Mum got some coffee, orange juice and croissants and brought them back up stairs to the bedroom. There was a balcony and wicker chairs that we sat out on looking down to the lake. It was beautiful. Mum knew I was a novice and was so kind.
"Son, I know you are a virgin, which is lovely, and I know you've started masturbating – don't forget I do your washing and see the stains. Do you know how babies are made?"
This wasn't so strange a question as I only knew bits.
"When your daddy and I made love he'd slide his lovely penis inside my pussy and rub in back and forth – a bit like when you use your hand to rub yours. Well that got daddy excited enough to make the white creamy fluid called semen. When daddy shot his semen into me the little sperms swam around and found an egg in my tummy and fertilised it. That egg became you and nine months later you were born – travelling out of mummy's pussy. There!"
Now think! Some readers might feel that last paragraph childlike. But for that boy it was just what he needed. If a few parents would take time and love to explain it so nicely and easy to understand it would help youngsters so much. And that boy was grateful to his loving mum.
"I've seen a few pictures in magazines mum but it was hard to work it out. Now I understand. Thank you mummy."
As he spoke he leaned over and gently kissed his mother.
"Now while I tidy up, why don't you have a nice shower?"
He did and spent a long time soaping his young body. He wanted to be very nice for what was coming, and remember he had not cum the night before and his balls were full and his young cock already hard.
