For those of you who are parents, especially mothers, it will be undeniable that there is no limit to the efforts you will endure to meet the needs of your children. Even if you have a prime specimen of a teenager like my son, Roger. From a mother’s point of view, he is a beautiful child that I brought into this world over nineteen years ago. He is well mannered, healthy, and an extraordinarily bright student. He’s in his second year at the local junior college, and he seems to be well liked by all of his schoolmates.
Let me qualify that last statement. There is one troubling aspect of my son’s lifestyle. I never see him paying much attention to the opposite sex. He’s never brought a girl home to meet Mom if you will, and I never hear him brag about his romantic exploits with any of his buddies. This bothers me considerably. When I was a young woman his age, I had already had my fair share of the hard dicks roaming the campus. I’m not saying sex appeal is hereditary or anything like that, but it does make a mother worry.
“Hi, Mom,” the voice yelled, “I’m home. What’s to eat?”
Speak of the devil; that is Roger home from school for the day.
“Hi, baby. I’m in the kitchen making you a sandwich. Grab a seat.”
“Man, I’m starved,” he said as he pulled up a chair and sat at the kitchen table. He reached out for the sandwich I handed to him.
“How’d your day go? Meet any good looking girls today?”
“Aw Mom,” her drawled, “I’m not too popular with the girls at school.”
“I don’t understand, Roger. You’re a good looking boy with a bright future ahead of you. The girls in your class should be falling all over you. I know I would be if I was in their shoes.”
“I should be so lucky,” he mumbled. “The situation is very embarrassing for me to talk about especially with my mother.” He seemed to be holding his head down to avoid my eyes.
“Son, I am your mother, and you should be able to talk to me about anything. We shouldn’t have secrets. Besides, how am I going to help you if I don’t know the problem?”
“You’ll probably laugh if I told you, and I don’t want that.” He was really struggling with whatever it was that was bothering him. I carefully pulled up a chair beside him, and sat at the kitchen table.
“Roger, if you have a problem, I will not think it is humorous. Your problem is my problem, and we should work together to resolve whatever it is that’s troubling you. Now, tell your old mom what’s on your mind.”
“You’re not old,” he said almost sharply. “You’re young and beautiful.”
“Why thank you for that, kind Sir. A woman can live on compliments. Now what can this beautiful young mom do for her adorable son?” I put his right hand in both of my hands and squeezed gently. “Come on. Out with it.”
“Okay. You asked for it,” he said in a mildly threatening tone. “All the girls at school have learned about my problem, and because of it they don’t want to have anything to do with me.” His voice was cracking slightly as he spoke. He was really trying hard to act like a man. I was almost afraid to ask.
“Well, Roger,” I said tenderly, “tell me about it, and we’ll see what we can do to make things better. Okay?”
“Okay, but no laughing.”
“I promise,” I said solemnly making a sign of a cross over my heart.
“I don’t have any problems getting a girl to like me at first. In fact, they like me enough that they are willing to go into the equipment room at the gym where every body makes out from time to time. Every thing goes along great until we take our clothes off.”
“Go on,” I said as calmly as I could. I was sitting on the edge of my chair.
“Well, once they see how big I am they usually scream and run away.”
“How big is that?”
“Can I show you?”
