"You mean anytime I feel that way, it's all right to go ahead and finger my pussy?"

"Well now, when you say anytime, I'm not sure I can go that far. If you fingered your pussy in class, it wouldn't go over too well."

"Oh, Mother!" Sharon said, and they both laughed. "I wish we'd had this talk before."

"I'm sorry, dear. The fault's mostly mine. I should have paid more attention."

"Don't blame yourself, Mother. You're wonderful. I wouldn't want any other woman in the world for a mother," Sharon said and hugged her mother tightly.

"Mmmm, this must be my week," Mary said and beamed. "First Adam told me so many wonderful things, and now you. If you keep this up, I'll start believing it all."

"You should believe it, Mother. It's true and I'll bet what he tells you is, too. Mother, now that we've gone this far, I guess it's time for me to ask you something."

Mary hugged her daughter more tightly; then she asked in a whisper, "Do you mean you want to learn more about fingering your pussy?"

"Yes," her daughter replied and blushed.

"Then let's go to the bedroom for a little lesson. You're going to like it a lot, dear," Mary told her as they left the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Sharon hugged her mother again, and Mary felt her trembling. "Nervous, darling?" she asked.

"Yes, I guess I'm plenty nervous, but I feel kind of excited, too."

"That's a good way to feel, darling. I always feel that way when I'm getting ready to finger myself. I like it best in the mornings when I'm still sleepy. Sex is always best first thing in the morning, as far as I'm concerned."