Chapter 2

I did not sleep well Saturday night, wondering what the e.p.t. test would show. I was up with the crows Sunday morning. I peed in a cup and then set up the chem lab set that was an e.p.t. test kit. The empty test tube went in its holder. I poured the plastic bottle of solution into the test tube. I added three drops of my urine. Now I had to wait two hours, leaving the test tube completely undisturbed before I would know. This test kit was a pain in the ass, but it beat waiting a week to get a doctor’s appointment to get tested, the way Steven and I did when I found out I was pregnant with Scottie.

I made coffee and some toast while I waited. I had no appetite. I kept away from the bathroom where the test kit was doing its thing. I didn’t want to see it, even though I was dying to know the results. Finally, the clock read 8:17 AM. I took a deep breath and headed for the bathroom.

I peeked inside at the test tube. Damn! It changed color. Positive – it says I am pregnant. I stumbled back to the living room and crashed on the sofa. Shit! I was carrying a sixteen-year-old boy’s baby. What now?

Steven and I and our parents went through this ten years ago. We decided not to abort Scottie. Despite hardships, I never regretted the decision to have Scottie. I couldn’t consider getting rid of this new life in me. Come what may, I would have this child, with or without Kevin’s assistance.

Steven brought Scottie back from camp just before lunch. Scottie loved the weekend of camping. Steven, not so much. My ex despised camping but did what he had to do for his son.

I called Kevin after lunch. Kevin commented, “Hey buddy, good to hear from you,” when I identified myself. “I’m here with my parents, so the call will need to be quick. How’d things go?”

“Positive,” I said quietly, hoping his parents wouldn’t overhear me.

I heard a big sigh from the phone. “Positive ... Oh-kay...” Kevin said. “I’m kind of tied up now, can I come over later in the afternoon?”

“Scottie is home,” I whispered back.

“Oh ... kay...” Kevin said. “Maybe I could call or come over later this evening, like 9:00 or 9:30?”

“That would be fine,” I agreed. “Make it 9:30. He will be asleep by then.”

“9:30 it is,” Kevin said. “I’ll see you then.”

I couldn’t imagine what was going through Kevin’s head during the afternoon and evening. Being pregnant occupied nearly all my thoughts. Scottie went to bed after a story and a plea to stay up later since he didn’t have school. He was asleep when Kevin’s truck pulled into my driveway. I met my lover outside on the porch. It had cooled from the peak temperature of 85 down to the high seventies by 9:30 PM. There was a nice breeze blowing from the northwest. It was an excellent night to sit out on the porch and talk.

Kevin and I took seats on the chairs outside.

“So, the test was positive,” Kevin stated evenly. He was less rattled than I expected at the news. “How accurate are these tests? Could it be a mistake?”

“The directions claim that around two weeks after you miss your period, a positive result is 91% accurate,” I explained.

“So, we are screwed?” Kevin indicated.

“Most likely,” I agreed.

“Now what?” Kevin asked. “Are you going to get an abortion?”

“Definitely not,” I said. “Remember I was about your age when I got pregnant with Scottie. Abortion was discussed but we decided to keep him. I am not going to abort this baby growing in me, regardless of whatever help you can or can’t offer.”

“That’s a relief,” Kevin said, trying to smile. “I planned to be a father someday, just not eight months from now. I am glad you are keeping the baby. What are we going to tell people?”

“The what to tell is easy,” I replied. “We tell them you and I are having a baby. The key question is when do we tell them?”

“I am in no hurry to tell people about this,” Kevin said. “No hurry at all.”

“I am with you on that,” I agreed. “The next order of business is to get this pregnancy confirmed. I will go to the doctors and have him test me.”

“Will you know before I leave for my backpacking trip out west?” Kevin asked. He was departing July 11th for a two-week backpacking trip with the Scouts to the Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. Departure was twelve days away.

“I have no idea if I can get an appointment, get tested and get results before you leave.”

“I hope so,” Kevin said. “Now ... what can I do to help you? I know pregnancy can be hard.”

“I will let you know,” I said. “If you keep doing the yard and helping with the heavy work, that would be wonderful.” I laughed. “There is one more thing. I don’t know if you know this but pregnant women get really horny, what with all the hormones coursing through our bodies.”

“Hormones?” Kevin laughed. “I understand hormones. All teens do. I guess, if you really insist, I can help with your horniness.”

