Sex Ed – Lesson 1 – The Penis

We taught our children at home and when they started asking about sex and body parts we told them openly, frankly and honestly. We educated them well.

Before our children were born we’d already decided to raise them with love, trust and honesty, we decided a home education would suit us best, we’d let them be themselves, they could do whatever they wanted, as long as it wasn’t anything life threatening, we believed in letting children grow on their own and develop their own thoughts and feelings about life and the world, so they decide who they are and who they want to be and not told or influenced by anyone.

Our children even chose their own names, when they were born we did everything legally and gave them names, we named them after myself and my wife with “Jr” on the end, when they were old enough we allowed them to choose their own names, they decided on Lola and James, that’s who they felt they were and so those are the names the claimed for themselves.

I was in the bathroom one morning and Lola (13) walked in, “What are you doing, daddy?” she asked, seeing me standing by the sink with my pants around my ankles and slightly hunched down, as I said we were always open and honest with them with everything, “I’m shaving my balls.” I replied.

Lola laughed and walked in to the bathroom and leaned around me to see for herself, my balls were covered in shaving foam and I was delicately removing my pubic hair with a razor, I’d already shaved most of it off, “Why?” she asked, genuinely curious, “Because mommy doesn’t like daddy’s hairy balls.” I replied.

She watched me shave lines out of my pubic hair and tap and rinse the razor in to the sink, “Can I help you?” she asked, “Course you can.” I replied, I handed her the razor and held me cock off my balls and pulled the sack skin so it was straight enough to shave, “Give it a try but don’t press too hard.” I added, she pressed the razor lightly against the base of my balls and ran it up and around them, shaving off a nice amount of pubic hair, she looked at the hair clogged razor and tapped and rinsed it in the sink just like I’d done.

When all my pubic hair was gone I dried my balls with a towel, “That’s it. Well done, love.” I said, she put the razor on the edge of the sink and smiled, “Grand job.” I said, praising her efforts, I was emptying the sink and cleaning it when she asked me a question, “What’s that?” she asked, “That’s daddy’s penis.” I replied, then she pointed at the tip, “No, that there.” She clarified, she was pointing to the flappy skin on the end of my penis, “Oh. That’s called foreskin.” I replied.

I held my penis and pulled the foreskin back, my mushroom head popped out, Lola chuckled a little, “It’s like a bag or a sock for your willy.” She said, in a way she was right, “Yeah, I suppose it is really.” I said.

“Is your willy heavy?” she asked.

“Heavy?” I questioned.

“Does it hang down like that because its heavy?” she asked.

“Not really, love.” I said, shaking my head, “Would you like to feel the weight?” I asked.

She nodded, I picked her up and sat her down on the closed toilet seat, “Go for it, love.” I said, then she reached out, tucked her fingers underneath my penis, lifted it with her fingers off of my balls and felt the weight, “It’s not heavy.” She said, then she looked up at me, “Can I push the foreskin back?” she asked, “Of course you can, love, go for it.” I replied, using two fingers and her thumb she gripped around my penis and pushed back my foreskin two or three times watching in fascination as my mushroom head popped in and out.

Her fingers were rubbing on a very sensitive spot and my penis had begun to throb and chub up, she quickly let go and she got nervous when my penis lightly bounced as it swelled, “What have I done, did I hurt it, daddy?” she asked, looking upset with herself, “No, no, no. It’s alright, love, it’s just erecting.” I replied, “Erecting?” she asked.

“You see – when a man’s penis gets rubbed a lot it grows, it gets bigger and starts to get hard. It’s called getting aroused.” I explained, “It’s okay, love, you can keep rubbing it if you want.” I added.
She continued to rub it with intrigue as it continued to grow and harden against her grip, my wife walked passed the bathroom door carrying a basket of laundry, she glanced in as she walked by and then a few seconds later she stepped backwards in to view and looked in to the bathroom, “What’s going on in here?” she asked.

“Lola’s just examining my penis.” I replied.

Lola leaned sideways to look at her mother behind me, “It’s really big mom, look.” She said with excitement, my wife walked over and looked around me at my penis and Lola’s hand gripped around it, “Yeah, it is isn’t it.” She said, she shared a smile with Lola then turned to walk out, “Don’t be long you two, we’ve got chores to do.” She said and then she left us to it.

Lola continued to rub up and down my erection, “So it stays in the foreskin until you want to get it out and then it gets bigger when you rub it. Does it do anything else?” she asked.

“That’s about it, love.” I replied, then I felt my semen building up inside, “Hang on, love…” I said, I took my penis from her and hung up over the sink, “Alright you can keep going if you want.” I said, she reached out and kept rubbing it over the sink, “Is everything alright, daddy?” she asked.

“Yes, love. Daddy’s about to come.” I said.

“Come where?” she asked, confused by what I said.

“I’ll show you. Keep rubbing.” I said, the pressure still building.

She kept rubbing and rubbing, “A little faster now.” I said, she complied and rubbed faster and after a few moments I came in the sink, she jumped with surprise when my penis ejaculated, “What’s that?!” she asked.

“That’s called semen or sperm. It’s like special milk for mommy’s.” I explained.

I turned and pulled up my pants, then when I turned back around, Lola had stuck her finger in the sink and gathered some of the semen and put it in her mouth, “Lola, what you doing, love?!” I asked, “I like milk.” She said, licking my semen off her finger.

“Uhm – okay. Well, how is it?” I asked.

She popped her finger out of her mouth, “It’s warm. Doesn’t taste like milk though.” She replied.
I was a bit mortified that she’d tasted my semen but it was her choice and I respect that, at least now she knows how it tastes, that’s one question I don’t have to answer, “Is there anything else you want to know, love? – before I go.” I asked.

“Well, you know how your willy grows and stuff?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Does my fanny do anything like that?” she asked.

“I think that’s a question for you mom. We’ll ask her later alright.” I replied.

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