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Teaching Mom About Orgasm, Ch 1
by ChefGiovanni
It was a warm July afternoon. Mom and I were lounging by the pool sipping unsweet tea.
She was unusually quiet. Something seemed to be weighing on her mind. I knew better than to press it.
After a while she spoke.
"Rick, are you happy?"
I thought for a moment. Even though I was 10 years divorced. My 2 girls were grown and moved away with
families of their own. I had 3 grandchildren who I adored but didn't get to see enough of. My job with
the MDA was solid and satisfying. Though I didn't have a woman in my life at the moment, I answered
her. "Yea, I'd say I was content."
I could tell she was going somewhere with this and her question was really bait. So, I asked her.
"Are you?"
I wasn't sure how she was going to answer. One would expect a widow with no other man in her life to
respond simply "No" and that would be the end of it. Dad had been gone about 5 years and she hadn't
pursued another relationship. But her answer made me almost choke on my tea.
"No. I'm 64 years old and I've never had an orgasm."
She didn't flinch, she didn't twist or turn. She just said it matter-of-factly. As though we were talking
about the price of wheat in Kansas.
"what do you mean?", I managed to stammer without sounding like I was stammering.
"Just that. I've never had an orgasm," she answered.
"Well, I've got 2 questions. How do you know and why not?"
"How I know is I've been reading a few magazines, and some things online. These women talk about the
fantastic orgasms they have. I know from their descriptions that I've never had one. And 'why not'
is a long story."
"You mean dad never ..."
"Your father was wonderful provider, honey. But he was just a fucker, not a lover. And I was just a
semen receptacle, a cum bucket."
Oh, this just kept getting better. I've never heard her use the F word. Ever. And now she's flipping it
out like it's part of her everyday vocabulary.
"He'd get hard, stick it in my pussy." (Now the P word!)
"Pump in and out 2 or 3 times, spew, pull out, then roll over and go to sleep.
Always at night, always with the lights out. I can count on both hands the number of times I saw your
father's ... you know. And on one hand the number of times I saw it hard. And the worst part is I liked looking
at it. I wanted to touch it and stroke it. But he never let me."
"Well, that answers both questions. But there's another way to have an orgasm without a partner.
What about masturbation?" I asked.
"Out of the question," she answered.
"why?"
"I was raised to think that down there was a forbidden place. The only time I was allowed to touch it was
to wash or wipe. The only other times it was acceptable to give it attention was making babies and birthing
them."
"you didn't touch yourself when you entered puberty?"
"No. The church made it patently clear. That was a sin. The only ones allowed to touch
you down there were your doctor and your husband. The doctor did, and my husband didn't. And to tell you
the truth, I liked it when the doctor did. I just couldn't tell him."
"Nobody ever mentioned that sex was a highly pleasurable thing?"
"There were a couple girls in school who talked about it. But they were considered
tramps. My mother always stressed to me the value of a good reputation."
"What did you do when you got aroused? Surely you got turned on now and then."
"Oh yes I did. I knew I couldn't talk to my mother, so I asked the school nurse
about it. She said, 'Say 5 Hail Marys and ask St Anne to help you.'"
"Did it help?"
"For a while. It gave me something else to think about. But, it felt almost perverse
though. Here I was praying while my pussy lips are getting swollen and slippery. That made me
feel worse. I started just putting those horny feelings out of my head."
"Mom, I'm sorry. It's a shame you grew up that way, especially considering the fact that
women are entitled to sexual pleasure."
Up to now, our conversation had been held straight ahead. We hadn't looked at each other. But
With my last statement, she turned to look at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I call it my Theory of Women. Women are born with 2 pleasure centers, men only have one.
A woman can achieve orgasm either through stimulation of the clitoris or the G-spot. Here's the
kicker, neither is necessary for reproduction. They are there purely for a woman's pleasure.
