicles of Suran, by Catherine N.X. (holokittynx@fastmail.fm).  

Author's website:  http://www.asstr.org/~holokittynx
Chapter codes: Fg, rom, inc, ped, cons, mast, ScFi.
Third person - childlove, lesbian, mother/daughter, semi-utopian.  Synopsis:  A fictional island democracy with no child-sex taboo, as seen through romantic and political vignettes focusing on the people who live there.

COPYRIGHT NOTICE:  This story may be freely distributed provided it retains all story codes and credits, including the author's email and website.

Rachel, chapter five. 

Sunday, 9th December, 2074. 
	Rachel waved at her mother from across the yard, and Sonja waved back as Takeshi opened his patio door. He waved as well, before Rachel handed him a box containing their project for the evening. Takeshi carried it to his workshop, while Rachel examined the new controls on the patio door. After a moment she identified the 'close' button, and pushed it before following her dad. 
	Her school's holoprinter had handled most of the basic shapes for the project, but Takeshi's could add colors and more refined details. They sat at the desk with his laptop, and Rachel handed him her memory keychain. 
	"Jesus Christ, honey. We should have done this before - I didn't know you were this good!" Takeshi rotated Rachel's 3-D image of her mother's T-Rex. He had been designing machine parts for years, and was honestly impressed. Wheels and exhaust pipes were easy, but when Takeshi saw the body itself he had no idea what steps she had taken to draw it. "Your teacher's seen this?" Rachel nodded. "She said I could use your printer, as long as I did most of it with my hands."
	"I'm surprised they let you use a printer for it at all. When I was a kid we did clay sculpture by hand.  No Dremels or anything." Rachel smiled and pulled up a chair, which Takeshi then adjusted for height. Rachel arrived a few inches higher with a bounce.  "I already did a street for it with my hands. It's painted and everything. I even put a tree.”
	The project would be graded on Thursday, after which Rachel intended to take it home and wrap it for her mom. If she hadn't known about her dad's new holoprinter, she probably would have tried something simpler like a vase or house. Instead she now stood watching as dim LIDAR dots mapped the reference points on her rough model, followed by dust and small chips silently falling from its surface as focused sound beams matched its surface to the CG file.
	Takeshi's eyes were nearly as wide as his daughter's - this was the first 3D shape he had tried.  "I rule." Rachel rolled her eyes, before noticing how cleanly the holoprinter cut the millimeter-wide door seams. "Okay, Dad. You rule." 

Monday, 10th December, 2074. 
	"Ew! Bird poop! Get it off!" Rachel's face twisted with disdain, her neck stretching to avoid the cursed vitriol with which a passing seagull had assaulted the shoulder of her jacket. Mr. Nichols burst into laughter as Rachel inched towards the door, while another teacher fished in her purse for a towelette. For someone who liked the monkey bars so much, the kid sure didn't like to get dirty. "You're fine. Hold still." Nichols tore the wrapping from the towelette, and wiped the offending excreta from Rachel's shoulder. The soapy water evaporated quickly, and Rachel shot her math teacher a beaming smile. 
	"Thanks." Rachel turned and bounced over to the swings, where her bestest friend in the whole world fought to stifle his giggles. "You're a diva." Rachel pouted. "Am not. Do you like bird poop?" 
	"No, but I wouldn't act like it was gonna eat me. What did you do over the weekend?" Antonio swung his legs, and his skirt depressed between his ankles as he started to swing. Rachel did the same, and giggled under her breath as she thought of Saturday morning. Her eyes drifted, and Antonio was about to say something when she snapped back to reality. "Do you think my mom's cute?" His eyes widened, and Antonio laughed out loud as he brought the swing to a stop. "Did you kiss her or something?" Rachel couldn't hide her amusement, and her face told him everything. Antonio groaned as if someone were trying to tell him a knock-knock joke. 
	"It can't be that much fun." Rachel smiled like the Mona Lisa, and his expression became puzzled. She explained, "It's a lot of fun. I didn't wanna stop but you get tired really fast." Antonio thought for a moment. "Well your mom is cute." 
