Concerned, Part 1

by JW

Amanda Cain was concerned about he daughter. Six weeks ago the twelve year old had her first period. The good news was that she’d prepared her daughter for the arrival of the curse, unlike the shocking embarrassing way she had gotten acquainted with her monthly cycle. The thirty-seven year old mother was glad she’d decided to use the occasion of her daughter’s twelfth birthday as a benchmark to tell her daughter about menstruation. The bad news was that she hadn’t had another one. Everyday she asked the girl, to the point after two weeks of this, that Shannon bit her head off before the question was even out of her mouth. Amanda was worried.

She had extracted assurances from the preteen that she had not fooled around with any boys. Her daughter was indignant and retorted

“Mother you won’t even let me go on a date! How could I mess around with anybody?”

The idea was troubling to Amanda and the thought would scarcely have entered her head were it not for the fact that she’d developed a strong suspicion that her not yet teenaged daughter was masturbating. ‘I didn’t get my period until I was almost thirteen and a half and it was nearly a year after that before I started pleasuring myself’ she recalled. ‘They grow up so fast now-a-days.’ Sure she’d been aware from an early age that rubbing between your legs felt kinda good. She’d humped her pillow and her stuffed animals like every other little girl, but actually fingering herself had come much later.

The evidence on the panties and occasionally on the bed sheets didn’t worry the protective mother as much as they made her a little sad. Her baby was growing up and way too fast. It did worry her that her daughter had begun menstruating and then stopped. She hoped Shannon was being truthful with her about being with boys but she’d dropped hints opening the door to confession about her masturbation and the girl had basically denied it. There was a credibility gap. It disappointed her because she really thought they had pretty open lines of communication most of the time. There really seemed to be only one thing to do. Amanda looked up the doctor’s number in her personal directory.

At her appointment with Doctor Fergusson last spring he’d told her that he was retiring at the end of the year. He also confided that he had been searching for someone to take over his practice and his patients without success to that point. The kindly sixty year old, who’d brought Shannon into the world, apologized telling her teary eyed that his wife of thirty years was not well and that he really wanted to spend more time with her. He assured her that he would find a suitable replacement before he hung up his stethoscope. Now as she dialed the number she really didn’t know what to expect.

The faintly accented voice told her it she’d reached the office of Doctor Panjami. The very pleasant voice assured her that Doctor Panjami had taken over doctor Fergusson’s practice and that they certainly had all her records. Amanda explained that she needed an appointment for her daughter. “That would be Shannon?” the accent made her daughter’s name sound somewhat exotic but confirmed that the receptionist indeed had access to their file. The apprehensive mother was informed that Shannon could be seen next Thursday morning, more than a week away. When Amanda pleaded that she really was uncomfortable waiting that long the pleasant voice said she would call her back after conferring with the doctor.

It was less than an hour later that the Indian accented woman called her back. The doctor can see you tomorrow at five-thirty she was informed. It seemed rather late in the day to Amanda and she asked if the doctor normally saw patients that late. “Actually no,” the receptionist explained but “Doctor Panjami understands your concern and is willing to extend her schedule to address your concerns”. Missus Cain was impressed with the service and said so. “We are here to please” the receptionist replied and Amanda immediately thought it was a poor translation of what she was trying to say.

She informed her daughter of the appointment when she arrived home from school. Shannon protested vehemently that there was nothing wrong with her and stomped off to her room. The poor girl was scared to death. She hated going to the doctor and now she feared her secrets would be revealed. ‘Could a doctor tell how much I’ve been playing with myself she wondered as she lay on her bed’ the possibility sent shivers down her spine.

The next day she arrived home from school as usual about four o’clock. “Go up and have a quick bath sweetie” her mother had suggested “ya wanna be nice and fresh for the doctor.” That only added to the pre-teen’s tension about what the doctor was going to examine. In the tub Shannon thought about the night six months ago at her friend’s house when she’d first learned the incredible pleasure that her pussy could give her. It was the first time she’d ever slept over at Jamie’s house and it was really exciting ‘cause Jamie was a grade ahead of her and she really looked up to the pretty fourteen year old.

They were in Jamie’s bed that Saturday night talking nonstop as usual when she noticed that her friend was doing something under the covers. It was pretty dark but Jamie’s voice was getting kinda shaky so she finally asked her what she was doing. Her older friend asked her if she had ever touched herself. Shannon was surprised but not shocked because she had rubbed herself sometimes and said so. “Did you ever make yourself cum?” her companion asked still agitating the covers. The poor twelve year old had no idea what the older girl meant.

