(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)
Linsey was upstairs in her bedroom folding the laundry when she heard the front door downstairs slam. Her 18-year-old son and only child, Kenny, always slammed the door when came and went, but today the slamming of the door was a little bit harder than normal. Actually it was a lot harder, and this made Linsey’s “Mom Sense” kick in.
Something was wrong, and she needed to find out what it was and fix it, if she could. She walked over to the top of the stairs and called down to her son.
“Kenny? Is that you?” she called, holding one of her husband’s t-shirts in her hands.
“Yes, Mom,” came the immediate reply.
“Is everything okay? You slammed the door a little harder than normal today,” she said.
“Yeah, Mom, everything is okay, everything is just fine!” he said, the sarcasm in his voice obvious. “Yeah, everything is just fuckin’ fine!” he muttered so his mom wouldn’t hear him.
“Why don’t you get a soda out of the fridge and then come up here and talk to me?” she said, folding the shirt in her hands as she spoke.
“I’m okay, Mom, really,” Kenny said, heading for the kitchen since he was going to get a soda anyway.
“Please, Kenny, for me, okay?” she said, concerned now. She knew her son and could tell by his tone that something was wrong, and she wanted to help.
“Okay, Mom,” Kenny said, taking a soda out of the refrigerator. He popped the top open, took a drink, and then headed up the stairs to his mom and dad’s room. Linsey was standing at the side of the king size bed, bending over while she folded a t-shirt. She looked up and smiled at him when he came into the room.
“Thank you, honey,” she said, turning to face him. “Now why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s going on?” she said, nodding to the chair on the other side of the room next to her armoire.
“Okay, Mom,” he said, walking over to the chair and sitting down, taking another drink from his soda as he did.
“Now what’s going on that’s got you so upset, honey?” she asked, resuming her folding but still paying attention to her son.
“It’s kind of personal, Mom,” he said, hesitant to tell her.
“It always is, son. Besides, that’s never stopped us before, has it?” she said, looking up at him as she folded.
“No, Mom, it hasn’t,” Kenny replied. And it was true – his parents were very liberal about most things, often surprising him with their reactions to things he’d done or things he’d said. This was especially true about the human body and human sexuality, which made life much easier for all of them when it came time for them to have “The Talk.” Since then he and his parents had had some very candid, very open, and very honest conversations about sex and how people handled it, what was right and what was wrong, and by now Kenny knew that he could talk to both his mom and his dad about anything and everything. Their talks had given him a new sense of admiration and respect for his parents, along with a respect for the feelings and opinions of others. Kenny always joked with them that they were born in the wrong generation, that they were really “hippies” at heart and would be better off in the ’60s. They all laughed about it, but they all knew that there was a lot of truth to it. Linsey and her husband, Kenneth Sr, had thought and talked about the same thing in the privacy of their bedroom.
It would also explain what his mom was wearing at the moment. She was wearing a long gray cotton skirt that sat low on her hips and ended at mid-calf, sandals, and a skimpy black halter top which was struggling to contain her huge breasts. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair hung loose around her face as she bent over the bed to fold the clothes. Kenny was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and he was also pretty sure that when she was in the house by herself that she ran around either topless or completely nude. (He would never know it, but he was right.)
This sometimes became a distraction for him after he got older and discovered girls, as his mom was spectacularly big-busted. She’d always had very large breasts, but when she became pregnant with him they got even bigger, staying that way after he was born and she lost all of her ‘baby weight.’ She was just as slim and trim as she was before he was born, and she turned heads everywhere she went – especially on the beach. His father never let it bother him as he had the same liberal attitudes about sex and the human body as she did, and he thought it was funny as hell to watch the other men stumble around whenever they caught sight of his wife’s huge tits.
“So what’s going on, honey?” she said, stopping and standing up straight as Emek Escort she looked at him, her hands on her hips.
“The kids at school have hung a nickname on me, and I hate it,” he said, looking across the room at her. “It’s all Peggy’s fault! She’s the one who started it!” he said, looking down at the soda can in his hands. Peggy was his latest flame, and Linsey knew that they had broken up about a week ago after going together for the better part of three months. She didn’t know why they broke up and hadn’t asked, figuring that Kenny would tell her when and if he wanted to.