	Sonja waved at the receptionist as she returned to the VGS Janssen offices from a cafe around the corner.  She kicked herself mentally, for waving at a damned robot.  It would become an impossible habit to break - the thing had a great 'personality.'  As it was fifteen minutes into the lunch hour, traffic was lighter than usual and she was on the twenty-fourth floor in less than two minutes. She stepped into her office and sipped her coffee before setting it and her lunch on the desk, and slipped a hand into her purse to find the tablet Dana had given her. She entered the Bluetooth PWN code for her PDA, and her homepage came up as the tablet accessed the PDA's Internet connection. She had read all of the pamphlets, but now she was interested in doing a little shopping. She opened the local white pages.

Thursday, 13th December, 2074. 
	A massive explosion a few blocks away knocked Sonja off her feet, but before she could even start to get up she felt Takeshi's hands on her sides. He pulled her up, dragging her down the sidewalk before she could even find her balance. She shook off the shock, and was able to run the next few blocks until they found the hideout. Nobody officially ran the place, but active members of the Surani resistance all knew about it. When they arrived they found monitors with webcam images showing the damage that had been done to the area around South Leolua Street. 
	"T, I thought they weren't gonna bomb the city. I thought they were gonna fight our planes in the air." Sonja had never seen the results of the Americans' attacks up close. Takeshi found a wet cloth, and started wiping soot from his face. "They must not care what the UN thinks any more. I heard they withdrew their membership. Sinorussia won't stand for this. They might not attack the US directly, but they'll do something." 
	Sonja opened her eyes, and lifted them from the kitchen table. She hadn't thought about the war for years, and wondered why it came to mind now. When she looked into the den she saw the reason. Rachel sat upright, apparently focused on a documentary about the war. As a child Sonja had rarely ventured into the managed anarchy of Tashkana City, and then her parents had forbidden it. 
	The resistance was another matter. At age nine there was little Sonja could have done in the way of active combat, but she and Takeshi had frequently helped move messages from one cell to another. While most Surani agreed with the war against the US, it was also widely known that American spies were afoot as the Surani no longer had any effective means for keeping them out. American spies would not commit suicide by acting directly against resistance members, but they could provide information which would be used to target cells from offshore or arrange assassinations. 
	Sonja stretched in her chair, and observed Rachel's interest in her corporate's history. Suran no longer had any diplomatic relationship with the US. The Americans' sole interest in Suran had been direct control of its natural resources, and that had become a moot point. The UN held a clear stance on Surani sovereignty. This had almost failed to convince the American government, until in 2059 the Surani Executive Council announced that Suran had built several long-range nuclear missiles. Their stance against the US had been clear then, and still was - if and only if the US invaded Suran again, those missiles would be sent to do as much damage to the US as possible. The Americans still didn't recognize the SDC, but with increasing instability at home had essentially dropped the issue. 
	Her PDA started to slide across the table, and Sonja wondered about the possibility of haunting until its screen lit up and she realized it had been vibrating. She picked it up. The screen said she had a call from Karen. A girlish smile crossed her face, and she hit 'talk.' "Hi Karen." Her potential girlfriend's voice was low and purring as usual. "Hi Sonja...how's your week been?" Sonja was so preoccupied with the sound of Karen's voice that she almost forgot to answer. "Oh...um...really just working and helping Rachel with homework. She's got a lot since the solstice break is coming, and I'm trying to finish as many projects as I can too. But we're going shopping again on Saturday. How has yours been?" 
	Karen recalled the past four days starting with the most humorous events, such as the free weight that had accidentally rolled across four desks and knocked various bric-a-brac from them until caught by a grandmother who hadn't quite looked fit enough to lift it. Her slight tendency to ramble only kept Sonja interested, and Sonja felt as if she could almost see Karen's facial expressions. She was distracted for a moment by Rachel snuggling her thigh and fishing for a kiss before heading up to her room, but then had forty-five minutes alone to flirt over the comm waves. They made plans for the following Monday, as it would be the first day of Sonja's vacation. Surveying the kitchen after she set down the PDA, she saw that Rachel had put the dessert dishes in the sink. She smiled and went upstairs to see if her little girl was still awake. 
	Approaching Rachel's bedroom door, she heard whimpering and realized that for the second night of the week Rachel was exploring her body. She grinned and backed away slowly, not realizing that the sound was coming from a vent above her head. That vent led to her own bedroom, as Sonja remembered when she walked in to find Rachel under the covers fondling herself.  I have got to have something done about that duct.   "I'm sorry, honey..." She started to turn towards the door, but was stopped when she heard her baby's voice. "Mommy, wait..." 
