My First Time

I don't remember exactly how old I was my first time. I was young, real young and I was scared. I had never done this before and she knew that it was my first time. I was nervous. Her hands moved fast with the precision of a surgeon as she briskly tugged on my pants, "pop, pop, pop" the metal buttons surrendered to her assault. Down they came.

She baby talked to soothe my nerves "Oh yeah, mommy loves you" she said. I believed her. I didn't think she could get my pants down fast enough. I was ready to go.
In less than a minute, it was over. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked and lovingly kissed my cheek. Something inside of me had changed. I felt powerful.

I triumphantly stood over the white porcelain bowl. As she flushed the toilet, I watched the whirlpool suck away all evidence of "My first time". She took me by the hand and walked me to the sink..., its okay mommy, I can reach. I don't need my stool, I’m a big boy now............. Yup, something inside me had changed, I felt powerful.

A tribute to my childhood