We talked a few minutes more before Kevin headed for home. He had to start work at 7:00 AM over at the lumber yard. All in all, informing Kevin of his impending fatherhood went better than I expected. No denials of responsibilities. No emotional outbursts. He asked, ‘What can I do to help?’ In many ways, Kevin handled the news of the pregnancy better than Steven had when we were teens.

The earliest time I could get a doctor’s appointment was July 7th. Kevin called a couple evenings to talk. He confirmed that Scottie was going to spend the weekend with his Smith grandparents. Kevin would come over and mow the yard and help out around the house. Oh yeah, and in the bedroom too.

Kevin showed up Saturday morning a little after nine o’clock. He knocked out the yard mowing. I joined him in the shower afterward when he cleaned up. My hands were all over the soapy, sculpted boy. He was hard. Next thing you know, Kevin is asking, “Do I need a rubber?” as he pinned me to the wall and prepared to spear his long, thick dick into me.

“No point,” I gasped as he nuzzled my neck, kissed it and fondled my boob. “oooOOOHhhhh...” I groaned as he thrust his dick into me and bottomed out. We mated frenziedly. Each of us was desperate to get off and quench our desperate need for sex. We went at it for a couple minutes before Kevin thrust hard upward and lifted me off my feet. I felt his dick throb and flood my already fertilized belly with more sperm.

“God, the things you do to me,” I groaned.

“I aim to please,” Kevin smirked. He lowered me down until my feet touched the shower floor again. He dipped lower and pulled his enormous tool out of me. I felt the sperm ooze from my hole. I washed it away.

Kevin and I climbed out of the shower and dried off. An intense make out session in my bed followed. Half an hour later, I was desperate for him to take me again. He did my doggie style, my head buried in my pillow as Kevin drilled me. I felt so shameless, a grown woman getting fucked by a sixteen-year-old boy.

I rolled onto my back as Kevin pulled his slimy, flaccid dick from me. Kevin lay down beside me, draped a hand across my belly and stared into my eyes.

“I think I am falling in love with you, Julie,” Kevin sighed.

“You’re too young,” I protested.

“They say if you have to ask, it isn’t love,” Kevin replied. “I don’t have to ask how I feel about you. I know it. I love you.”

“I am almost twenty-eight,” I answered. “You’re barely sixteen. How could it work between us?”

“We make it work,” Kevin said. “We are going to have a baby together.”

What did I feel for this boy – this sixteen-year-old boy? We had an incredible sexual attraction. That was clear. That is also what got us into the jam we found ourselves in, a baby on the way in eight months. Aside from Kevin’s tender age, he was a sweet considerate guy. He was hard working. Did I love him? If he had been within half a dozen years of my age, the answer would probably be yes, I did love him. But a sixteen-year-old?

We wiped up the various fluids we’d spilled in our coupling and got dressed. I made lunch for my lover before he did some yard work and weeding for me. Kevin and I ended up in bed another time that afternoon. This time we were in the conventional, missionary position.

While Kevin was banging me, I realized something. He was on top of me, his weight on his elbows. Kevin had snaked his arms under my shoulders and his hands holding my shoulders, pinning me in place. I felt his dick spearing me as we screwed. Our society said he was a boy, but right this instant, nature said he was all man. He was intended to take his woman and breed her. That was what we were doing. Sixteen? Doesn’t matter. Twenty-seven? Just a number. I had a handsome stud giving me what I needed. Why should anything else matter?

Kevin lasted a good five minutes before he came. I felt his dick swell and throb as he planted his seed in my belly. The sperm was unnecessary. He had already done the job nature planned out. I was carrying his baby.

We cuddled when we were done. “Damn! Two weeks,” Kevin remarked after a kiss. “I am going to miss this when I am in Philmont.” Kevin’s Scout group was flying out to New Mexico to spend two weeks backpacking in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in New Mexico. They would leave on Saturday morning.

“You’ll have plenty to keep you mind occupied while you backpack,” I replied.

“I am going miss you ... and this,” Kevin said. “I won’t be getting laid while I am gone.”

“I would hope you miss sex while you are in the wilderness with all guys,” I teased.

“I am not queer,” Kevin said. “I am certain I am into girls, not guys.”

“I think your interest in girls is well established by now,” I laughed.

“Yeah, I guess,” Kevin agreed.

