Chapter 3: Mom Gives Me “The Talk” - the Full Version

“Well my little Kelly, I think you and I need to have a little talk,” my mom started out as soon as she finally returned to my room. Uh-oh! Whenever she started out with that nothing good ever resulted. So much for any hopes she wasn’t going to kill me for spying on my daddy! I wanted nothing more than to run to his room and jump on my daddy’s lap and beg him for forgiveness. It was a tactic which almost always worked - I’d learned long before he could never resist me when I sat bare-bottom on his lap and wiggled. Then I remembered the stream of gooey stuff that now covered his check and stomach. Was there something I hadn’t known about before?

Before I could think any more about it my escape plans were thwarted when I saw my mom had something in her hand but was hidden from view as she sat down beside me on the bed. Although I knew she always slept nude with my dad, my mom almost never was naked outside her bedroom although at times her nightshirts were pretty short. This one in particular was short enough that it lifted up enough to where I could see her sheer panties. Unlike me, my mom ALWAYS wore something on her bottom around the house, usually standard “mom” panties but occasionally when she and my dad were in a good mood she might wear a bikini cut or even a thong. Frankly, to me the thongs looked totally uncomfortable!

What followed next was an update to my previous lesson in sex education ... yes, the dreaded “birds and bees” talk. It wasn’t until many years later when I was in college that my mom confessed to me she hadn’t been ready for a sequel, only this time it would include a much higher level of detail. She had assuming even if it proved necessary she still had at least another year or two before this level of subject matter needed to be discussed. Obviously she never took unto account my dad might “spill the beans” - or should I say, “spill the sperm”.

As a mom myself now of two adorable tween girls, I know there’s a fine line when it comes to dealing with sex and your child. My mother, being the incredible person she is, somehow managed to handle the subject of sex in much the same way she’d handled the issue of nudity to date. What I’m trying to say is she explained it as being something perfectly natural, something that everyone did, but for which there were still rules and manners. Just as she had always emphasized that we didn’t run around the house naked for no reason, so to it was with sex and masturbation. There was a time and place for everything and part of growing up was learning when and where.

While I may have nodded back when she first gave me the basics of sex, actually I didn’t totally understand everything she was saying - all that stuff about the male penis growing and penetrating a female vagina seemed sort of crazy to me and it wasn’t like my mom and dad provided a live demonstration. Still, at least I finally knew more why my parents closed their bedroom door for sex, even if I wasn’t 100% sure what “sex” really was. If there was one thing my mom emphasized though, it was how important it was such that even though I now supposedly KNEW what was going on, their door would remained closed as there was no need for me to actually SEE what was going on. My mother went on to tell me that sex was a special way for parents to show their love for one another and it was something for THEM to share between themselves, not with their children. I asked her if someday I would have my own husband and she just smiled and nodded. It was like she was going to cry but for the life of me I didn’t know why!

Like I said, as much as my mom tried back then I can’t say it all went over 100% smoothly. After all it’s quite a shock for a girl to learn that someday something as large as her father’s “thing” was supposed to somehow fit inside her private place when at the moment even the tip of her own finger could barely penetrate. Indeed, if there’s anything I DO remember about our first talk it was wondering how in the world such a big thing could fit into something so small as my mom’s pussy. The thought if it being in mine didn’t even cross my mind. That’s when my mom threw me a curveball and told me where baby’s actually came from. Suddenly my dad’s dick didn’t worry me near as much anymore - I now had more daunting images to inspire my nightmares.

As my mom told me about intercourse and babies I recalled reaching down and pressing my index finger to my little pussy, feeling the tip just barely able to push in a fraction. I looked at my mom and shook my head - if my finger wasn’t going in then no way anything as big as my dad’s penis was going to fit and as for a baby popping out, yeah right!! Seeing my disbelief, my mom told me to hold that thought and then brought out what she’d evidently gone to her bedroom to retrieve. This was yet another one of those sights that will never be forgotten - my first look at a dildo. In this case it was one of those designed to look like the real thing except it was even bigger than my dad’s penis - even when his was fully erect (erection was a brand new entry for my vocabulary, one I was quite proud of myself now for knowing). My first thought was why in the world would anyone even make such a thing?

A sort of funny smile came over my mom after which she stood up and quickly slipped off her white nylon panties, dropping them to her feet. She stepped out of them and left them on the throw rug next to my bed. Now bottomless like me with just her bra on, she sat back down next to me but motioned for me to scoot out of her way up towards my pillow while she leaned back on my bed into her elbow. Wetting the dildo in her mouth, she rubbed herself with it a little, not saying a word but watching me intently as if to gauge my reactions. Seeing my eyes widening, to my amazement she slowly pushed it deep inside of her pussy, gasping just a bit as it penetrated her until it was all the way inside of her! My eyes must’ve been like saucers as I wondered how it could possibly go that far in! I thought it must have to hurt but whatever expression she had on her face ... it wasn’t pain.

I mean like WOW! Talk about an eye-opening experience. It was one thing to talk about something going inside me down there - and that was startling enough as it was. To actually SEE this monster go inside my mom ... now THAT was an eye-opener to say the least. It made what I’d seen my dad doing seem minor in comparison. He was just stroking himself and while granted he was doing it in a manner beyond anything I’d seen before it was more a question of magnitude. Until a few minutes ago I’d never even dreamed of putting anything inside of me, let alone something that huge!

“See Kelly, scoot up and look closer ... a grown woman’s pussy CAN take a man inside of her,” my mom explained as she slowly drew it almost all the way out as if to prove to me this wasn’t some magician’s trick. It glistened in the light as it emerged from her. “But you’re not a woman yet so you’ll have to wait until you’re a lot older before your pussy is ready.”

Mom kept her eyes on me as she slowly pushed the dildo back deep inside her pussy. This time she left the dildo buried inside of her for a few moments before pulling it mostly back out again, this time a hoarse sigh accompanied it. It wasn’t like she masturbated with it or anything, just simply demonstrating that it would fit although I DID notice that it seemed even wetter than before as I stared at it. She also had this odd expression on her face I’d never seen before. Obviously it felt good inside of her!