This is a small penis humiliation story about me when I was 18. Also it's all made up and everyone in the story is over 18 years old.
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When I was 18 years old I began to worry that my penis hadn't developed to be as big as those of my friends.
I became a bit shy as a result, avoiding the kind of social contact that involved being naked or showing dicks off. It worried me. I thought about sex as much as any pubescent youth, looked at porn, became interested in girls, had erections, wanted a girlfriend but I was self-conscious because of my small penis.
My mother knew something was up. She asked me what was wrong many times. We talked about the changes I was going through and had frank discussions about sex, girls, masturbation. Eventually I felt able to tell her what my problem was. One night when she was sitting on my bed I told her my penis was too small.
She assured me that lots of boys worry about that. She even admitted that my dad even worried about it. Which, as she pointed out, was silly because she had married him and they'd had a wonderful son.
Mum told me she was sure it was fine and that I was worrying about nothing. I tried to appear assured by her words but my real feelings were all too apparent. She suggested that I should show her so she could see for herself and then perhaps I would believe her when told me not to worry.
Mum had looked at my penis and balls before. Not in a weird way. When I had a rash, when my balls got injured falling off a bicycle, when I had painful growing pains. So it didn't seem totally out of place. But I was in the middle of puberty and everything was about sex, exciting and embarrassing so I was nervous. Also, this situation, my mother sitting on my bed with her breasts close to me, talking with her about sex, the thought of being exposed to her gaze had made my penis become erect and I couldn't make it go away.
She knew I was finding this difficult so she adopted a breezy nurse-like matter of fact manner and took control. She told me she'd seen it all before then told me to stand up and pull my shorts down. I stood up then became shy so she pulled my shorts down.
She paused for a long time then said: "Oh. Yes. No it's fine. Don't worry. You can put your pants back on honey. And stop worrying."
I got back into bed. She gave me a hug. I saw her try to hide a smile, suppress a laugh. I went red and asked her what was funny. She composed herself and smiled at me.
"Sorry darling, It's not funny. It's fine. It's not very big but don't worry. You take after your father. He doesn't have a big penis and I've never complained have I?"
I tried to feel reassured.
"So it's the same size as dad's?"
"Well, nearly. It's smaller than your dad's. But you might still be growing. I didn't know your father when he was your age. Anyway the main thing is not to worry about it. You've got so many wonderful things to be grateful for -- you're clever, you're kind and thoughtful, you can paint and play the piano and you write those lovely poems that I like."
She sensed my disappointment, my shame. She kissed me and ruffled my hair.
"And you're very handsome and charming." I flushed a little.
She patted the bulge of the duvet made by my erection. She let her hand rest there and winked at me.
"And, however small it is, it's obviously all in good working order. That's what really matters."
She kissed my cheek and we hugged, I put my arms around her. Her breasts pressed against me. When she went to stand up I held on and wouldn't let go straight away.
"No, come on, let mum go. Naughty boy." She giggled as she sat up.
"I think I better say goodnight and leave you to have a bit of private time. Have fun!"
I called her back before she left my bedroom.