Tuesday morning as I was making breakfast for Scottie and myself, I felt this rumble in my stomach. I dashed to the downstairs bathroom, just in time to hurl the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

“You OK, Mom?” Scottie asked when I returned to the kitchen.

“Just a little nausea,” I answered. One more confirmation of what I knew the doctor was going to tell me when I went to my appointment this afternoon. I was pregnant. I had tender breasts. I had to warn Kevin twice on Saturday to be gentle with them. No, this was morning sickness. I had been pregnant before. This was what was happening. I packed two baggies, one with crackers and one with pretzels, to snack on during the day. I found when I was pregnant with Scottie, nibbling all day helped with the nausea.

I received no surprise reprieve from the doctor when I saw him that afternoon. He confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant. We worked through the dates. I was due February 23rd. The doctor didn’t mention it but I could do the math. Kevin knocked me up our first time together, May 29th. I most likely ovulated on June 1st or 2nd. The doctor arranged an appointment the following week with an OB/GYN, Dr. Jamie Newswanger, in Lancaster.

Wednesday morning, I gave Scottie cereal and orange juice for breakfast. None of that greasy bacon that set me off yesterday. I poured the OJ for my son and it hit me. I didn’t even have time to put the glass on the table before I had to dash to the bathroom. I heaved up what little I had in my stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Scottie asked when I returned to the kitchen.

“Just a little nausea,” I said. “Maybe I caught the flu.” Scottie seemed concerned about me. I had a sweet son.

Thursday morning, I gave Scottie cereal, milk and apple juice. I am not sure which set me off but I had to make a mad dash to the bathroom again. I stared at myself in the mirror after I cleaned up. God, I looked haggard. I went back to the kitchen.

“Mom, you have morning sickness,” Scottie stated simply as I popped bread into the toaster.

“You mean to say, I am sick in the mornings,” I replied, trying to hide my surprise at this comment. “It’s the flu.”

“I mean morning sickness,” Scottie insisted. “You’ve barfed the last three mornings and then you are fine the rest of the day. Are you pregnant?”

“How do you know what morning sickness is?” I asked. I wasn’t about to acknowledge the second question ... not yet.

“You remember my friend Phillip back in Honey Brook?” Scotti asked. “Last year when I did the weekend sleepover at his house, his mom was pregnant and had morning sickness. You are acting exactly the same as she did. Are you pregnant?”

I am certain my face was white as a sheet. I hadn’t known how I would break the news to Scottie. My far-too-perceptive son figured it out on his own.

“Yes,” was all I could say.

“Kevin is the dad?” Scottie asked. Oh shit! My son knew I was sleeping with a sixteen-year-old boy.

“Why would you think that?” I gasped.

“What other man has been around in the last couple months?” Scottie answered. “I think it is cool if it’s Kevin’s. I like him. He is a good guy.” My son was way too smart. I hesitated for a few moments before acknowledging the truth.

“The baby is Kevin’s,” I sighed.

“Cool!” Scottie said enthusiastically. “I always wanted a little brother.”

“I can’t make any promises whether this is a girl or a boy,” I said. “We take what we get.”

“A little sister will be OK too,” Scottie said. “I can’t wait to tell all my friends.”

“No, you can’t tell your friends,” I said. “People like to keep pregnancies a secret for a while. It is too soon to tell anyone. Promise me you will keep this a secret.”

Scottie held up his right hand in the two-fingered Cub Scout sign. “I promise on my honor as a Cub Scout not to tell anyone.” That was going to have to do, for now.

“Kevin knows, right?” Scottie asked. “I can talk about this with him.”

“Kevin knows,” I answered. “We won’t be seeing him for a few weeks. He is going on vacation.”

That Friday evening, Kevin showed up at my door around 9:30. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your trip?” I asked in surprise when I answered the door, wearing only a nightie.

“I had to see you before I left,” Kevin replied as I let him inside. We hugged and kissed.

“I love you so much, Julie,” Kevin said. “Do we have time for a quickie? I realized it will be August before we can have a weekend when Scottie isn’t home. I need you sooner than that.”

“Scottie is upstairs,” I replied. “He is barely asleep. Would you like some iced tea? We need to talk.” I took Kevin out to the kitchen.

“What would happen if Scottie woke up and found us?” I asked as I was at the counter pouring two glasses of iced tea and he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

Kevin nuzzled my neck and inhaled. “You smell sweet,” he gushed as he kissed my neck.