“How is it Peggy’s fault, honey?” she asked.
“Because she’s the one who came up with the nickname! She told all her girlfriends about it, they told all their boyfriends, and the next thing you know everyone at school is calling me by it!” he explained, visibly upset.
“Calling you what, honey?” she asked, her voice soft.
“It’s embarrassing,” Kenny said, looking at the soda can for a moment and then looking up at his mom. “That’s why I hate it, because it’s embarrassing!”
“It’s only embarrassing if you let it be embarrassing, Kenny, you know that,” she said, walking around the end of the bed and sitting on the bed across from him. “So what is it?” she asked, genuinely curious. It had to really be something bad for her son to be this upset.
“It’s about…it’s about my…well, it’s about my penis,” he said, obviously embarrassed.
‘His penis? What in the world could there be about his penis for Peggy to hang a nickname on him? Is it tiny or something?’ she wondered.
“Go on,” she said, her voice soft.
“Well, about a week ago after our date we were over at her house, and her parents weren’t home, so we started kissing and fooling around, and…” he paused, not out of embarrassment but out of not knowing how to say what he needed to say. “And, well, one thing led to another, and we were going to have sex, I guess, but that all changed when she…” he paused again, taking a deep breath, “that all changed when she got a look at my penis,” he said. “She took one look at my penis and started laughing. She was laughing at me, Mom!” he said, looking up at her, the pain and hurt in his eyes very obvious.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!” she said, leaning over and holding his hand. He was very hurt, and it showed. “She was probably laughing because she didn’t know how to react,” she said. “Women can be incredibly cruel sometimes, and they sometimes say things that are very hurtful at the wrong times, especially when a man’s penis is…well, smaller than they expected.”
“But Mom, that’s not why…” he started to say, but Linsey was on a roll and kept talking.
“You know, I went through the same thing when I was growing up,” she said, releasing his hand and sitting upright on the side of the bed. “You think it was easy going through high school and college with these big things on my chest?” she said, motioning to her huge tits. “Not only were the girls catty and jealous, calling me all kinds of hurtful names, but the guys were so intimidated that it was hard for me to get a date at all! Then your father came along and changed all that, and the rest is history!” she said, smiling at him.
“But Mom, that’s not why she was laughing,” Kenny said.
“It’s not?” Linsey asked, confused.
“No, it’s not,” Kenny said. “I’m an average guy when it comes to that – except for one thing, that is, and that’s the thing that Peggy made up the nickname about,” he explained.
“What nickname did she make up, honey?” she asked. Kenny paused for a moment before answering, looking down at the soda can in his hand.
“Mr. Mushroom,” he said, his voice so low Linsey almost didn’t hear him.
“Mr. Mushroom?” Linsey asked. “Why Mr. Mushroom?”
“Think about it, Mom,” Kenny said, looking up at his mom. She was a smart lady and he loved her, but sometimes she could be so dense it hurt. Linsey crossed her arms beneath her big tits and sat for a moment, thinking, but came up blank.
“I got nothing, Kenny, I’m sorry,” she said.
“Jeez, Mom!” Kenny said, exasperated. “It’s because the head of my penis is out of proportion with the rest of it!” he explained.
“Out of proportion, how?” she asked, still not getting it.
“It’s bigger,” Kenny said, “a lot bigger.”
“Bigger?” she repeated, the realization of what he was talking about finally dawning on her. “Oh! I see! How much bigger?” she asked.
“About twice as big as it should be, I guess,” he said, Linsey’s eyebrows going up in surprise at his words.
“Twice as big?” she said, her hand coming up to her mouth. “Oh, honey, that can’t be! I’m sure you’re mistaken about that,” she said, trying to make sense of it all. “There’s no way it can be that big…can it?” she said, wondering herself.
“Trust me, Mom, it can and it is,” he said, finishing the soda and putting the can on the floor next to the chair. Linsey sat still for a few moments, thinking about Emek Escort Bayan what her son had just told her and trying to visualize in her mind what his penis looked like, if the head could really be that big. Finally she decided that there was only one way to find out.
“Show me, honey,” she said, her hands on her lap.