A man, however, can only achieve pleasure through ejaculation, that is the necessary
process of reproduction. So for a man to orgasm, whether through intercourse or masturbation,
he has to go through the action of procreation. A woman does not. Her orgasm does not contribute to
procreation at all. It is simply her pleasure. So, you see a woman is entitled to sexual
pleasure. It is her right. And she has the choice to do it herself or with a partner. Most
women masturbate, even married ones."
She continued looking at me. I could see the wheels beginning to turn.
"Let's go inside," I said. "I want to show you something."
We went inside to her computer. I sat down and launched Firefox. I googled 'men's genitals'.
Naturally I got over 500,000 hits. I picked one of the top ones. It showed a picture of a limp
penis and an erect one, plus an anatomical cutaway.
"Y'see Mom, the only way for a man to climax, experience sexual pleasure, is to ejaculate. So
he's attempting to reproduce. Even if he's only masturbating. The semen spurts out, the little
sperm are looking for an egg to fertilize."
I googled 'Women's genitals'. This was a little more embarrasing, looking at a woman's vulva with my
mother sitting next to me. I tried to keep it clinical.
"The clitoris ..." I started to explain.
"I know about the clitoris", she said. "It's where most women orgasm."
"Right. Manual stimulation of the clitoris will have most women climaxing within 5 minutes. And
it doesn't participate in reproduction at all."
"The G-spot is located on the upper wall of the vagina a few inches in." I pointed out to her.
This felt so surreal. I'm giving my mother, a great-grandmother, an anatomy lesson on her
sexual equipment.
"A G-spot orgasm is even more intense and pleasurable than a clitoral one.
It's easier to achieve, but harder to reach. A skilled lover can do it with his penis. But
most men are so ignorant of the female anatomy, they don't even know she has one. You can
also stimulate the G-spot with a dildo or vibrator. Again, a G-spot orgasm has nothing to
do with reproduction. And that's why I say, if women are so equiped with such exquisite organs
of pleasure, they must be entitled to that pleasure."
She stared at the screen and briefly looked down at herself. I know she wanted to do some
self-examination but couldn't with me there.
"Mom, I really want you to think about this. You owe it to yourself to experience the pleasures
of orgasm. I have to fly out tonite for 2 weeks in a remote location in England. I want
you to google 'Female masturbation'. Read what others have said, especially those who have
broken out of the repressive constraints of some religious orthodoxy. And by the way, the
Bible is totally silent on the subject."
She walked me to the front door. She took my hand in hers and kissed me lightly and said, "Looks
like I'll be busy for a while." She looked thoughtful again and said, "I guess most men masturbate."
"Yes", I said. "Even married ones."
"Do you?" She looked straight at me.
Here it was, the moment of truth. Considering the conversation we just had there was no point
in holding back. "Yes I do. About once a day."
"Did you today?"
"Not yet. I probably will when I get home. This conversation has gotten me a little ..."
"Turned on?" she finished my sentence. She looked down at my crotch to see if there was any
evidence. There was a little.
I saw a little grin develop. She swatted me and said, "Better not be late catching your plane."
The whole 2 weeks I was gone, I found it difficult to concentrate. I kept thinking about what
she might be doing. Here she was looking up "female masturbation" online. I didn't know what
it would lead to. And ... I was getting aroused.
I got home on a Saturday. There was a host of messages on my voice mail. I was only interested
in the last one. It was from Mom. It said, "Rick, darling, I know you're not home yet, but
call me the minute you get in. I have something wonderful to show you."
I tossed my bags on the bed and headed for the car. Before leaving I called her on my cell
and told her I was on the way. She sounded pleased, almost giddy. I guessed her research did
something for her. Little did I know.
As I pulled into her driveway, I noticed movement by the curtains. She was watching for me.