“Scottie?” I managed to ask before he nibbled on my ear.

“He gets an early education,” Kevin murmured before kissing my neck and then down to my shoulder.

“It... [shudder] wouldn’t ... be ... uh...” I stammered as Kevin continued kissing me in one of my major erogenous zones. One hand went up and fondled my boob, covered by the flimsiest cloth imaginable. I shuddered again.

“It will be fine,” Kevin whispered before nibbling an ear lobe again. The hand around my waist slipped down under the hem of my nightie.

“oooOOHHhhhh...” I gasped as his fingers teased my slot and his thumb diddled my clitoris.

“You want this too, Julie,” Kevin whispered. I was trapped against the counter, this strong man pinning me to the spot. I felt his thick dick pressing against my backside. “Tell me you want this.”

“Ooohhh ... sssshit,” I gasped. Jolts of electricity ran up my spine as his thumb teased my clit exactly the right way.

“Say yes,” Kevin breathed into my ear. “Say yes.”

“Scot ... ooOOOhhhHHhh ... tie?” I gasped.

“Say yes,” Kevin repeated.

‘If my nine-year-old catches me getting screwed in the kitchen ... Oh, God!’ I thought. Kevin inserted two fingers into my now juicy hole. His thumb rubbed my clitoris again. “YES,” I groaned.

Kevin wasted no time. He pulled his shorts down below his waist and hoisted my nightie onto my back. In seconds his fingers were replaced with the blunt end of his raging hard-on. Kevin bent my upper body down to the counter and impaled me on his seven-incher.

“OOOOoohhhh...” I moaned. I tried to stifle the moan. What if we woke Scottie? Kevin started pumping in and out. Scottie, our age difference, the risk of getting caught, the fact that I was pregnant, everything disappeared from my mind as my lover reamed me with his sword. Nothing existed except his thick tool, stretching and plunging into me. We mostly managed to control our moans and groans but Kevin’s groin slammed against my backside with each stroke. If Scottie wasn’t asleep by now, he certainly could hear the rhythmic slaps of our coupling. This was so naughty, so wicked ... and so good.

This wasn’t one of our marathon sessions. Kevin kept a rapid pace. About two minutes later I felt his dick swell. Wetness flooded me as he shot his sperm and semen into my womb. I slumped to the counter while Kevin pulled out. The slurp was quite loud. My hole drooled semen down my leg.

“Sorry I was so desperate,” Kevin said as I stood and turned to face you. “I love you and need you.”

“It was nice,” I allowed. “We can’t make a habit of this. Scottie is smart and will realize what’s going on.” I completely blanked on the fact that Scottie had already figured out that Kevin and I were lovers and that I was carrying his child.

“Thank you for tonight,” Kevin said as he pulled his pants up. “I told my mom I was going to stop by a friend for something I needed before the trip. She doesn’t expect me to be long.”

“You got what you needed?” I asked, giving him a grin.

“Mission accomplished,” Kevin said. “I am going to miss you while I am at Philmont.”

“I will miss you too,” I agreed. “When you get home, we are going to have to figure out how to tell our parents about our, uh ... situation.”

“Yeah, I know,” Kevin agreed. “That is a talk I am not looking forward to.”

“Good luck in New Mexico,” I said. “Now shoo. Have fun.”

“See you at the end of the month,” Kevin replied as he headed for the door.

I got a surprise the following Wednesday when I went for my OB/GYN appointment. I was seeing Dr. Jamie Newswanger. I expected a man named James who liked his nickname. No, my doctor was a woman. That suited me just fine.

Dr. Newswanger checked me over and did a sonogram. Everything looked proper. She gave me information on diet, nutrition, exercise and sexual activities. I found it interesting to compare what I did when I had Scottie to what they did today. Child birthing was moving forward. Dr. Newswanger recommended that my husband and I should consider Lamaze classes. I had nothing like that in 1976 when I had Scottie.

The morning sickness was better some days, worse others. I managed to find some of the smells that triggered my nausea. Scottie seemed to be keeping his promise to keep my secret. Thank God for small favors.

I thought about Kevin while he was away. He swore that he was in love with me. The sexual attraction between us was unmistakable. He was a sweet, considerate and helpful young man. He would make some girl a great husband, some day but not today. I wished the almost twelve years separating us didn’t exist, but they did. If I were sixteen like Kevin, I knew I would be falling in love with the sweet stud of a boy.

