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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 embarrassing, looking at a woman's vulva with my mother. 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 with 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 equipped with such exquisite organs of pleasure, they are 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 tonight for 2 weeks in a remote location in England. I want you to look up "Female masturbation." Read what others have said, especially those who have broken out of the repressive restraints 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, "Do 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."
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.