"It's okay, sweetie... " He hears her say to him quietly, soothingly. "I have an idea, but only if you want to go on."

For a few moments, the flustered boy does not know what he is supposed to do. Finally realising that he needs to get up off her, he does.

"Over on the bedside cabinet, you will find a tube. Pick it up, honey."

Doing his bed to hide his large projectile from his mother's sight, the boy reaches over and grabs the tube.

"What is it, mom?" He asks as he inspects it.

"It's k-y jelly." She replies, as if that is enough to make him understand. When she sees his blank look, she continues. "You put it...on....your...erm...you... so that will help...it slide..erm...into me."

It takes a few seconds for it to dawn on him what his mother is actually talking about. Embarrassed, he looks away again.

"Go into the bathroom and put it on there."

Nodding, he quickly leaves the room...