Even before I got to the door, she had opened it. She pulled me inside and gave me a big kiss
on the lips. She was wearing her bathing suit. She took my hand in hers. "I'm so glad you're
home. I have something to show you." She led me to her computer. She sat down and told me to
pull up a chair beside her. A couple clicks and she pulled up a site that featured women's
genitals. A couple more clicks and the screen filled with 2 pictures of a woman's pussy, the
first in full bush, the second shaved bare. I looked at Mom. She was smiling broadly now.
I looked at the images again. They weren't drawings or representations, these were actual
photographs. The accompanying text said:
"I am most grateful to a very special man in my life. He introduced me to the wonderful
world of masturbation and orgasm. He's never touched me. He's never even seen my pussy.
But he's opened up a whole new vista of pleasure. I never knew what sexual ecstasy
was until he pointed me in the right direction. His theory of women showed me that I
am entitled to pleasure, entitled to orgasm. And that's what I've been doing for the
past 2 weeks, masturbating and cumming. I've never been happier. I also found out that
if I shaved my kitty, the feelings were much more intense. So, that's what I have here ...
a picture of my pussy with hair and my bare cunt. I wonder what Rick will think."
I stared at mom, and she simply nodded as though saying "yes, that's what you think it is."
"Well, what are your thoughts?" she asked.
I couldn't stop staring. I was looking at my own mother's vulva.
"Mom, that's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Let me re-phrase that. You have the
most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Your lips are absolutely gorgeous, so full and plump.
And I can see just a hint of your inner lips. Good enough to ..."
"To what?"
"To lick." I couldn't believe I said that. Talking about licking my mother's pussy.
I thought I heard a low moan.
"Let me show you something else."
She brought up another picture from her computer. It was her pussy again, except the lips were
wet, swollen, and parted.
"I took this one right after I masturbated. After I shaved my hair off I was very aroused.
I couldn't help but touch myself.
"Like I said, mom, your pussy is stunning."
"You can say 'cunt'. I like the word. It's so raw and sexual."
"You have a beautiful cunt."
"Thank you. Do you think many people will be masturbating to my pictures?"
"Oh absolutely. Men and women."
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, mom, when you post a picture like that, you have to take all comers."
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by ChefGiovanni
It was a warm July afternoon. Mom and I were lounging by the pool sipping unsweet tea.
She was unusually quiet. Something seemed to be weighing on her mind. I knew better than to press it.
After a while she spoke.
"Rick, are you happy?"
I thought for a moment. Even though I was 10 years divorced. My 2 girls were grown and moved away with
families of their own. I had 3 grandchildren who I adored but didn't get to see enough of. My job with
the MDA was solid and satisfying. Though I didn't have a woman in my life at the moment, I answered
her. "Yea, I'd say I was content."
I could tell she was going somewhere with this and her question was really bait. So, I asked her.
"Are you?"
I wasn't sure how she was going to answer. One would expect a widow with no other man in her life to
respond simply "No" and that would be the end of it. Dad had been gone about 5 years and she hadn't
pursued another relationship. But her answer made me almost choke on my tea.
"No. I'm 64 years old and I've never had an orgasm."
She didn't flinch, she didn't twist or turn. She just said it matter-of-factly. As though we were talking
about the price of wheat in Kansas.
"what do you mean?", I managed to stammer without sounding like I was stammering.
"Just that. I've never had an orgasm," she answered.
"Well, I've got 2 questions. How do you know and why not?"
"How I know is I've been reading a few magazines, and some things online. These women talk about the
fantastic orgasms they have. I know from their descriptions that I've never had one. And 'why not'
is a long story."
"You mean dad never ..."
"Your father was wonderful provider, honey. But he was just a fucker, not a lover. And I was just a
semen receptacle, a cum bucket."
Oh, this just kept getting better. I've never heard her use the F word. Ever. And now she's flipping it
out like it's part of her everyday vocabulary.
"He'd get hard, stick it in my pussy." (Now the P word!)
"Pump in and out 2 or 3 times, spew, pull out, then roll over and go to sleep.
