Life can be tough if you are a single child. It's tougher with only one parent as well. Mum and dad were married young at 18 and I came along right away. Life growing up was wonderful but sadly my dad fell ill and couldn't have any more children. He passed away when I was 12.
So for six long years I didn't have my dad and sadly nor did mom. We were well provided for but mum never went off with another guy even though she was very attractive. She devoted her life to bringing me up and I appreciated that love.
As I was the only man in the house I found myself "growing up" fast. I'd do chores, help with the shopping and generally do as much as I could for my darling mum. This meant I forwent much social life and only had one or two close friends of my own age.
Adolescence arrived and I found it difficult to cope with the changes in my body. There was no sex education and I learned the little I knew from borrowing my friends porn magazines which I taught myself to masturbate over in private. Even when I'd reached 18 I didn't really understand how adults made love / had sex or where babies came from.
Living with just mum gave me exposure to the feminine things ladies have and do. I would secretly watch her dry off after showering and sneak into her bedroom and touch her underwear. One day I even found a strange oblong gadget in her bedroom cupboard and when I switched it on it started buzzing and vibrating. I quickly turned it off and put it back. I didn't know what it was.
Holidays were spent at a remote cabin up in the hills. It was beautiful and I'd go boating and fishing and mum and I would always walk together and have nice picnics.
