It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. I was in my room, lazily plucking on the strings of my unplugged electric guitar.
It had been two weeks since the penis measuring incident with my Mom. I couldn't help think about it. It was so awkward and tantalizing at the same time. I remember how my cock brushed against her soft lips while she was measuring it. I felt really bad about doing that. I was overwhelmed by lust. And she understandably got annoyed at my behavior.
However that incident hasn't changed our relationship in any way. It's been normal all these days, and she acts as if nothing ever happened. Or maybe she's just pretending to be okay with it, and she's still upset. I don't know.
Well now my Mom and I both know how big my penis is. Five and a half inches. I was a little disappointed at finding out the length. I've heard a lot of girls say that they like seven inch cocks and bigger. But mine is much shorter than that. I just hope I won't have any problems with it. I still haven't shown it to any girls, so I don't know how they'll react.
But wait my Mom has seen it! I'll ask her for her opinion.
I go to my Mom's room across the hallway. She's lying on her bed reading a book.
"Hey Mom."
"Heya Kevin."
"Hey I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Okay don't get upset, but its related to what happened two weeks ago."
"What happened two weeks - OH NO! Don't talk about that again, Kevin! Lets just forget that it even happened!"
"Oh no, calm down. It's something else that I wanted to talk about."
"What?"
"Well you now know how big my penis is."
"Yes..."
"Do you think its...small? Is it normal?"
"Yeah...I guess its normal."
"So you don't think its too small?"
"Hmmm...no."
"Is it big enough for most girls?"
"I can't say that. Different girls have different standards."
"Well is it big enough for...for...y-you?" I stuttered.
She puts her book down and then widens her eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry Mom, forget that. What I meant is...well how big is Dad's?"
"Your Dad huh? Well...you won't like hearing this Kevin, but...he is bigger than you."
"Oh damn! How much bigger?"
"Look Kevin, I really don't want to talk about this."
"Oh please just tell me! I want to know."
"Kevin, just drop it!"
I sighed.
"Okay Mom."
"Thank you."
I then go back to my room, and lie down on my bed gazing up at the ceiling. Why is my Mom so uncomfortable talking about this subject. She's already measured my dick for heaven's sake! And it was her idea in the first place. I just try to ignore it and I turn on the computer. I go to a porn site and look up some blowjob videos. This was the only time I've looked up porn with the specific aim of looking at penises. Almost all of the guys in the videos had big, thick cocks. Damn, I wish mine was as big as those. I would be able to make girls gasp and get them wet. I might even show it off to my Mom. That's how proud I would be of it. I know there are penis enhancement pills but I wouldn't want to deal with the nasty side effects that come with those. Anyways, there's nothing I can do. Maybe I shouldn't even be worrying about this. My Mom did say it was at an acceptable length. Oh well.
I immediately turn off the porn and instead play an online video game called Battlefield. Time to get my mind off of all sexual thoughts, and enjoy some good old gaming. I engross myself in it for the next two hours and then head to the gym in my neighborhood.
Later that evening:
I have a good session at the gym. Thirty minutes of high speed running on the treadmill, followed by dumbbell curls, sit ups and push ups. I felt energized and refreshed. I went home and then popped into the shower. Nice to have a long, hot shower and relax after working out.
I step out into my room, dry myself, and put on some new clothes. It's 8:30 PM. I head downstairs to the living room for dinner.
Mom's at the dining table, busy on her tablet. On the nearby counter there's a plate of frankfurters, a bowl of potato wedges and sour cream dip.
"Ooh nice dinner Mom! Thanks."
She gets distracted and looks up from the tablet.
"Oh no problem, baby. Enjoy."
I then grab a plate, fill it up and bring it to the table. My Mom puts away her tablet and gets a plate too.
"So did you have a nice time at the gym?" she asked.
"Yes I did."
"Good to know."
I dig into my food and eat with a vengeance. All of that gaming and working out has built a large appetite in me. It's great how food tastes twice as good when you're starving.
"So Kevin, are there any cute girls in your gym?" She asked after a while.
"Of course. But its not like I'm not going to talk to them." I said.
"Why not!?" she exclaimed.
"You know I'm shy."
"Well you can't stay shy forever. Just go and talk to one of them."
"I don't know Mom... a lot of them are out of my league. I don't think they'll like me."
"That's your problem...you've got shitty self esteem. Get rid of it and you'll have a better time talking to girls."
I get cheesed off at that comment.
"Well what do you expect, after having you say that my dick was just normal." I said irritably.