My Private Sex Education Teacher

"Darling, put it in!" Romy urged her husband, her intense longing driving her to clutch at the sheets desperately.

"Honey, you are getting more sensitive," Lowell chuckled, pulling off his wife's underwear, hoisting her legs, and penetrating her.

Another groan escaped from Romy's mouth as Lowell kept thrusting. The mattress was squeaking softly beneath their bodies.

"Darling, faster, faster!" Romy demanded as they switched positions. She was lying face down on the bed while Lowell lay over her, continuously pushing in and out and spanking her round buttocks.

The clapping sounds reached Leonard's ears. He stood frozen outside the door, stunned by the scene.

'How does Lowell put it in? Why does Romy look both in pain and joy? What should I do next? What am I supposed to do?' Leonard couldn't help but think. Questions filled Leonard's mind, throwing his thoughts into turmoil.

In the bedroom, Romy was kneeling on the bed with her upper body pressed low and her buttocks raised high, a posture that reminded Leonard of a puppy he once saw on the street. Lowell thrust again, and the room was filled once more with clapping sounds.

'My private part is so uncomfortably hard,' Leonard thought, touching his pants and feeling the hardness. His throat grew drier, and that itchy sensation inside intensified. He couldn't watch it anymore and returned to his room.

Lying in bed, Leonard slowly calmed down. But once he recalled the scene, his heart would race again.

'What exactly were they doing? Was that sex?' he pondered, recalling the chats among his classmates.

Nobody at school had ever talked to him about these things. His parents' accident left him with severe psychological issues, so he was afraid to get close to anyone.

Lowell and Romy were worried about him getting hurt, so they talked to his teachers at school. Leonard's teachers warned the other kids not to bully him. However, it somehow made everyone stay away from him and he ended up without a friend.

As for his best friend Bill, the simple-minded boy always made it easier for Leonard to let his guard down.

Leonard rose from his bed and picked up Mrs. Romy’s red underwear. Perhaps because he had seen something far more exciting, when he held it this time, that itchy sensation was gone.

"What's happening to me?" Leonard sighed, tucked it away, and laid back down. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when Leonard woke up, he felt something sticky in his underpants, which was quite annoying.

He took off his pajamas and checked on his underpants. He saw the white sticky thing on his underwear. Slapping his forehead in annoyance, he muttered, "Again? It happens several times each month. Am I sick?"

He quickly changed a new pair of underpants and tossed the old one into the laundry hamper. He had no idea that it was just a normal phenomenon, as no one had ever explained it to him.

Leonard headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Romy opened the laundry hamper, preparing to wash the clothes inside. Suddenly, she paused, picking up a pair of black underpants and a pair of red from the pile.

She could tell right away that it was Leonard's since she bought all his clothes for him.

Romy was startled. "Is that semen? Did Leonard have a wet dream, or was he masturbating?"

What she hadn't expected was to find, in the laundry basket, not just Leonard's underwear but also her own. Why were her panties in there? Could it be that innocent Leonard was using them for his own pleasure? Oh, heavens.

When did innocent Leonard become interested in sexual knowledge? Masturbation isn't necessarily a bad thing, but someone should guide him properly to prevent any harm to his body. Leonard was a grown man now. The last time she accidentally saw him bathing, she noticed his grown penis, even larger than Will's. She wondered how it would feel if Leonard's penis was inside her.

‘Oh, God! How could I have such thoughts?’ Romy pondered.

Romy's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't help thinking about Leonard's large penis, especially after her unsatisfied desires from the previous night. Mrs. Romy stuffed the dirty clothes into the washing machine. As she closed the door of the machine, she bit her lip in thought. "Should I educate Leonard about physiology? Leonard is so proud, would it embarrass him if I brought it up abruptly? If I don't say anything, I fear Leonard might go astray. But how should I bring up such a topic?"