“Uh... I don’t know” had been her answer.

”Then I guess you haven’t ‘cause you’d know” Jamie said with a giggle and turned on the bedside lamp. That night she’d learned how to touch herself in ways she wouldn’t have thought of. They had even touched each other a little and Shannon experienced her very first orgasm. A couple of months later her friend moved away but left a legacy behind.

Three weeks after Jamie moved she met up with one of Jamie’s friends, Britney in the school cafeteria. Shannon never like the older girl very much, and was disappointed in Jamie when Britney told her that their departed friend had told her all about the events that occurred during the sleepover. During that lunch period the older girl had produced a flexible rubber cylinder from her back pack under the table. “Try this” she’d said “you’re gonna love it... but ya have to promise to give it back on Monday”. The sight of the purple toy that Shannon later found out was called a dildo shocked her but she took it never the less when Britney practically thrust it into her hand under the table. She could have refused but it felt so good in her hand that she had stuffed the toy in her own bag to get it out of sight.

Once she had it home, in her room, curiously got the better of her. She had to try it. The first time hurt quite a lot and she wondered why anyone would want to do that; but it did feel fascinating, in a way. She tried it again on Sunday night and... Wow! she had one of the most powerful climaxes of her short masturbation career. She was so enthused by the feelings the fake penis provided that she was sad to return it. She almost asked Britney if she could borrow it again but she was too shy.

In the months that followed the young miz Cain enjoyed her new found pleasure almost nightly. Now in the tub the youngster washed herself thoroughly but was careful not to dwell too long on certain parts. She donned her usual blue jeans and T shirt attire and went downstairs where her mother was already preparing to go out the door.

The ride to the doctor’s was pretty much silent. Amanda was worried about what might be discovered and so was Shannon. The medical suite was on the second floor. When the mother and daughter entered the waiting area they found themselves alone; not a soul to be seen. Amanda checked her watch, it was five-twenty. They stood there wondering what they should do when the white coated figure appeared in the doorway at the far side of the room. “Missus Cain, and Shannon?” the slightly built woman inquired.

“Yes” Amanda replied realizing that she shouldn’t be surprised by the café au lait colored skin given the doctor’s name but she found herself more taken a back by the fact that it was a woman.

“I’m Doctor Panjami, Marta Panjami” Amanda’s head was suddenly spinning. She had prepared herself for a very awkward meeting with a new male doctor, one she had never met, to discuss a rather delicate matter. The turn of events made her dizzy. ‘This is going to be so much easier with a woman’ the mother concluded. The dark skinned woman had extended her hand and Amanda stepped forward to shake it. “Won’t you come with me?” the doctor said with just a hint of an Indian accent as she turned back toward the rear of the medical suite. Mother and daughter followed the woman down the hall Amanda had walked many times before. She noticed the doctor’s shapely legs and high heels below what appeared to be a charcoal grey skirt which was mostly covered by the medical coat. When the physician pirouetted beside the open door indicating the examination room Shannon’s mother noticed how pretty she was. Her delicate features, long wavy black hair and large dark eyes, set in the cocoa and cream skin contrasted so beautifully with her white coat. They sat on the vinyl office chairs and the doctor opened her daughter’s chart on the small desk.

“You’re going to be thirteen pretty soon” Doctor Panjami said enthusiastically to Shannon as soon as she’d glanced at the chart. The girl nodded nervously and scrunched herself up tightly in the chair as if trying to disappear. “It’s a very challenging age” the doctor observed addressing herself to Amanda. “What seems to be the problem?” the lovely Asian woman asked picking up her pen. Amanda explained her concern leaving out the part about masturbation.

“I see” the doctor acknowledged jotting a line in the chart. “And how have you been feeling?” she asked directing her question to the nervous looking girl.

“Uh... OK” the youngster replied twisting in her seat.

“No pains or cramps in your tummy?” the doctor prompted. Shannon shook her head in the negative looking at the physician for the first time since they’d entered the sterile little room. She too was taken by her doctor’s exotic beauty. “I’m going to need to examine you to make sure everything is working properly; OK?” she asked waiting for the youngster’s response. Again a silent nod of the head was as much response as the girl could manage. “Has she had a pelvic examination before?” the doctor inquired looking at her mother.

“N-no... no she hasn’t” Amanda replied feeling her stomach do a flip.

