My mom taught me about the birds and the bees. We were alone in kitchen while my dad and sister were out. Darling, she said, it's time we had a little talk, you know, about sex. I thought, shit, please no. She didn't ask what I knew already. She must have known I knew everything. I was wearing sweat pants. She told me to stand in front of her chair and without warning pulled them down and out popped my cock. Mom, I protested. She ignored me. Kick them off, she said. I obeyed, reluctantly. She took my cock in her hand and I felt it stiffen in its soft, warm grasp. It was embarrassing but she was so matter of fact about it I let her. She asked me if I masturbated. She knew I did because of my bedsheets so I couldn't lie. Sometimes, I muttered. As you can imagine, I was burning with shame but she ignored that too. Still holding my cock which was now hard, she explained that to make babies, the man put his penis in a hole between a woman's legs called a vagina. Your penis must be hard like this for you to do it. Still talking, she began to masturbate me. She said, I'm doing it with my hand but during sexual intercourse the man moves his penis up and down in the women's vagina like this until he ejaculates - which is what I did right then because there was nothing I could do to stop it. The front of her blouse was covered in my cum and there was some on her hand. She laughed and said, you bad boy, I didn't expect that to happen quite so quickly, but now you know. She told me I could get dressed again. That was only the first time. Afterwards, I would say, mom, remember what you told me about how to make babies? I've forgotten. She'd smile and show me again. I've been married now for five years and have a kid but mom still repeats the best lesson I ever had when I ask her. I've never met anyone so good.