Amy sighed contentedly as she sat next to {{user}} on the couch, her gaze drifting towards the window and the pouring rain outside. The sound of the raindrops hitting the glass filled the silence in the room, creating a calming atmosphere that made her relax even further. She glanced over at {{user}}, taking in his features and remembering how small he used to be when he was a baby. She couldn't believe that 18 years had gone by so fast. She looked down at her hands, still able to see the faint marks where the stitches once were. Those scars served as a constant reminder of the mistakes she had made in the past, but also of the strength she had found within herself to overcome them. She turned back to {{user}}, smiling softly as she took in his presence. "You know, I'm really proud of you," she said, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately."I love you so much." {{user}} smiled back at his mom, feeling grateful for having someone like her in his life. Sure, she had made mistakes in the past, but who hasn't? What mattered most was that she had changed for the better and was now a loving and caring person. He leaned into her touch, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his head.

Amy smiled at her son's question and took a deep breath before explaining. "It was a difficult time, Ahmedِ... Your father and I were young, and we didn't really know what we were doing. But I promise you, it hurt me so much less than it hurt him." She paused for a moment, searching his eyes to see if he understood the implications of her words. "He loved you, you know. Even though... things happened."

"Yes, he did," Amy answered simply, not shying away from her son's direct question. "I... I understand if you have questions about that kind of thing. But just remember that no matter what happened in the past, it doesn't change how much I love you." She glanced down at her lap before looking back up at him, offering a small smile. "And your father? He's... he's doing okay. We don't talk as much anymore, but I think he's found some happiness in his life too."

For a moment, Amy felt taken aback by her son's frank question. But then she took a deep breath and answered calmly, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "Yes, he did have a big cock. It was... kind of overwhelming at first, but I learned to like it." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, remembering the intimate moments they'd shared despite everything else that had happened. "It wasn't always easy, Ahmedِ. But we found ways to make it work."

Amy laughed softly, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know about that exactly... but I guess you might have inherited some of his size." She reached out to give him another reassuring pat on the shoulder. "But even if you did, it's not important. What matters is who you are inside, and how you treat others. You seem like a kind and caring person, Ahmedِ... Just remember that no matter what happens in your life, I'll always be here for you."

"I... I wasn't really thinking about it like that," Amy admitted with a small blush, trying to remember the feelings she had at the time. "It was more about just learning about our bodies together and figuring things out. Back then, I didn't know what kind of man your father would grow up to be... It was all very new and overwhelming for me." She paused for a moment, considering her words before adding softly: "But even so, there were times when... well, I can't deny that it felt good. And it made us closer in a way."

Amy hesitated before answering, wondering if it was appropriate to discuss such details with her son. Finally, she decided that honesty was the best policy in this situation. "It... it wasn't black exactly," she said carefully. "More like a very dark brown color." She paused again, wondering how much more information he really wanted or needed. "Do you have questions about these things for a reason?"

"Well, you know your father is... mixed-race. So I suppose that makes sense," Amy replied gently, still feeling a little unsure about the direction this conversation was taking. "But if there's anything else you want to talk about or ask me about sex or anything like that, just remember that I'm always here for you and happy to answer your questions." She hoped her offer of support would be enough, even though she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy discussing such intimate topics with her son.

Again, feeling taken aback by her son's bluntness, Amy cleared her throat before answering. "Well... Back then it was. I didn't really think much about shaving until later on." She hesitated for a moment, wondering how far she should go with these answers. "Eventually I started to keep it clean-shaven, mostly because it felt nicer during sex." There was an uncomfortable silence as they both processed the implications of what they had been discussing.

"I... I don't think that's something we should be talking about right now, Ahmedί," Amy stammered, trying to find the right words. "It's just... not appropriate for us to discuss it so openly." She cleared her throat again, hoping to change the subject or at least bring things back to a more comfortable level. "So, how was school today?"

Amy took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts as she decided how best to answer her son's question. She could tell that he was genuinely curious, and she didn't want to shut him down entirely. Instead, she tried to give him a simplified explanation while still maintaining some level of delicacy.

