Mike woke up startled. He'd been away at college for his freshman year and was surprised to wake up and not be in his dorm room. It only took seconds for him to realize he was back at home.
After rolling from side to side a few times he finally jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom for his morning piss. As he look down at his penis he just shook his head. That was his normal reaction.
Puberty hit Mike like a ton of bricks. Just like the Grinch's heart, in How the Grinch stole Christmas, Mike's penis grew three times its size during puberty. He was already blessed in that area to begin with but after puberty he was left with a 10 & 1 ⁄ 2 inch long, thick whopper. Too boot he wax blessed with a pair of low hangers to match his mammoth penis.
His penis was so large it was a means of embarrassment. In high school gym classes the other guys would point and laugh(instead of cry out of jealousy) and call him a freak. Ever since then he'd go out of his way to never be seen completely naked. He couldn't get being called a "Freak" out of his head.
He always wore a pair of small tighty whities to help contain his junk so it wouldn't be as obvious. Without the tight underwear he appeared to be sporting a woody.
He grabbed a t-shirt and lay about sweat pants before heading down to breakfast. He felt comfortable in his baggy well worn sweatpants. These were his go to lounge wear at college.
Mike headed down stairs to grab some breakfast. As he rounded the corner into the big family kitchen he was greeted by not only most of his family but two of their neighbors. There sat his mom, Wanda, his grandmother, Myrtle his twin sisters, Kelly and Kathy and their nextdoor neighbor May and her daughter Becky. Becky was 18 years old, the same age as the twins.
"Good morning sleepy head," his mom greeted him. "How was sleeping in your old bed? It couldn't have been too bad, you look well rested."
"It was okay," Mike responded in his usually shy and reclusive voice. He detested being the center of attention afraid someone might take notice of his freakish large bulge.
Blushing a bit he quickly found an empty chair to sink down into.
"I was hoping he'd lose some of that shyness at college," Myrtle, his grandmother, spoke up saying. Wanda, his mom, quickly chimed in, in total.agreement.
"I can't remember him any other way," Kathy, one of his sisters, added to the conversation. Her twin Kelly nodded her head, acknowledging her agreement. Even the neighbor lady, May and her daughter Becky, were in complete accord.
Mike, desperate to change the subject from his shyness, asked, " What's for breakfast"? That did indeed switch the subject to food and then to many other topics, to Mike's delight.
While Mike devoured his homemade sausage, biscuits and gravy, the women sipped their second and third cups of coffee and chatted away.
Everyone was so enveloped in conversation nobody noticed the two women who'd entered the kitchen from the side door. As one of them grabbed a butcher knife from the wooden block kitchen knife holder, the other one said, "Nobody do anything dumb and everything will be okay."
Wanda automatically spoke up asking, "What's going on? What do you want?"
"Calm down missy. Don't get your panties in a wad!" Sally, one of the two escaped prisoners from the women's prison only a few miles away, said.
Martha, the other escapee, wielding the butcher knife, added, "If everybody just keeps their cool nobody will get hurt here. We just need a place to hang till our 'ride' gets here."
Wanda continued with, "I don't understand. Where did you come from and what do you want?"
"It's of no concern of yours but we decided that we'd spent enough time at the women's prison, so we left," Sally answered. "And like Martha said we just need to be here till our friends come to get us."
"Why did you pick this house to break into?" Wanda asked.
"A couple of reasons," Sally answered. "One reason was we saw the man leave for what we determined was a trip, since he had a small suitcase with him. And your door was unlocked so we could just walk in."
"Now that you've asked your questions, why don't you introduce everyone to us," Sally insisted, looking at Wanda.
"Why on earth would you need to know who we are?" Wanda sarcastically asked.
"Well since we're all going to be here for sometime, we should get to know each other better," Sally laughed. "I said introduce us bitch. I don't need a reason,just do it!"
Intimidated by the woman's tone, Wanda started the introductions. Looking at her mother she said, "This is my mother, Myrtle." Then she continued, "These are my twin daughters, Kelly and Kathy." Continuing around the table she pointed out her neighbor May beside her daughter Becky. And last she identified Mike as her oldest child.
Both Sally and Martha lingered on Mike. Looking at each other and smiling. "Now that's a handsome boy you've got there mom!" Sally commented. Martha seconded her statement.
"How old are you son?" Martha asked him.
Before he could respond Wanda, his mom, answered for him. "He's 19 years old. One year older than his twin sisters and our neighbor Becky. Please leave my kids alone. They've done nothing to you."
"Wow, what a protective mother you are, not even letting your son answer for himself," Sally retorted.
"He's always been very shy and easily embarrassed, that's all," Wanda explained.
"I don't see any reason for him to be embarrassed. He's a handsome looking young man," Sally added.
Martha went further and said, "Yeah I agree, stand up boy. Let's see the rest of you."
Mike instantly turned crimson red from embarrassment but made no attempt to move.
"Come on handsome, do like the nice lady asked you, stand up so we can assess your bottom half," Sally instructed him.
Begrudgingly Mike slowly started to rise, pushing his chair back as he stood. Once he was standing the two women oohed and awed. "It's been years since we've seen a guy this close up. You'll pardon our excitement," Martha laughed.
Sally added, "Come over here. I think we need a closer look at this beautiful specimen of manhood."
Wanda spoke up, "Please don't hurt my son, he's just an innocent boy!"
"We wouldn't think of hurting him. It's just that it's been a long, long time since we've been around a man." Martha sniggered. "In a women's prison there's no access to 'stuff' like this."
Again Mike made no effort to move until Martha started toward him flashing the butcher knife.
"Okay...coming," Mike uttered. He gingerly moved closer to the two women but stopped several feet from them.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm good," Sally sang out. "Now that's what I call an all American boy. Good looks with a body that matches! Wow, did we pick the right house to wait in."
"You got that right Sal," Martha said. "Our luck continues," she laughed.
"May I sit back down now?" Mike asked.
"What's your hurry?" Martha responded. "Like we said, it has been a while since we've been treated to such a site. In fact I, for one, would like to see a little more, if you get what I mean."
"I certainly know what you mean and I agree completely," Sally chuckled.
"It's kinda warm in here, isn't it Sally?" Martha giggled.