“Well I’ll need to take a look, and palpitate her pelvic organs. If the hymen is intact I won’t go any further.” The doctor explained to Amanda. Amanda glanced at her daughter who still looked scared out of her wits. The anxious mother dismissed the twelve year old’s apparent flinch at the mention of her hymen as coincidence.

The doctor stood up, opened a drawer and produced a blue cotton examination gown. “I’ll just step out for a moment while you help Shannon into this” she said as she handed the thin, over laundered drape to the girl’s mother. Doctor Panjami gave the girl a reassuring smile and pat on the head as she exited the antiseptic smelling room.

The mother and daughter sat in silence for a moment. Missus Cain was second guessing herself ‘What if I’m over reacting... what if I’m putting through this for nothing? Well it’s tooo late now.’ Amanda stood up “Come on sweetie ya need to get ready for the doctor.” When the girl didn’t move her mother gently tugged her to her feet. She was expecting her daughter to start undressing but again she was motionless. “Doctor Panjami is staying late for us honey let’s not keep her waiting” she said and began to tug upward on her daughter’s T shirt. As her loose fitting top rose Shannon lifted her arms above her head to enable its removal. When it came up over her head causing her sandy blonde ponytail to bounce, Amanda was suddenly flooded with thoughts and emotions.

The first one was awe. Her daughter’s breasts were much larger than she thought they were. Not mere pubescent bumps but readily identifiable cones standing out from the narrow chest. The mother was ashamed of herself ‘she should be wearing a bra and I never even noticed... I think she’s already passed ‘A’ cup. She always wears these loose tops; I never...when was the last time you really looked at her?’ Well she was looking now and felt queasy in her stomach ‘that is my stomach’ she told herself but it felt lower down. She felt like she’d been staring at Shannon’s breasts for minutes and it was of course a couple of seconds. The girl seemed to have gotten the message finally and was kicking off her sneakers. Her mother stood holding the T shirt marveling now at the size of her little girl’s nipples. The puffy cap covering the top of each breast was just a slightly darker shade of pink than the rest of her boob. They looked crinkly and the center stood out nearly as big as a pea. The girl had progressed to pushing her jeans down over her hips and Amanda had to stifle a gasp when she noticed how much they jiggled in the process. Some kind of surge hit the transfixed mother and this time she couldn’t say it was in her stomach.

Shannon sat back on the chair to pull her pants completely off and then sat there holding them unable to figure out where to put them. “Here sweetie” her mother prompted taking them from her and sort of folding them together with the top. The timid girl handed them over and looked up at her mother with those ‘deer in the headlights’ eyes. Amanda waited for the twelve year old to adjust to her state of undress in these threatening surroundings, but after several seconds passed felt a need to encourage her. She put the jeans and T shirt on the back of her office chair and picked up the examination gown. “You could put this on first honey but you’ll still have to take your panties off”. The statement drove home again what was about to happen and the little girl whimpered.

‘The doctor’s gonna know I’ve been playing with myself’ Shannon concluded and the thought scared and thrilled her at the same time. When she stood up to push her underpants down Amanda had another attack of conscience when she looked at the little girl briefs with tiny ducks on them. ‘I must get her some more appropriate underwear tomorrow’ she resolved but before the thought had even solidified her daughter was handing her the little piece of duckling imprinted cotton and an even bigger surge occurred in the older woman’s pelvis. She almost missed receiving the underwear from the girl’s out stretched hand because her eyes were focused on the newly revealed pubescent mons. The covering of hair was so sparse and light colored that it only seemed to highlight the juncture of the twelve year old’s thighs. The cleft between her daughter’s outer lips was clearly visible. When the older woman relieved her of her panties the girl’s hands automatically raced to cover her crotch. “It’s OK honey I have one too remember?” her mother said as she placed the childish underpants on top of her other clothes. Amanda was acutely conscious of her womanhood because right now it felt like it was humming. She held the gown up and the trembling little girl inserted her arms. Stepping around her daughter she determined that there were only two strings, one at the neck and one approximately where the girl’s waist would be if she had one. Amanda tied a neat little bow in each in spite of her shaky hands.

She guided her daughter toward the examination table. Even from the step up provided beside it, Shannon had to get on her tip toes and almost jump to get her butt up on the high platform. The stiff crinkly paper was uncomfortable under her tender cheeks and it made the most dreadful sound. The butterflies were swarming in her tummy and she tried with very limited success to push what was coming out of her mind.

Amanda stood beside her daughter stroking the girl’s golden hair and stressing over her apparent state of arousal. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ she lamented. A soft tapping on the door preceded Doctor Panjami’s voice “Are you ready?”