The first 5 days are in part 1. Probably best to start there before reading this but not mandatory. Enjoy.
Day 6 -- Tuesday - The vagina and manual sex
Dinner was unusually quiet. We ate quickly, washed and dried the dishes, then I left to finish up homework. I emerged about 90 minutes later and sat across from Mom.
She looked up, took hold of my hands, and inhaled deeply.
"Son, we need to talk."
"OK," I said cautiously.
"I am torn. I want you to be as prepared as possible for dating and sex. But with each lesson we are getting into deeper aspects of our bodies and I am beginning to question my motivation. I thought I was staying clinical and detached......"
"But?" I asked after a long hesitation.
"But, I am rediscovering my sex drive. The vibrators have helped over the years but there is no vibrator which can take the place of holding or being held by a man. And you are DEFINITELY a man. I am afraid I may be using you for my own selfish desires."
Once again my legs moved to accommodate a growing erection.
"Mom, I never thought you were trying to seduce me. I was afraid of seducing you."
We smiled at this revelation. Then I continued.
"I trust you completely, Mom. Since we are confessing, I love what we've done so far. And, yes, even after the sessions are over, I wait a bit and masturbate thinking of what we did. So I may be using you, also. But, I don't think so. And the reason for that is because we have never gone any further than the lesson. You have been a rock and I respect that. But, if you think this has gone far enough, then we will stop. I don't want either of us feeling guilty or uncomfortable."
After a brief silence, her eyes filled with tears.
"DAMMIT! Why do you have to be so mature and understanding? If you had been whiny and demanding, I think I would have no problem in shutting this down!"
Tension disappeared while we laughed for a few moments.
"Well, Richard, I trust you also. I think we are willing and able to abide by the rules. Should either of us start to get out of hand, the other should be strong enough to stop it. This talk has been most helpful. I am convinced my primary motivation is to help you. So, if you like, shall we continue?".
"Yes," I said in a quiet confident voice which surprised me.
After our hands unlocked, a few minutes was spent flexing them after the tight gripping. Then she propped up a photo of the female vagina.
"This is the most intimate part of a woman. It allows her to eliminate bodily waste, become pregnant, give birth, and also experience orgasms. And once a month during her fertile years, the lining of her uterus is shed and comes out through this opening. This is the greatest gift a woman can offer. When a woman presents this part of her body, it is NOT a conquest by you. It is an act of trust by her and should be treated as such. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
She pointed out and explained the labia, clitoris, urethra opening, vagina, and even the anus.
I observed, "It seems so complicated compared to a guy."
"Well, son, it is. I think the gift of allowing life to grow inside a person should be complex. Any questions?"
"What does the labia do?"
"The labia is the skin on either side of a woman's genitals which protects the clitoris and vagina by closing over them. They are sort of like a gate or like petals on a flower. If the woman is aroused and willing, your penis should be able to enter through the gate with ease."
"And that urethra hole is how you pee?"
"Yes."
"What is the clitoris for again?"
"That little item is the key to a woman's sexual happiness. It is made up of the same type of skin as the head of your penis. It is filled with thousands of nerve endings which can arouse a woman to orgasm. The only known function of the clitoris is for a woman to experience pleasure when stimulated."
"How is it stimulated?" I asked eagerly.
"It can be done with the fingers, or with the tongue, or friction by the penis and pubic hair. When the penis is in the vagina, the man's body can rub against it as he thrusts back and forth."
"What does an orgasm feel like for a woman?"
She thought for a moment.
"It is almost beyond description. You remember how you felt an enormous pressure building up in your penis before ejaculation? There is a similar build up with a woman. The orgasm is the release of that pressure and feels like waves of pleasure flowing from the genitals through the rest of her body. The vagina continues to rhythmically contract after the man has ejaculated."
"There is one other photo I want to show you," she said after a brief silence.
She produced a collection of female genitalia. The labia on some seemed thick while others were thinner. Some drooped while others were tight. The pubic hair on some was gray and on others a solid black or dark brown with a few with no hair. There were a variety of skin colors from almost alabaster to black.
"Just like breasts", she continued, "there are all types of genitalia. Just wanted you to be aware each one is unique."
"Why don't they have pubic hair?" pointing to some of the hairless ones.
"Some women enjoy having no hair because it makes it easier for swimwear or because their partner has asked them to or they feel more sanitary. Others see pubic hair as unsightly. What do you think?"
"I don't know. I guess I could go either way."
After a few moments of silence Sophia asked, "Are you OK son? You look worried."
"I just want to be certain you are OK with this, Mom."
"I think I am, son. Would you prefer to stop the lessons now?"
"Frankly, no. But I want to be sure after our earlier talk you are at ease."
She smiled broadly and thanked me adding, "I am a bit nervous, but also satisfied I am doing the right thing. Your concern for my wellbeing says much about your character and how you will treat a woman. That makes me very proud."
Mom stood up taking my hand and I followed her to my room. She stopped by the bathroom grabbing a towel.
The towel was spread then Mom remove her shoes and socks, RN slacks and panties. She propped the pillows and sat down so her back was supported. Her right foot was on the floor while she spread her left leg until there was a full view of her womanhood.
She motioned me to sit down and I mirrored her with his left leg on the floor and right leg bent at the knee just barely touching her extended leg. I stared at her genitals saying nothing.
"Is there a problem?" she asked in a worried tone.
