My mom was still chuckling about me having some kind of spontaneous orgasmic explosion while handling their worn panties as she took my arm and led me over to the cabinet where she kept all of her cleaning and laundry supplies. She took out a spray bottle and said “Bobby, if you’re going to help out with the laundry, and if you’re going to wash lingerie, there’s going to be times when you’ll need this.” She led me back over to the table in the laundry room and waved her hands like a magician over the table full of panties and said “We wash all the panties and bras on the delicate cycle. Now, the delicate cycle doesn’t agitate as much as the other cycles, so in order to get stains out, you might have to pre-treat them. This spray is a cleaner that will help remove stains during the wash. Got it?”
It seemed pretty simple to me. But, before I could catch myself, I asked “What kind of stains?” After I asked it, I realized how stupid it was.
“Well,” she said, “umm, sometimes, it would be blood. You do know about menstruation don’t you?”
Jeez. How stupid did she think I was? “Yes, Mom…. ”
“Okay,” she said, “when females have their periods, sometimes they can leak on their underwear and blood stains are very hard to get out. So, before you go throwing panties in the washer, you’ll have to check them for blood stains and if you see any, you spray the inside with this. Then, you can just drop them in the washer and they will come out perfectly clean.”
She picked up a pair of Linda’s panties and opened them up to show me the cotton crotch panel. “Neither your sister or I have had our periods in the last week or so,” she said, “so none of these should have blood in them, but….. uh….”
She paused for a minute and I could see she was searching for what she was going to say next… “Um,” she continued, “Bobby, the female body…..”
She stopped again and this time I really knew she was struggling with something. She looked up at me, and then down into my sister’s panties and then back up at me. “Bobby, I’m not sure how much you know about the female body, but, I think you’re old enough to know this… and maybe you probably already do…”
I was starting to get on edge now. It was obvious to me that she was trying to tell me something. Since it had to do with female bodies, I especially wanted to hear it.
Holding my sister’s panties open and holding them out to me she said, “Bobby, I’m betting you already figured this part out, but, it’s perfectly normal to see some residue like this inside a woman’s panties.”
She must have sensed my confusion and clarified herself by saying “I mean… a female’s vagina cleans itself all the time. Some of that leaks out and gets on our underwear. It’s normal. Sometimes it’s a little and sometimes it’s a lot. On top of that, when a woman gets aroused…. you know, uh, sexually excited I mean, her vagina starts to lubricate and that lubrication can leak out, too…”
I was about to ask her something when she held up her hand and stopped me. “Let me finish.” She said.
“… and going back to what we were talking about before, I think it’s normal for a male to notice and be attracted to the female’s scent… maybe it’s part of mother nature’s plan, or something like that. Now, what were you going to say?” She asked.
“Well, Mom,” I started, “I mean….. I was just wondering…. uh, when someone says a woman was ‘wet’, is that when her….. uh….. you know….. her….. place down there is cleaning itself?”
“Bobby, it’s okay to say the word ‘vagina’. You’re not going to embarrass me.” She said. “Half the people in the world have a vagina, and the other half…..” she started to laugh…. “… is either trying to see it, feel it or do something else to it. But, my point is that it’s okay to say the word. I don’t mind if you call it a ‘pussy’ since your Dad calls it that, but I just don’t like that other word….. the ‘C’ word, and I don’t ever want to hear you say it.”
I nodded my understanding and made a mental note. Even though I didn’t make a habit of using the word ‘cunt’, I had heard my friends say it and even heard my sister say it more than once.
“So, to answer your question,” she continued, “the vagina cleans itself 24 hours a day, it’s a continual process that never stops. But, when someone refers to a woman being ‘wet’, that’s usually sexual slang to mean she’s sexually excited and her vagina is lubricating.”
This conversation certainly was intriguing and I was closely following what she was saying when she abruptly asked “Bobby, are you still a virgin? Have you gone all the way with a girl?”
I quickly looked away, not able to look her in the eye as I thought about how I could avoid answering her. Being eighteen and still a virgin wasn’t something I was especially proud of.
“Come on…. answer me,” she said, “are you a virgin?”
I nodded my head up and down, admitting to her silently that I was. “Ah,” she said, “I understand where all these questions are coming from now. So tell me this,” she asked, “have you ever touched a girl’s vagina?”
