Motherfucker: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Motherfucker: Part 3

... Sara innocently asked.

And Sam started laughing his ass off, as he was telling his sister, "It's that weird-looking, mini-butt 'thing' down between your legs, with that long slit running right down the middle of it that you pee out of."

"No, it's not!" Sara insisted loudly.

"Oh yes, it is!" Sam countered right back, even louder.

"You're wrong about that!" Sara screamed back into her brother's face. "Mom told me herself that that's my 'vulva.'"

"Way to go, Einstein!" I quickly and sarcastically remarked to Jenny upon hearing all the commotion that she had just inadvertently caused in the back seat of the car.

Jenny spoke up louder than the kids, using her stern "mother-means-business" tone-of-voice, as she told them, "You're both right!"

And the twins suddenly quit arguing with each other, and they both looked at their mother as if she were crazy.

Jenny took a deep breath and then drastically lowered the volume of her voice, as she calmly told the kids, "I'll explain it to you guys separately, later on tonight, okay? I promise. It's just that now is not the right time, or place."

After we arrived home and the kids hopped out of the car to run to the front porch, I leaned over to my wife and quickly complimented her, "Way to go! You just now handled that perfectly! I love you so much!"

"Love you more!" Jenny responded, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "It's just that I never thought I'd be having to teach our kids about 'the birds and the ...

... bees' so long before they ever reached puberty."

And I told Jenny, "It's just the crazy world we live in now. That's all. Everything's so sexually-oriented nowadays, compared to the way that things used to be, back when we were kids.

"And as if that weren't bad enough, I saw an article online the other day that claimed that some kids in America are actually reaching puberty as young as eight or nine years old now. That's a scary thought, isn't it?"

"You've got that right!" Jenny agreed with me wholeheartedly, as we both stepped out of the car to go meet our kids on the front porch, and let them into the house.

Jenny and I went into the house right behind the kids, who both made beelines to their respective upstairs bedrooms, leaving us alone, standing in the foyer area, just inside the front door of the house.

"Babe?" I asked Jenny very quietly. "I'm just curious about something. Why did you tell Sara that her pussy is called a vulva?"

"Because it is."

"Yes. Technically, you're right. But only when you're at the doctor's office. In all other situations, I have never heard a woman--or a girl, for that matter--in this country refer to her own pussy as being her vulva. Have you?"

"Well, no. But I was trying to not to teach Sara that slang, vulgar term."

"Why not? If Sara doesn't learn it from you, then she's going to learn it from the other kids at school anyway. And they'll just make fun of her, until she finally does. I mean, let's face it. In this ...