	Sonja cautiously approached from the side of the bed facing the window, sliding back the covers to find that her daughter was already in PJs.  She stifled a chuckle, and curled up around Rachel to keep her comfortable. When they were settled, Rachel continued fondling and tickling herself until they wound up falling asleep. They slept for a while before Rachel awoke to try her hands again. The second time her sensitivity built as she played with herself, and her mother woke up half an hour later to the sound of Rachel at the height of arousal. Her pajamas were off, and her knees were flexed from the tension building inside her pelvis. Sonja turned onto her right side to press her body against Rachel's. 
	"Is it good like the other night?" 
	"Mmm-hm." Rachel's eyes were closed and the reply was shaky, as if it took too much effort to actuate her vocal cords. Sonja held the girl's cheek and rubbed a thumb against her temple. "Is there anything you want that would make it better?" Rachel slowed down, looking into her mother's warm eyes. She struggled somewhat to form a smile before replying, "Kissing?" Sonja immediately granted her daughter's wish, wetting her own lips before slowly feeding them to Rachel. Rachel had difficulty kissing, but seemed to greatly enjoy the feeling of her mother's tongue between her lips. Her breathing became more erratic, the movements of her hands more deliberate. Sonja expected the girl to come any moment. Instead her masturbation continued at a quicker but steady pace. Her breathing settled into a fast but regular rhythm, and she was too lost in her pleasure to continue kissing. Sonja watched her lying there naked, happily riding her fingers, and wished for Rachel's unabashed attitude. The girl seemed obsessed with her genitals, the sweetness she must have been feeling in her pelvis radiating from her eyes and carried on her lilting moans. 
	Sonja couldn't help but find herself aroused. She hadn't frequently thought of herself as being attracted to her daughter, but thinking back over the previous few days had realized that perhaps the mother-child relationship had an innately sensual if not sexual element. Nursing was always something they did in bed, while cuddling and laughing. In that way they had been intimate well before Rachel had found out what her own body could do. And perhaps it wasn't a mistake that breasts were erogenous, capable of giving a woman any arousal from lubrication to orgasm. It could easily have been nature's reward to a mother for nourishing her child. The intimacy Sonja perceived wasn't just physical. Lying next to her was the meaning of her existence, the one life she put above her own. Rachel's presence always washed away whatever other concerns had faced Sonja on any given day. Their home was as much Rachel's as her mother's, full of her favorite colors and displaying her art and furniture choices. Sonja would certainly never have thought to put a hammock in the den. 
	Sonja curled up around her child, stroking her hair and watching her face as she pleasured herself. Rachel stared back into her mother's eyes, having relaxed somewhat because her hands were tiring. She switched to her wrists, pressing them into her vulva and squishing her clitoris around under them. Sonja asked, "Do you want me to undress?" Rachel nodded and watched as Sonja gradually extracted herself from her pajamas, finally dropping them on the chest at the foot of the bed. She settled next to Rachel again, and for a moment they smiled into each other's eyes. 
	Rachel loved her mother's eyes. Blue would have been unnatural on Rachel herself, but her mother's care shone wonderfully in them. She kissed the pale pink lips as the ache in her fingers started to subside and she again directed them to her clitoris. Her eyes closed as the sensitivity disrupted her self-control, and she nuzzled her mother's face as her sex began its telltale twitching. 
	As she saw her baby's increasing excitement reflected in her breath and the distracted nuzzling of their cheeks, Sonja put an arm around the girl. It moved under the small of her back and around to her soft abdomen to lightly caress her torso as she started pressing her genitals upward. Sonja began kissing Rachel's neck and shoulders, but the added warmth didn't make up for the annoying ache in Rachel's hands. Masturbating was, however pleasurable, a new skill. Rachel's fingers were again failing her just enough to delay orgasm. 
	"Mommy?" 
	"Hmm?" 
	"I want to keep going but my hands are tired." 
	"Do you want me to help?" Rachel nodded slowly, unsure if she was asking too much, but her uncertainty was quickly allayed. She watched in surprise as her mother matter-of-factly said "Okay," and big strong mommy fingers slid from her tummy down to her wet private parts. 
