"We used to knit just about everything when I was young." Lucy said sitting in her chair demonstrating the craft of knitting to Lara. Lara knelt nude on the floor next to her, watching with fascination, like a little child paying attention to a magic trick.
"I used to make clothes for my husband, for my daughter, for my son... You learn how to get by with your own hands when you grow up out here."
In the few weeks that Lara had lived with Lucy, she had grown very fond of her, regarding her as a mother-figure and a figure of authority. Lara had developed a loyalty to Lucy and thrived on her praise and words of wisdom. Whatever Lucy asked her to do, Lara happily complied just for the praise alone.
Lucy developed the same admiration, but from a different perspective. She saw Lara as a young protege, teaching her the ways of simple living and thriving in the wilderness. She wasn't sure how long Lara would eventually stay, but as long as Lara chose to stay, Lucy continued to welcome her.
More profoundly, Lara was teaching Lucy something about femininity she had never known. There was a great deal of youthful innocence in Lara, almost an innocent form of sexuality, where Lara could express an eroticism that came across as natural as the wilderness itself.
Lucy developed an interest in watching Lara's six-year old girl express herself openly and honestly. The way she rolled around naked on the couch reading her book, the way she touched herself in front of Lucy, the way she knelt next to Lucy on the floor while demonstrated knitting, suggested a little girl who unknowingly displayed a great deal of "accidental" sexuality.
Finding something erotic and alluring in another female had never crossed Lucy's mind before. But then again, Lucy never saw anything sexually attractive in a man either. She married for the same reason other girls married, because it was expected of them. But over the years, Lucy came to love Nature, and found herself falling in love with things that embraced the programming that Mother Nature bred into them.
"Lara, why don't you start a fire in the stove." Lucy asked.
Lara got up and quickly and grabbed a couple pieces of wood, put them into the pot bellied stove, and lit a fire. Once the fire took hold, Lucy instructed her to put on a kettle of water and prepare a couple of cups of tea.
"Sit down by the stove Lara".
Lara knelt down and sat on her knees by the stove, putting her hands out forward and feeling the warmth radiating on to her naked body. Lucy sat down behind her and began brushing Lara's hair.
"Your hair needs to be brushed regularly." Lucy said. "A girl so beautiful as you needs her hair brushed everyday. When we were kids we could keep our hair soft and beautiful just by brushing it two or three times a day."
"Really?" Lara said.
"Yes, that's a fact." Lucy remarked.
Lara pointed her face down as Lucy continued to brush. She liked how it felt to be groomed by Lucy. It made her feel pretty and cherished. Lara had drifted into her six-year old girl.
"After this I'd like to rub some lavender oil on you."
"What's lavender oil for, Mommy?"
Lucy paused, and continued to brush. She caught off-guard Lara addressing her Mommy, but welcomed it.
"Oh it's good for you, Hun. It'll help you relax, sooth your joints, and help your blood circulation. It'll keep your skin soft too."
Lucy put the brush down and stood up. "Let me get the bottle right now."
Reaching into a cabinet by the food pantry, Lucy pulled out a medium sized bottle and brought it back.
"I want you to stand up."
Lara complied, standing up by the pot bellied stove.
Lucy opened up the bottle and poured some oil in her hands, rubbing it together to warm up the oil. Then she applied her hands on Lara's chest and rubbed the oil deep into her skin. The aroma of lavender filled Lara's senses.
"Mmm!" She said. "It smells pretty!"
"Yes, and it's very good for you too".
Lucy rubbed her hands all across Lara's nude body, rubbing the oil deep into her breasts, into her arms and hands, and her across her tummy. Lucy knelt down on her knees. Then she poured out a little more, rubbed it warm on her hands, and ran her hands over Lara's pubic mound several times, looking up at Lara's eyes to gauge her reaction. Lara merely smiled and giggled, suggesting there were no issues with it.
Lucy went on to rub the oil into her labia and inner-thighs. Lara giggled and wiggled. Lara had the look of a innocent young girl with a great deal of trust and admiration for her mother. Lucy moved her hands down Lara's legs and into her feet.
"You've been so good today." Lucy whispered as she rubbed oil deep. "You did the laundry, you washed the dishes, you cleaned up the room, and you made the fire. I'm very proud of you."
Lara smiled back at Lucy. "Thank you Mommy!" She said innocently.
Lucy moved on to Lara's butt, rubbing back and forth and between her cheeks, across her anus, and once again across her labia.
Lara had brought her hands up to her chest, folded them together, and tucked her elbows to her sides. In her mind, she saw an image of herself clutching a teddy bear that she once had to help her feel safe.
All in all, Lucy spent a good twenty minutes was touching Lara everywhere, and strayed into the mysterious world of mother-daughter sexuality.
"There, you smell so beautiful Lara!"
"I know! I like it!"
"What do you say?" Lucy asked.
"Thank you Mommy!" Lara replied happily in a little girl's voice.
Lucy chuckled, surprised to hear what she had just heard.
"I should rub oil on you more often. What do you think?"
"Can we Mommy? Can we?"
"Of course we can! I just want you to be a good girl and get your chores done for me, OK?"
"Yay! OK!" Lara jumped, clapping her hands."
Lucy found herself smitten with Lara's youthful innocence. She was still confused by it all, but at this point didn't bother trying to understand Lara's psychological state of mind. Touching her body in this way was something she had never done with anyone, yet she found herself compelled to do so. Lucy never realized she could feel this way.
"You go ahead and play on the couch." Lucy offered.
Lara had run to the couch and threw herself down, immediately reaching for her clitoris and basking into her little girl. Lara was immediately quiet, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in a trance, with only her fingers making rhythmic movements.
Lucy watched with a mixture of both sexual excitement and pity. She reminded herself this was an eighteen year old woman who sometimes acted like a young woman but other times acted like a child. Yet it still offered Lucy an opportunity to experience a new kind of mother-daughter play she had missed when her daughter was this young.
