A mother’s job is to love, support and nurture her children. When her kids have problems, she should be willing to be there for them in any way necessary to get them through their issues. This mom proves that a mother’s love knows no boundaries. It took a lot of convincing on the mother’s part, but her son finally agreed to have their story posted here, as long as their names are left out it and that there be no pictures. ********************************************************************************** From the day my son was born, I was on my own with raising him. I did my best to raise him to become a good man, and he made me very proud by becoming a really good boy with great values. One thing that made me incredibly proud was how intelligent he was. He always did very well at school and worked really hard to be an A+ student. As a result of his efforts, he was awarded a scholarship at the local university. The other result of his efforts was that he was seen as a geek and wasn’t really interested in sports, so he was quite skinny. Being the intelligent boy that he is, he knew that being physically week at university would present a problem, so he began to exercise and gym the entire year leading up to his first year at university. By the time he started his studies, he was very fit, strong, and had a physique that girls found very attractive. He was still a total geek, but he also had confidence to flirt with girls or to stand up for himself when necessary. I was so grateful that he got awarded the scholarship, because I had saved money for his studies, but it was nowhere near enough to cover his tuition. My son would use the bus to get to university and back, and in his first trimester he did so well that he won awards for his dedication and level of academic achievement. To reward him, I took some of the money I had saved for his tuition and took him to buy his first car. My clever boy knew this would happen, so he had already gotten his license, but it was for a motorcycle, and he convinced me to buy him one. From that moment on, I saw my boy receive a lot of interest from girls and he looked to be happier than ever. One day, my son came home and barely greeted me as he came in, before storming up to his room. I immediately followed him and knocked on his door. He was clearly upset and I desperately needed to help him. When he finally let me in, I could see that he was truly hurt. Me: “What’s wrong my boy? I’ve never seen you so upset.” My son did not want to discuss it, but he was not the type to simply tell his mother to go away, so he tried to convince me that he’d be okay on his own. He did let me know that it was to do with girls, but asked me to leave it at that. I knew trying to convince him to confide in me in that moment would be futile, so I left his room and continued worrying about him while I made dinner. While we ate, my son said nothing and barely responded to anything I had to say, so when we were done eating, I decided to try talk to him again. I knocked on his room door and heard him sigh before he invited me in. My son: “I know you’re concerned about me mom, but I don’t think this is something a guy can talk to his mother about.” I spent the next 20 minutes trying to convince him otherwise, but it was clear that he had made up his mind. My eyes were welling up, but I kept myself from crying and told him that I would always be there for him, like I have always been. I gave him a hug and then turned to leave. As I reached for the door, my son suddenly let it out. My son: “I’m never going to have sex…” I spun around and saw his eyes. He truly believed what he was saying. Something obviously happened at his university that day that made him believe that. I told him how impossible that was by telling him about all his amazing characteristics, and then reminding him how girls react to seeing his well-toned body. My son: “None of that matters. I’m going to die a virgin.” No matter what I said, or how many times I asked, he would not believe me or tell me why he believed it. His emotions were running high, so in a moment of frustration he yelled at me. My son: “I’ll never have sex because I have a small dick. No one wants to fuck something like that.” It was hard to believe that my boy had a small penis, but even if he did, I was sure it couldn’t be that bad, so I tried telling him that and it just made things worse. My son: “Fine, see for yourself.” He stood up and pulled his pants down in front of me, exposing his penis to me quite suddenly. I looked right at it and went silent when I saw that it was smaller than average, and I didn’t know what to say. My son: “You see?! Even you think it’s small.” He just flopped onto his bed on his back and didn’t bother pulling his pants up. I was deeply saddened that I couldn’t make him feel better. The fact that I could see my own son’s penis didn’t factor in my mind in any way. We were dealing with his emotions, so neither of us thought of his exposed self as anything to give attention to. I sat next to him for about half an hour, trying my best to console him, but nothing I said made it any better. Me: “You’re the smartest person I know my boy. If anyone can figure out how to deal with this, I know it’s you. What about going for a procedure to make it bigger?” My son began to explain how that would work and that it wouldn’t really benefit him. The biggest issue with that solution was the issues that it created, but it still wasn’t a viable option, so we stopped discussing it. Me: “There are thousands of men out there, just like you who are happily married with families, so I don’t see why it will never happen for you.” My son began to explain how well things were progressing with a specific girl on campus, but now it looked like they were going to soon become intimate. My son: “When I kissed her goodbye today she basically told me that she’s ready to take our relationship to the next level. I already have enough anxiety about the size of my dick, but she said she hopes I have a big cock so that I won’t disappoint her. Her friends made comments about that and I realized that even if it does happen, I’ll be a laughing stock.” To make things worse, he paid attention to any girl making any sort of comment about penis size over the next few days and reported almost daily to me how bad it was. It was clear that he had a real problem to overcome. I told him that he had to find a way to make his issue a strength, but I could see that the problem was overwhelming at that moment, so I decided to try come up with a solution for him. That night, I woke up at about 1am with an idea that I thought could work. I wasn’t able to seep again, so the morning took for ever to arrive. Excitedly, I told my son that I had a solution, but he just sighed and left for the day. I got onto my laptop to do my research, and within a few hours I had the solution I was looking for. I was very excited to show my son what I had come up with, but when I began to talk about it he just stared at me as if I was talking shit, so I decided to show him. Me: “Well, if you’re not the biggest man on campus, you’ll have to be the best.” My son frowned at me, but I could see that it made him think. Me: “I found this online video training series for men, that takes you through the basics of sex, right up to being a sex god. If you complete this video training, they guarantee that you’ll impress every woman you have sex with, even capable of giving them multiple orgasms. One of the things they mention is that size does not matter, only performance does, so I think this can help you.” My son saw the potential of my solution and began to feel a little relief. He asked me how much it was so that he could buy it, so I told him that I already bought it for him. He was very excited and hugged me tight to say thank you. He went straight to his room to begin, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. So far we’d been dealing with a problem that required a solution, but I never stopped to think that I was actually trying to help my son get laid. At dinner, my son seemed to be deflated again, so I asked what the problem was. He told me to watch the first video to find out, so when my son went to bed early, I did just that. Everything about the video was very motivating, creating a lot of excitement about learning new techniques and having fun doing it, but right near the end of the hyped-up introduction, I realized what deflated my son. Video: “… it doesn’t matter if you’re old or young, or if your penis is huge or small. We guarantee that this video training is going to give you results. We do advise that if you’re still a virgin, go have sex for the first time and just enjoy it without the added stress of trying to be impressive. Almost no one is impressive their first time. Hardly any men are capable of lasting more than 5 minutes the first time, so that’s what you should expect. We even recommend that you have sex at least 5 to 10 times before really trying to impress your lady, but we’ll give you 3 simple techniques to try out during your first 5 encounters, if that’s how you want to get started.” The first time is exactly what my son was afraid of, so I had to figure something out. When I tried to talk to him about it, he just got angry. My son: “There’s no point to any of this. I’ll never get to have sex 5 times. It only takes once to become a joke on campus.” I tried to console him, but he asked me to leave so that he could go to sleep, so I left feeling almost as miserable as him. I lay awake almost the entire night trying to think of a way to help him, but the only thing I could come up with was to get him a hooker 5 times to reach that first goal, and I really didn’t like that idea. When I finally fell asleep, I had nightmares about my son committing suicide from being teased on campus.