“What?” Kenny replied, surprised.
“Show me,” she repeated, dead serious. “I need to see this for myself. Not that I don’t believe you, but I just don’t think it’s as big as you say it is. So I want to see it and find out for myself,” she explained.
“But Mom, really,” Kenny said, not sure of what to do, “do you really think it’s okay for me to show you my penis like this? Even if there is something wrong with it, I mean,” he said.
“I’ve seen penises before, honey, and it’s not like I’ve never seen your penis before, either,” she said, smiling at him. “I used to change your diapers when you were a baby, remember?”
“But Mom, things have changed since then, things have changed a lot! I’ve changed!” he said. “I’m not the little boy with the cute little penis you remember anymore, I’m all grown up now, you know?” he said.
“Yes, I know, honey, you’re all grown up now,” she said, smiling at him and trying to put him at ease. “You’re all grown up with a grown-up problem that you still need your mommy to help you with. So stop stalling and let me see, okay, honey? Please?” she said, looking over at him.
“Okay, I guess so,” he said, giving up and giving in to his mom’s request. He stood up and unfastened his jeans, then pulled both them and his boxer shorts down, letting them fall to the floor around his feet. His penis was covered by the tail of his t-shirt, so he lifted it up to show his penis to his mom.
The head was definitely out of proportion to the rest of his penis, but it didn’t look to be as drastically different in size as he had claimed. At least she didn’t think so. And as she looked at it, Linsey felt a stirring inside her in more places than one. After a few moments, she finally spoke up.
“Oh, honey, it’s not that bad!” she said, looking up at him as she spoke. “I mean, sure, it’s a little bigger than what would be considered normal, but it’s not that much bigger,” she said, looking back down again. “It’s hardly noticeable at all, really! It looks just like it did when you were a baby, just bigger in general, you know?” she said. “After all, you have gotten bigger all over!” she said, looking up at him and giving him a reassuring smile.
“That’s because it’s not hard,” Kenny replied, looking down at his mom. “When it’s hard, it’s worse… much worse,” he said, looking down at his mom. Linsey’s eyebrows went up a little at this, the smile fading from her face.
‘Oh, my, I’ve just got to see that!’ Linsey thought to herself, looking back down at his penis again. ‘I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I just can’t help it! I’ve got to see it!’ The stirring inside her grew more intense, and she felt her body reacting in ways that she was helpless to control.
‘Are her nipples getting hard?’ Kenny thought to himself, noticing the two prominent bumps that had just appeared in her halter top.
“Oh,” Linsey said, still looking at his penis as those stirrings inside her grew stronger. She could feel that her nipples were hard, and she felt the first traces of moisture forming in her pussy. “Well, in order for me to help you I have to see it for myself, so I guess we’re just going to have to get it hard, then, aren’t we?” she said, looking up at him.
“What?” Kenny said in surprise, his eyebrows going up. “Mom, are you serious?” he asked, looking down at her, not knowing if he was taken by surprise more by her suggestion to get him hard than he was by feeling his cock begin to stir at the idea of her getting him hard.
“Yes, honey, I’m dead serious,” she said, still looking at his penis as she began to speak but looking up at him halfway through her sentence.
‘Did I just see his penis move? Like it was starting to get hard?’ she thought to herself as she looked up at him and continued.
“If I’m going to be able to help you with this, I have to know exactly what the problem is so I can decide how to best help you,” she explained, feeling a tingling start deep inside her pussy. “And that means I need to see just how big the head of your penis gets when you have an erection, which means that you have to get an erection,” she said.
“Gee, Mom, I don’t know,” he said, feeling his cock twitch and grow just a little. “This just doesn’t seem right somehow; after all, you are my mother, you know,” he said, confused at what he should do. Part of him didn’t want his mom to do anything else, but another part – a bigger part – of him wanted her to do exactly what she was saying she needed to do; namely, give him an erection.
“The fact that I’m your mom is exactly what makes it okay,” Linsey said, looking up at him with her hands on her lap, Escort Emek her nipples so hard now that they ached. “Part of a mom’s job is doing whatever she needs to do in order to help her children, and if I need to give you an erection to help take care of this problem, then so be it,” she said.