Always at night, always with the lights out. I can count on both hands the number of times I saw your
father's ... you know. And on one hand the number of times I saw it hard. And the worst part is I liked looking
at it. I wanted to touch it and stroke it. But he never let me."
"Well, that answers both questions. But there's another way to have an orgasm without a partner.
What about masturbation?" I asked.
"Out of the question," she answered.
"why?"
"I was raised to think that down there was a forbidden place. The only time I was allowed to touch it was
to wash or wipe. The only other times it was acceptable to give it attention was making babies and birthing
them."
"you didn't touch yourself when you entered puberty?"
"No. The church made it patently clear. That was a sin. The only ones allowed to touch
you down there were your doctor and your husband. The doctor did, and my husband didn't. And to tell you
the truth, I liked it when the doctor did. I just couldn't tell him."
"Nobody ever mentioned that sex was a highly pleasurable thing?"
"There were a couple girls in school who talked about it. But they were considered
tramps. My mother always stressed to me the value of a good reputation."
"What did you do when you got aroused? Surely you got turned on now and then."
"Oh yes I did. I knew I couldn't talk to my mother, so I asked the school nurse
about it. She said, 'Say 5 Hail Marys and ask St Anne to help you.'"
"Did it help?"
"For a while. It gave me something else to think about. But, it felt almost perverse
though. Here I was praying while my pussy lips are getting swollen and slippery. That made me
feel worse. I started just putting those horny feelings out of my head."
"Mom, I'm sorry. It's a shame you grew up that way, especially considering the fact that
women are entitled to sexual pleasure."
Up to now, our conversation had been held straight ahead. We hadn't looked at each other. But
With my last statement, she turned to look at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I call it my Theory of Women. Women are born with 2 pleasure centers, men only have one.
A woman can achieve orgasm either through stimulation of the clitoris or the G-spot. Here's the
kicker, neither is necessary for reproduction. They are there purely for a woman's pleasure.
A man, however, can only achieve pleasure through ejaculation, that is the necessary
process of reproduction. So for a man to orgasm, whether through intercourse or masturbation,
he has to go through the action of procreation. A woman does not. Her orgasm does not contribute to
procreation at all. It is simply her pleasure. So, you see a woman is entitled to sexual
pleasure. It is her right. And she has the choice to do it herself or with a partner. Most
women masturbate, even married ones."
She continued looking at me. I could see the wheels beginning to turn.
"Let's go inside," I said. "I want to show you something."
We went inside to her computer. I sat down and launched Firefox. I googled 'men's genitals'.
Naturally I got over 500,000 hits. I picked one of the top ones. It showed a picture of a limp
penis and an erect one, plus an anatomical cutaway.
"Y'see Mom, the only way for a man to climax, experience sexual pleasure, is to ejaculate. So
he's attempting to reproduce. Even if he's only masturbating. The semen spurts out, the little
sperm are looking for an egg to fertilize."
I googled 'Women's genitals'. This was a little more embarrasing, looking at a woman's vulva with my
mother sitting next to me. I tried to keep it clinical.
"The clitoris ..." I started to explain.
"I know about the clitoris", she said. "It's where most women orgasm."
"Right. Manual stimulation of the clitoris will have most women climaxing within 5 minutes. And
it doesn't participate in reproduction at all."
"The G-spot is located on the upper wall of the vagina a few inches in." I pointed out to her.
This felt so surreal. I'm giving my mother, a great-grandmother, an anatomy lesson on her
sexual equipment.
"A G-spot orgasm is even more intense and pleasurable than a clitoral one.
It's easier to achieve, but harder to reach. A skilled lover can do it with his penis. But
most men are so ignorant of the female anatomy, they don't even know she has one. You can
also stimulate the G-spot with a dildo or vibrator. Again, a G-spot orgasm has nothing to
do with reproduction. And that's why I say, if women are so equiped with such exquisite organs
of pleasure, they must be entitled to that pleasure."
She stared at the screen and briefly looked down at herself. I know she wanted to do some
self-examination but couldn't with me there.