	Rachel gasped at the warmth as a hand much bigger than her own covered her entire vulva, one soft finger rubbing the hood of her clitoris just enough to help her approach orgasm. Her legs began to shift from the twitching of her pelvic muscles, and she turned on her side to spoon her back against her mother's breasts. Sonja used her right hand to stroke Rachel's clitoris and inner lips as she held the girl's cute pale bottom in her left. The masturbation built on the increased sensitivity caused by Rachel's own extended stimulation of herself, and in short order orgasm was imminent. Rachel was moaning loudly, feeling safe now that her pleasure was secured by hands more skilled and reliable than her own. She held onto her mother's right arm to steady herself as she concentrated on the gentle squishing of her clitoris and the warmth of her mother's breast against her face. The moment was perfect, and yet becoming more wondrous with each second. Rachel knew she was happy, but could scarcely keep track of all the things she liked about what she was feeling. 
	Her pelvis was sandwiched between her mother's right hand pleasuring her privates, and the left softly massaging her bottom. The various kindnesses of her mother's touch all fueled the fire in her vulva, and Rachel held on more tightly as her twitchy kitty began to spasm beyond her control. This time she didn't hold her breath as she had the first few times, and her moaning became low hissing as an even more intense orgasm than the last began to burn inside her. Her own lubrication, however sparse, was making her mother's fingers feel even better against the softest skin on her body. The result was slight overstimulation, which before the orgasm might have disrupted her concentration but now only intensified her pleasure. 
	Observing her daughter's reactions and imagining what she would be feeling at this moment were she herself being masturbated, Sonja concentrated on Rachel's clitoris. As she did with her own body, she used her baby's clit to focus and concentrate all of the tension into the orgasm, to maximize every sweet contraction and shiver and draw the experience out as long as possible. Rachel's pelvic thrusting slowed some as the orgasm drew its last energy from her, and finally she curled up around her mother's arm with her eyes closed as the last few spasms left her dazed and sated. Sonja was careful to continue rubbing Rachel's clit to help her through the trailing end of the orgasm, and now slowed her stimulation to a slow, light tickling of the blushing clitoral hood. Before even that became too much, Sonja removed her fingers, letting Rachel's most sensitive spot tuck itself between her warm outer labia. She cupped the girl's vulva, warming it just enough to let Rachel fall asleep. Which she did, and her mother not long after. 
	Opening her eyes roughly an hour later, Sonja felt the softness of her daughter's bottom and vulva cradled in her hands. She smelled the girl's black hair. Even this long after her last shampooing, it still smelled like fruit-scented conditioner. She curiously lifted her damp fingers to inhale the scent of Rachel's lubrication. It was faint, but Sonja immediately picked out the same hot sweaty scent released by every aroused woman she had ever tasted, herself included. When Sonja had first started masturbating, she had been put off by that smell. Over time she had come to enjoy it as she found how universal it was to every woman in heat. Rachel hadn't seemed to pay any attention to it at all. She simply sought pleasure, and had readily asked for help when her hands got tired. 
	Sonja sucked her fingers clean, returned her palm to Rachel's privates to keep them warm, and went back to sleep. 

Saturday, 15th December, 2074. 
	Smiling, holding her mother's hand, Rachel pushed open the door to the shop. The sunset hitting the drapes made the gallery look even more romantic than its decor alone, which was thoughtfully modeled after a traditional Surani bacchanal resort. Patrons lay clothed on various four-poster beds, talking about the toys arrayed on the shelves and tables and nightstands, mulling which to buy or what color or how many. Lovemaking and prolonged kissing were not allowed on the beds - not for any cultural taboo, but simply because it would cause cleaning costs to skyrocket if so many customers got steamy there. For the same reason, the linens on the beds were fixed to the sides and could not be rumpled with casual movements. Looking around the cozy room, Rachel fixed her eyes on one of the advantages of being a Surani child. The sex shop had a huge kids' section. 
	As in the rest of the store, beds with fixed linens were arranged about the room. These were more brightly colored and boldly decorated, and on them lay over half a dozen kids, most looking to be at or close to puberty or younger. Some flipped through brochures, or playfully kissed each other or a doting older lover they had with them. None noticed Sonja and Rachel. 
