My first erection, that I can recollect, was when I was six or seven. I had no idea what was happening to my body. My mother was right there, as I woke up and sat up to her smiling and angelic face, and her loving soft voice.
"Oh no," she whispered, "what's this we have here...?"
My penis had poked his head up from behind my pajama waist strap.
"That's not good." She states, as she tucks him back inside, which hurt and was tolerably pleasurable, too.
I had that morning erection for years after, every morning. Every single one.
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