Kevin’s troop returned home July 27th. I half expected he would show up that evening after Scottie went to bed. I would need to be stronger this time and resist Kevin’s plea for sex. That would be hard. Just like when I was carrying Scottie, the hormones coursing through my body made me out-of-my-mind horny. I needed to get laid and I needed it bad. Still, screwing your lover downstairs while your nine-year-old slept upstairs was too much. God, give me strength. To my surprise, Kevin did not show Sunday night.

Kevin didn’t show Monday night either. He visited Tuesday, right after dinner. He told us stories about his trip. Kevin climbed some mountains, rode a horse, found gold dust while panning for gold, learned about blacksmithing, did rock climbing and rappelling and so much more. By the time he finished narrating his adventure, Scottie was all fired up to go to Philmont too. Kevin told him he only had to wait four years until he was old enough for the trip.

Kevin stayed around while Scottie got ready for bed. Kevin was still there when I came down from tucking Scottie in.

“I suppose I know what you are after,” I teased as I sat down on the sofa with him.

“I wanted to talk to you about an idea I had while I was hiking,” Kevin said. “I think we should go on some dates.”

“Dates? You and I?” I asked. “In public? What if your parents find out?”

“That is the point of the dates,” Kevin replied. “We are upfront with them. We tell them we’re going to the movies together. How about Saturday night? Isn’t Scottie with his grandparents this coming weekend?”

“Uh, he is,” I allowed. “How does us telling your parents we are dating help anything? Telling them I’m pregnant by you is going to be like a bomb.”

“Like a nuclear bomb,” Kevin replied. “My plan is to ease them into the idea of you and me being together before we tell them everything.”

“I still don’t see why we go to this trouble,” I said.

Kevin told me more details of his plan. I had to admit that it wasn’t a bad plan. It certainly beat dropping a nuclear bomb on them suddenly when we told them Kevin got me pregnant. The date was on. We would see a movie together Saturday night. Afterward we would come back to my house and scratch that burning itch we both had to have hot, passionate sex. If Kevin was late for his midnight curfew and looked and smelled like he’d just left a brothel, so much the better.

Kevin and I went to see the late showing of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” It was great. We had fun and I enjoyed talking with Kevin. Getting to know the father of my child would be valuable. Regardless of what might happen between the two of us, we would be raising this child we would share for the next eighteen years.

We did it like a real date. Kevin drove to pick me up. The only exception was I paid for my own ticket and refreshments. I had full time employment year-round and his job was just for the summer. Kevin drove us back to my house, arriving around 11:15 PM. We made out like over-sexed teenagers. I guess one of us really was. Kevin took me twenty minutes later. God, I had missed his big dick while he was in New Mexico.

The clock said 11:47 when we collapsed in a heap on my bed.

“Wow!” Kevin muttered as he cuddled with me. “That rocked! I knew I missed you but, damn, let’s not go three weeks without again.”

“It was pretty awesome,” I agreed.

Kevin glanced over at the clock. “11:51, time for one more round.”

“Your curfew?”

“I rush home smelling of hot sex and arrive a few minutes late,” Kevin grinned.

“Your funeral when your parents see you,” I remarked.

“Death by a thousand cuts,” Kevin replied. “It’s a better way to go than to be destroyed by a nuclear bomb when they find out I knocked you up.”

We decided on doggie style. Kevin mounted me and got to humping. The sound of his body smashing into my backside echoed through the house. Thank God Scottie was in Morgantown. Kevin usually lasted longer the second or third time. He outdid himself that evening. He was still pumping away at 11:58. I reached between my legs and began diddling my clitoris while he banged me.

The clock rolled over to 12:00 when I felt my orgasm grow towards climax. Kevin was still pounding away.

“Oooohhh ... ffffFUCKkkkk...” I groaned as a glorious orgasm washed over me like a tsunami. My insides squeezed and tugged at Kevin’s manhood as he drilled me. It was too much for the teen. He slammed his dick hard into me a couple times and then groaned as he came. We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, stupefied by the best orgasms of our lives.

“Shit!” Kevin remarked after a minute of recovery. The clock read 12:05 AM. “I want to be late but not too late. I have to bolt.”

Kevin scrambled to find his clothes and dress. He dashed out the bedroom door as I called, “I’ll visit you in solitary if your parents put you in jail for tonight.”