‘I have just GOT to see his cock hard!’ she thought to herself as she looked up at him.
“Now are you going to let me give you an erection or not, honey?” she asked, her voice soft and her heart pounding in her chest.
“Sure, I guess so, Mom,” Kenny said after a moment or two. Linsey smiled up at him as she replied.
“Excellent! Thank you, honey! I know just how to do it, so you just stay right there and I’ll be right back!” she said, getting up from the bed and walking around it to the nightstand on the other side. She opened the drawer and reached inside, taking out a small clear plastic bottle that was filled with a pale pink liquid of some kind. She came back over to where she was sitting and sat down again, flipping open the cap of the bottle and squirting some of the liquid onto the palm of her hand.
“Take your shirt off so you don’t have to stand there holding it up while I’m doing this,” she said, and Kenny did as she said. He slipped his t-shirt off over his head and dropped it on the chair where he had been sitting as his mom put the bottle down on the bed and rubbed her hands together, spreading the liquid onto her hands.
“This is a special massage oil that I use on your father every now and then,” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “It’s organic, so if things should turn…amorous…during the massage, it won’t hurt anyone if it gets into someplace other than on your skin,” she explained.
“It smells like strawberries,” Kenny said.
“That’s because it’s strawberry flavored,” his mom replied, grinning at him.
“Oh, I get it!” Kenny said, grinning back at her.
‘Not yet, but if I get my way you’re certainly going to!’ she thought to herself as she looked down at his cock hanging down in front of him.
She could have sworn that it had gotten a little longer and had swollen just a little bit in the past minute or so. She looked at his cock in front of her for a moment more, then looked up at him as she held her hands out, ready to take hold of him.
“Ready, honey?” she asked, her heart pounding.
“Ready, Mom,” he replied, his heart pounding as well.
‘I can’t believe my mom is about to give me a hand job!’ he thought to himself as he watched his mom reach out and grasp his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, immediately beginning to tug on both. He jumped at her touch like an electric shock had gone through him, stifling a gasp as he felt her hands on him for the first time.
“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to startle you!” Linsey said, looking up at him as she slowly but firmly tugged and pulled on his cock and balls, massaging them in a way that she knew from experience would have him rock-hard in no time.
“That’s okay, Mom,” he said, a little breathless. He felt his cock respond immediately, getting harder, longer, and thicker in her hand, the head increasing in size twice as fast as the rest of him.
‘Oh, my! Look at his cock grow! I’ve never seen one grow this fast before!’ Linsey thought to herself as she both watched and felt his cock growing quickly in her hand. She moved her hand from his balls to his shaft as it grew big and long enough for her to use both hands, gripping his cock firmly in both hands as she pulled and tugged on it. She watched in rapt fascination as the head of his cock grew bigger and bigger, much faster than the rest of his cock, and her eyes went wide as his cock quickly reached full hardness and the head ballooned out to its full size.
Her mouth fell open in amazement as she looked at the hard, throbbing cock in her hand, the head nearly twice as big at it should have been, the flared ridge of the back of his cockhead standing out much further than it should have. His cock did indeed look like a mushroom, and the only thing that Linsey could think of was that she had no idea how in the world she was going to fit that big thing in her mouth and, ultimately (if she got her way), her pussy.
But she sure as hell was going to try.
“Oh, my!” was all she could say as she stared in amazement at her son’s hard, throbbing cock in her hands, the bulbous head slightly red with the blood pumping through it. “You’re right, honey, things certainly have changed!” she said, pumping his cock slowly with both hands, her eyes locked on the huge head.
“See! I told you!” Kenny said triumphantly, a smile on his face.
“But Kenny, honey, this is nothing to be ashamed of!” Linsey said, looking up at him as she continued pumping his cock in her hands. “Peggy only reacted the way she did because she was scared and intimidated, that’s all. You should be happy and proud that your cock looks the way it does,” she said, using the word ‘cock’ for the first time.
“Really? Why, Mom?” he asked, stifling a moan. The sensations of his mom’s hands gripping his hard shaft and slowly pumping up and down was exquisite, and he was afraid he was going to cum all over her if she kept it up.