	Pulling her smiling but slightly wary mother into the room, Rachel immediately turned to something that intrigued her. The tag next to the toy's sturdy plastic case said it was called the Smoothie. Sonja thought it should have been called The Most Morbidly Obese Vibrator Ever Made. It was a purple jelly oval shape, much like a liquid-filled cold pill. Twelve and a half centimeters in diameter for safety, twenty centimeters long, and covered in seamless gel, it looked like a rounded football but was perfect for young vulvas to press against. It could be charged by placing it in its case, which contained an inductive charge pad so that no external metal contacts were needed. Next to it sat a wireless remote, eliminating the need for any buttons or other obstacles on the toy's surface. It was perfectly smooth everywhere, and after a few moments Sonja could see the appeal. Rachel was probing the gel with her fingers, and Sonja saw that the gel was very pliable - enough to mold somewhat to a girl's genitals when pressed into them. 
	Rachel herself was sold as soon as she felt the toy's surface. It had half a dozen vibration settings and could be heated slightly. For safety the heat wasn't enough to make any real difference, but just enough so that the initial contact with it would be pleasant rather than jarringly cold. She looked up into her mother's face. Sonja was looking at the little brochure next to the case. The company was a small local one, and the owner had children of both sexes. That explained why he'd thought of everything in designing his wares. Rachel tugged on her mother's coat, and Sonja looked down. Rachel nodded seriously as if someone had just asked her whether she wanted a winning lottery ticket for free. Sonja smiled, and noted the three different approval seals on the box. 
	"This one it is. Wanna look around a bit more? We can get two if you want." Rachel nodded enthusiastically, and they perused the low multicolored shelves for a few more minutes. 
	Rachel probably had no concept of penetration, but out of curiosity Sonja decided to take a look at what sort of penetrative toys were made for young girls. Surani health regulations required a scan and physician's note before a girl who had not begun menstruating could buy a penetrative toy or have penetrative sex. Penetrative toys were defined as toys with any dimension smaller than ten centimeters with a taper sharper than 90 degrees, or smaller than five centimeters without such a taper. All toys for children, erotic or otherwise, were virtually impossible to sell to Surani without having been approved by government inspectors and/or one of the consumer-advocacy organizations. Sex toys, if the producers knew what was good for them, went to a committee at the Department of Medicine's pediatric division. Twenty of the country's best pediatric gynecologists and andrologists were on the committee, applying their knowledge of children's responses and physical tolerances to the approval process. Strangely, even countries with Suran's attitude towards children's sexuality never saw children use anything really unwise to pleasure themselves. Instinctively, children found stuffed animals or other such soft items to use if they tried anything besides their hands. 
	Rachel's tastes weren't fickle, and apparently this included toys. She didn't show much interest in any of the store's other devices, but she did see a warming lubricant she wanted to try. Sonja paid for the toy and lube, and they began walking back to the trike. The sunlight was the perfect backdrop for a stroll in this area of Tashkana, populated as it was by beautiful glass buildings and cars with Spectra-Flair paint jobs. Sonja was considering a genuine color-change package for the T-Rex, but had settled on plain silver when she first bought it. Finding one's car when one didn't even remember what color it was on a given day would be a nightmare. Most car remotes had either a compass display that pointed towards the car, or a wi-fi "page" button to make the horn toot, or both. Either would work within 150 meters.
	Sonja pressed her remote as she and Rachel walked into the parking lot. Nearly a third of the cars were some shade of silver or gunmetal, so she didn't even bother looking around until the horn sounded like it was within six or seven meters. At last they found the trike, and settled into it. Once they were in their seats, Rachel leaned over, giving her mother's cheek a happy nuzzle and thanking her for the toy. "Can we do bath time early tonight?" Sonja chuckled at the romantic suggestion. "Definitely." She pressed a hot-key on the side of her PDA. 
	Takeshi heard beeping in his pocket, and took out his PDA. As he expected, it was an email. 
	From: sonja.personal@sonjalindstrom.com
	To: takeshiscastle@suran.wirespace.com

	Heading home now. Love ya - S. 
	He surveyed Sonja's kitchen. The lasagna, Rachel's favorite, was almost finished warming in the oven. Two places were set at the table. Ten minutes later he had finished putting away the cooking utensils and lighting candles, and waited at the patio door until he heard the house computer announce that the garage was opening. He slid the glass door shut behind him, and walked briskly across the yard to his house.