By the time of my fourth year in the all boys school I attended, my experience was not great. Considering some of the lads in my year were still virgins it wasn't too bad. The presence of Zero girls of our own age didn't help. We used to see the girls from similar schools, all female, always so pretty, especially to us guys, locked up all day in a school of boys. Where we were behind in the game was simple communication, and the best way to get that started.
I'm guessing that in many houses throughout the world Parents of both genders are having discussions with their offspring about reproduction, having Sex, putting it bluntly, Fucking!
My Father dodged this issue, I learned later (He was generally quite shy about talking of women.) So it was left to my Mom. I should add at this point I was well aware about sex and reproduction, they just felt it would be a good idea for me to be told incase, on account of the all boys school.
When the time came when she decided to impart this knowledge to me she called on me to come into her bedroom, nothing odd about that, till I found out the topic. That was just circumstantial.
She sat me down and said,
"Ok, this is a simple thing, about why we're here and so on," It struck her that this was a situation that would cause even my Mom, that bright confident beautiful woman that she was, a degree of discomfort. She crossed over her legs. 'Oh that'll help a lot!' I thought. She was wearing that slightly off-black colour of tights, the crossing of her legs making her thighs look larger, and so much sexier. It was a sight I looked out for and often masturbated over.
"It's possible you already know all this stuff from school," She said. "Do you know it, they generally refer to it as the 'birds and the bees'?"
"Refer to what, Mom?" I lied. I was enjoying this, and getting a little turned on that my gorgeous Mom was going to talk to me about sex.
"The man has to make the woman pregnant, and has to go through a process, with his....penis." She managed to get it out.
"What's that?" I said.
"Oh really Ronnie, between your legs!"
"Oh yes, the cock" I replied. "We've all got one"
"Well I haven't!" She was getting a little frustrated, yet believed I was this ignorant of the subject.
"Of course you have, you go to the toilet...."
"We have different genitals! Surely you know....."
"You don't have a penis?" I said.
"No!"
"You're kidding me......" I started.
She stood up quickly and pulled her tight skirt over her gorgeous thighs, such was her frustration.
"See, nothing!"
I reached out and touched her vaginal area, my penis slowly hardening.
"Ok, take your hand away now, and let me explain."
She went through the details and I listened closely
I masturbated frequently over that event.
About two months later I suffered an injury at Football training at school. I was told to go home, it was a pulled muscle and they didn't want to take a chance.
I entered the house, walking gingerly making little noise as I came in. I thought I heard some strange sounds coming from the room at the end of the hall. I walked quietly to the door of the room from where the sounds came. I couldn't believe my eyes. My mother was sprawled out on the bed, phone in her hand, with her skirt pulled up showing her light skin coloured stockings and her panties were down around her lower legs and she was thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina, which even from my distance of about 12 ft away, I could see was moist. She was muttering something to someone called James on the phone. It looked so amazing. My hands went immediately to my cock and I started to jerk as I watched my mother frig herself.
I was taken aback when I heard her say what sounded like 'I love you, James'.
My bag fell off my shoulder and I was discovered. She made a quick effort to get her clothes back in order. She spoke in to the phone, 'must go, talk later'.
I forgot about my penis and ran towards her asking her for some answers about the guy on the phone and what she was doing to herself. Her panties were still at her knees. In an effort to deviate my concentration she took my hand and guided it towards her vagina.
"You've always wanted to do this, go ahead, make your Mom happy. I couldn't resist this was all wrong, but my sexual drive was winning this struggle. I placed three fingers inside her and she moaned.
"Why are you so moist, damp?" I said.