"Mom, I really want you to think about this. You owe it to yourself to experience the pleasures
of orgasm. I have to fly out tonite for 2 weeks in a remote location in England. I want
you to google 'Female masturbation'. Read what others have said, especially those who have
broken out of the repressive constraints of some religious orthodoxy. And by the way, the
Bible is totally silent on the subject."
She walked me to the front door. She took my hand in hers and kissed me lightly and said, "Looks
like I'll be busy for a while." She looked thoughtful again and said, "I guess most men masturbate."
"Yes", I said. "Even married ones."
"Do you?" She looked straight at me.
Here it was, the moment of truth. Considering the conversation we just had there was no point
in holding back. "Yes I do. About once a day."
"Did you today?"
"Not yet. I probably will when I get home. This conversation has gotten me a little ..."
"Turned on?" she finished my sentence. She looked down at my crotch to see if there was any
evidence. There was a little.
I saw a little grin develop. She swatted me and said, "Better not be late catching your plane."
The whole 2 weeks I was gone, I found it difficult to concentrate. I kept thinking about what
she might be doing. Here she was looking up "female masturbation" online. I didn't know what
it would lead to. And ... I was getting aroused.
I got home on a Saturday. There was a host of messages on my voice mail. I was only interested
in the last one. It was from Mom. It said, "Rick, darling, I know you're not home yet, but
call me the minute you get in. I have something wonderful to show you."
I tossed my bags on the bed and headed for the car. Before leaving I called her on my cell
and told her I was on the way. She sounded pleased, almost giddy. I guessed her research did
something for her. Little did I know.
As I pulled into her driveway, I noticed movement by the curtains. She was watching for me.
Even before I got to the door, she had opened it. She pulled me inside and gave me a big kiss
on the lips. She was wearing her bathing suit. She took my hand in hers. "I'm so glad you're
home. I have something to show you." She led me to her computer. She sat down and told me to
pull up a chair beside her. A couple clicks and she pulled up a site that featured women's
genitals. A couple more clicks and the screen filled with 2 pictures of a woman's pussy, the
first in full bush, the second shaved bare. I looked at Mom. She was smiling broadly now.
I looked at the images again. They weren't drawings or representations, these were actual
photographs. The accompanying text said:
"I am most grateful to a very special man in my life. He introduced me to the wonderful
world of masturbation and orgasm. He's never touched me. He's never even seen my pussy.
But he's opened up a whole new vista of pleasure. I never knew what sexual ecstasy
was until he pointed me in the right direction. His theory of women showed me that I
am entitled to pleasure, entitled to orgasm. And that's what I've been doing for the
past 2 weeks, masturbating and cumming. I've never been happier. I also found out that
if I shaved my kitty, the feelings were much more intense. So, that's what I have here ...
a picture of my pussy with hair and my bare cunt. I wonder what Rick will think."
I stared at mom, and she simply nodded as though saying "yes, that's what you think it is."
"Well, what are your thoughts?" she asked.
I couldn't stop staring. I was looking at my own mother's vulva.
"Mom, that's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Let me re-phrase that. You have the
most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Your lips are absolutely gorgeous, so full and plump.
And I can see just a hint of your inner lips. Good enough to ..."
"To what?"
"To lick." I couldn't believe I said that. Talking about licking my mother's pussy.
I thought I heard a low moan.
"Let me show you something else."
She brought up another picture from her computer. It was her pussy again, except the lips were
wet, swollen, and parted.
"I took this one right after I masturbated. After I shaved my hair off I was very aroused.
I couldn't help but touch myself.
"Like I said, mom, your pussy is stunning."
"You can say 'cunt'. I like the word. It's so raw and sexual."
"You have a beautiful cunt."
"Thank you. Do you think many people will be masturbating to my pictures?"
"Oh absolutely. Men and women."
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Well, mom, when you post a picture like that, you have to take all comers."
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