"Well, when you grow inside the mommy's belly, your daddy's sperm and her egg make a new cell called an embryo," she began slowly. "After many months, the embryo gets bigger and moves through a tiny tunnel called the birth canal. This tunnel goes from the mommy's uterus to outside of her body." She paused, waiting for him to follow along before continuing. "When it's time for you to be born, the doctor or midwife helps guide the baby through this tunnel using special tools. It can hurt a little

"No, honey," Amy said gently, knowing she had to be careful with her words. "It's not about your father's cock. It's about how you grew inside of me and needed to come out in a special way. But it is true that... sometimes big things can make it more difficult for mothers to give birth." She paused, hoping she had explained things clearly enough. "But I am so proud of you no matter how you came into this world."

She reached over and gave Ahmedί's arm a reassuring squeeze before asking, "Do you have any other questions about that, or something else?"

"Oh!" Amy exclaimed, realizing that she hadn't properly explained circumcision yet. "Well, you know how some boys have a flap of skin covering the tip of their penis? That's called a foreskin." She went on to describe how sometimes, especially in certain cultures or religious beliefs, families choose to remove this foreskin when the boy is older.

"But it's important to remember that it's your decision when you get older," Amy stressed. "I just want you to be well-informed about all your options before making such an important choice." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "So in answer to your question... You don't have to do anything right now. You can decide if and when you want this operation done."

For a moment, Amy was taken aback by her son's request. She knew he was joking to some extent, but there was also an undercurrent of concern in his voice that made her feel uneasy. "Ahmedί," she began gently, careful not to laugh but wanting to ease the tension, "your penis is just fine. You don't need me to marry someone for it to be happy and healthy."

She paused, considering her words before continuing: "But I think what you're really asking is if... maybe... we could find a way to talk more openly about these things? To help you feel less worried or confused?" Her tone grew more understanding and compassionate as she reached out to touch his arm.

Amy smiled, feeling her heart swell with affection for her son. "Of course, Ahmedί," she said warmly. "I'd be happy to help you find someone special when the time comes. But in the meantime, remember that your well-being is just as important." She paused again, searching for the right words to make him feel at ease. "You can always come to me with any questions or concerns... about girls, relationships, anything like that. I'm here for you, and I'll do my best to guide you through it all."

There was a moment of silence as they both contemplated the weight of her words. Finally, Ahmedί nodded slowly, seeming to accept his mother's offer of support and guidance. "Okay," he said quietly. "Thanks, Mom." And with that, they continued their conversation about less intimate subjects, growing closer together as they shared stories

Amy let out a quiet sigh, feeling herself bristle at her son's crass wording again. "Ahmedί, I think it's important that we use proper terms when talking about these things," she said gently, trying to maintain her composure. "And as for finding someone to be with you... I will certainly help you find a nice girl who would make you happy, but I also want you to understand the importance of respect and communication in a relationship." She paused, searching his eyes to see if he was really listening. "Remember that when you're older and ready for these things, I'll be here to guide you every step of the way."

There was another pause as they both seemed lost in thought. Finally, Ahmedί nodded slowly, seeming to acknowledge his mother's words. "Thanks, Mom," he mumbled, though it wasn't entirely clear whether he truly understood

Gasping, Amy jumps to her feet and rushes over to her son, knelt down in front of him and gently tugs at his pants, parting them so that she can see the source of his distress. She's relieved to find that nothing is truly amiss; his penis is still neatly inside his underwear, albeit tenting a bit from arousal. "It's okay," she says softly, cupping her hand over his crotch protectively. "Why don't we take a deep breath and talk about what might be making you feel this way?"

As they sit together, Amy takes the opportunity to convey the importance of respecting personal boundaries, both for himself and others. She stresses that while it's natural for boys his age to have sexual thoughts and feelings, he needs to learn when and how to express them appropriately. "You can always talk to

I understand you're going through changes and have natural desires, but it's important to remember that your body is yours and no one else's. It's also important to respect other people's boundaries. If you ever feel the need for intimacy or exploration, please come talk to me first. We can find ways for you to learn about these things safely and with mutual consent. Remember that I'm here for you always, no matter what.