“Thanks for the fun,” Kevin called as he bolted down the steps. I hoped his plan was going to work. When I was Kevin’s age, my parents would have absolutely killed me if I came home fifteen minutes after curfew looking and smelling like he did.

Kevin called me Sunday afternoon to report his parents were upset he was late, but they didn’t ground him or punish him. Next Saturday night’s date was on. I needed to line up a babysitter for Scottie, since he would be around for the weekend. After a bit of coaxing, my mother agreed to come over and spend the night at my house and watch Scottie.

Mom showed up mid-afternoon Saturday afternoon. I showed what I had planned for Scottie’s supper before I headed upstairs to get ready for my date. Scottie was in his room working in one of his puzzle books. He loved them. Mom was downstairs starting supper when Kevin arrived, fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. I was still getting dressed. Kevin came upstairs to see Scottie.

“Hey big man, what’s up?” Kevin asked.

“Just doing some puzzles,” Scottie answered. My room wasn’t too far from my son’s room. I could clearly hear what they were saying. “You’re taking Mom to the movies again?”

“Dinner and a movie,” Kevin answered.

“I like when she gets out,” Scottie commented. “Especially when you take her out.”

“I really like your mom,” Kevin said.

“You’re a man, right?” Scottie asked.

“Last time I checked,” Kevin replied.

“I have a question I need a man to answer,” Scottie said.

“Your mom can’t help you?”

“She’s a girl,” Scottie replied.

“I’ve noticed that,” Kevin responded.

“My question is about sex,” Scottie said. “What exactly did you do to get that baby in my Mom’s tummy?”

“Maybe that is a question for your dad,” Kevin suggested.

“He’s too busy and doesn’t want to talk about that,” Scottie replied, with a bit of heat. “He gives me this lame-ass...” There was a few seconds pause. “Sorry, this lame story about a stork bringing the baby. I know there wasn’t any stork here when you put the baby in Mom’s tummy. How exactly did you put it there?”

Should I go rescue poor Kevin? Educating my son about sex was not his job. I was heading for the door when Kevin said, “What do you know so far?”

“I know the baby grows in Mom’s stomach until it is big enough to be born,” Scottie said. “I know sex is involved in making a baby but I am not sure of the details. I’ve seen a few movies my Mom wouldn’t want me to see. I know a man and a woman get naked and slide under the covers. I know the man gets on top of the woman. In the movies, they always cut the middle part and show the couple after they finish sex laying on their backs in bed, saying dumb, lovey-dovey things to each other. What happens in between?”

“Wow, you want to know it all,” Kevin marveled. I started toward the door again to rescue Kevin.

“OK, lets start with the basics,” Kevin said. “You know a male has a cock between his legs.”

“A pee-pee, you mean?” Scottie asked.

“When you get older you call it a cock, a dick, a prick or something more grown up,” Kevin explained. “Does your cock ever get hard?”

“Yes, why does it do that?” Scottie asked.

“You are thinking about sex when it gets hard,” Kevin replied.

“I don’t know about sex, that is why I am talking with you,” Scottie answered.

“Your body knows all about sex even if your brain hasn’t figured it out yet,” Kevin said. “Getting hard is a critical part of having sex. Have you ever jerked off?”

“Jerked off?” Scottie asked. I could hear the confusion in his voice. “What’s that?”

“It’s when you rub your cock with your hand,” Kevin said. “It feels really great. You do it long enough, it feels like your head will explode because it feels so great.”

“OK,” Scottie said. “I heard some of the other boys in my class tease other kids about jerking off. I never understood what they meant.”

“So, the next part about sex,” Kevin said, redirecting my son’s attention to the main topic. “In three years when you are twelve...”

“In two years,” Scottie protested. “I’ll be ten soon.”

“Sorry, anyway, when you’re around twelve and you jerk off something really different will happen one day,” Kevin explained. “The good feelings will get better and white stuff will shoot out of your cock.”

“You mean pee?”

“Completely different,” Kevin said. “Kind of milky but thicker.”

“OK,” Scottie agreed.

“On to the next part,” Kevin said. “Girls. Do you know what a girl looks like between her legs?”

“They have this slit,’ Scottie said. “There is a hole at the bottom of the slit.” I did a doubletake. My son knew where the entrance to a girl’s vagina was.

“Exactly right,” Kevin replied. I could tell my son’s knowledge surprised Kevin too. “Um ... OK, how did you know that?”