She sat down at the breakfast table and I saw that she had one hand in her lap, apparently strumming herself to satisfy that sweet pubescent itch. She gasped when we finally came up for air, and Judy said, “Wow, Mom! Xxnx “Well, did it feel good when you played with yourself down there?”
“Yes,” she said, “But what is an orgasm?”
I told her about the wonderful feeling you could have when you stroked your vagina just right and found the clitoris, a little nub at the top of your vaginal slit. When I started stroking her slit with my finger, she opened up like a little flower in the sun, and then I could see the little developing labia that enclosed the sweet honey pot that awaited within. By the time we finished eating breakfast and put the dishes away, I was feeling hot and squirmy,