Again, I stared out into space, not wanting to answer her. “Well,” she asked, “Have you?” When I didn’t answer her again, she reached out and tugged my arm saying “Come on, we’re supposed to be having a discussion. That means each person is supposed to actually speak to the other.”
I finally looked at her and said “Technically, no, I haven’t ….. but….”
“Well, you either have or you haven’t…… and if you haven’t, then it makes sense that you might not know much about the vagina,” she said.
I was hesitant to say anything, not knowing exactly what she was asking, so I did something completely bizarre… I told the truth.
“Mom, okay… here it is…. Yes, I am a virgin. I’m probably the only one who graduated from high school this year that hasn’t done it. And, no, I haven’t touched a real live bare vagina. I did get close once, though. I felt a girl under her skirt at a party but she wouldn’t let me touch her inside her panties.”
“Bobby,” she said, “I’m not trying to embarrass you. I think it’s perfectly fine that you’re still a virgin. I’m just trying to find out how much you know and how much experience you have. The only way I can do that is to ask, right? Besides, I think it’s good that we’re having this discussion… it shows maturity on your part.”
Then she asked “But, I assume you’ve seen what a vagina looks like, right? Like in pictures?”
I nodded and then answered her question saying “Yeah, I’ve seen books and pictures and, uh….. I saw Linda’s a long time ago, and… well…. I’ve seen yours, too…..”
I looked up to see her reaction and was happy that she didn’t seem mad. I went on to tell her how I had seen her in the bathroom a few times, and also in her bedroom. She didn’t seem shocked or upset with me at all. And for that, I was relieved.
“Well, then you know what one looks like.” She paused for a minute, and then added “But you shouldn’t be hiding and peeking in at me, Bobby….. I’m not mad at you and honestly, I wouldn’t mind that you saw me, but, hiding and peeking isn’t very honest, it’s sneaky and it isn’t a very mature thing to do…”
“Mom, I promise I wasn’t trying to peek at you. Those times…. they just happened accidentally and I only looked because, uh…..”
“Well, what?” She asked.
“Because I’ve never seen a real live naked girl, Mom! I mean I’ve never seen a grown up girl someone besides my own sister.” I looked at her with pleading eyes, trying to make it as logical as I could and then finished my sentence with “Do you think the girls at school just walked around naked, or something? When would I get a chance to see a completely naked girl?”
“I see your point and believe me, I’m not upset with you, Bobby.” After a second or two, she continued with “Look, let’s be adult about this….. if you’re curious and want to look, then how about this….. why don’t you just ask me? I would much rather you ask than sneak around or feel like you have to peek. After all, we do live under the same roof and it’s bound to happen now and then.”
Holy Shit! Did I hear that right? Did my Mom just tell me that I could ask to see her naked? And, did she also say she would be okay with it?
I felt like I was going into a state of shock. Between the throbbing in my pants and my heart beating like crazy, I was totally blown away with what she said. Fuck, I wish I could have had this discussion with her about four years ago!
“So,” she continued, “back to your original question….. you know what happens when a man or a boy gets sexually aroused, right?”
I blushed when she asked. Of course I knew. I was standing there with a dick as hard as a steel pipe in my pants an aching steel pipe! I answered “Yes, Mom.”
“Bobby, here’s a little biology lesson for you,” she said, “when the male gets aroused, blood flows into the penis to make it erect so it can slide into the female’s vagina to deposit the sperm to make a baby. The female, on the other hand, needs to be lubricated, or ‘wet’ as they say, so the penis can slide in easily without hurting the female. As the penis moves in and out of the vagina, the lubrication helps reduce the friction and adds pleasure to both the male and the female. When the male ejaculates, the lubrication also make it easier for the sperm to swim to the female’s egg, then fertilization happens and nine months later, a baby is born.”
It sounded like my Mom had just quoted a biology book to describe what fucking was. Even though it was clinical, I completely understood what ‘wet’ meant now.
“Did you know that the male lubricates, too?” She asked.
I knew that was a trick question so I spoke up saying “Come on, Mom…. I know that’s not true.”
“No, Mr. Smartypants, it’s absolutely true.” She said. “There’s a special lubrication that coats the inside of the penis so the sperm flows out easily when the male ejaculates. If you think about it, or maybe look for it next time you masturbate, you’ll see it….. it’s clear and very slippery…. It’s not urine and it’s not sperm….. it’s your own form of lubrication to assist mother nature. Pretty clever, huh?”