"Mom? Do we have anymore shampoo?" Bryson asked.
"Yes I just bought some." I replied.
I grabbed the bottle from the hallway closet and brought it into the bathroom. I set it down on the bathroom sink, thinking he wouldn't want me to come any further.
"It's on the counter." I said.
"Okay Mom, thanks."
As I turned to walk out, I bent down to pick up his dirty clothes that he left on the floor. Then I heard the shower curtain fling open. He must have thought that I left already. Bryson's face and body was covered in soap. He had one eye squinted open as he stepped out of the shower and felt around for the shampoo bottle.
He couldn't see that I was still in the bathroom since his vision was limited to directly in front of him. I couldn't help but look him over. And when I did, I got a good glimpse of his very large penis. I couldn't believe how big it was. His slender frame made it look massive compared to his body. Even though it was covered in soap, I could see how thick it was. Do all 19 year olds have enormous cocks these days I wondered.
Where did my son get such a magnificent cock? I thought. Definitely not from his father.
Bryson managed to find the shampoo bottle and got back into the shower. I was experiencing some sort of emotion that I haven't felt in a while. I was becoming incredibly aroused. I felt so dirty for thinking about my own son like that. But how could I not? I became instantly jealous of his girlfriend, Natalie. How lucky was she to be able to experience that beautiful cock of his? She probably doesn't even appreciate what she has, I thought. Does she even know how to take care of a penis like that? I had to stop myself from thinking these thoughts about my son.
I heard the shower turn off and started my way back downstairs.
"Mom? You still there?" Bryson asked.
"Yes Honey?"
"Oh I just wanted to catch up a bit before I go see Natalie." He said.
I stood outside the bathroom door which was cracked open about 3-4 inches. I wanted to peek but I knew I shouldn't. It was just so wrong. I managed to keep my composer for the time being.
"Oh sure sweetie. What's up?" I asked.
"Uh just wanted to know how work is going." He asked.
It seemed he was just looking for something to talk about. As much as I tried to focus, I managed to position myself to where I could partially see inside. Bryson was brushing his teeth at the sink. His towel was slung over his neck and draped over both his shoulders. I had a nice view of his cute butt, but not what I was really hoping to see.
"Mom?" He said.
Bryson turned and faced the door. I got a nice glimpse of his enormous penis. It hung lower than his already low handling balls. I couldn't believe the size.
"Mom?" He asked again.
It startled me and broke my concentration.
"Yeah sweetie?" I asked and haphazardly stepped back away from the door.
"I asked how work was." He said.
"Oh. Sorry. Work is good, you know." I replied.
He started to tell me a story about something that happened at college but I couldn't even concentrate on what he was saying after seeing that enormous dick of his. Then Bryson came out of the bathroom. His towel was wrapped around his waist. He walked to his bedroom to get dressed. I stood in the door way. I didn't know exactly what to do with myself because he kept talking. He didn't bother closing his door and didn't seem to mind me standing where I was standing.
Then he removed his towel and began to dry his hair with it. He acted like it was perfectly normal to be talking to me stark naked. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I figured if he was uncomfortable, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. So I stayed. I watched him reach in his duffel bag for some underwear. He slowly put them on. How he managed to get his massive dick in them, I'll never know.
Bryson finally finished the story he was telling me. He was now dressed and I took some of his dirty laundry to be washed. My heart was still racing. I couldn't get the image of his penis out of my mind. As I turned around with the basket of laundry, my daughter Emma, who is a year younger than Bryson, was standing behind me. I was startled. I didn't expect to see her standing there.
"How long was she standing there?" I thought to myself.
"Oh Emma! You scared me!" I said.
"Sorry Mom." She said and continued down the hallway to her bedroom.
A little later on, I was preparing dinner. Emma asked to help so I had her start dicing up some celery. We made some small talk at first and then she asked me something I wasn't ready for.
"So what'd ya think about it, Mom?" Emma said.
"About what, Emma?" I asked.
"About Bryson's giant penis." She said.
"Emma! Shhh! Don't talk like that! And I don't know what you're talking about." I said.
"Oh you didn't look at it?" Emma asked.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She must have been standing behind me longer than I thought.
"Emma, no I didn't look at it, don't be silly!" I said.
"I find that hard to believe, Mom. It's kinda hard to miss." She said. "I mean it's not like he doesn't do it on purpose."
"What are you talking about Emma?" I asked.
I was now slightly concerned by Emma's questioning.
"Like he loves showing it off. To me anyway. And now to you too it seems. Let me guess, he asked you if we were out of shampoo, and then stepped out of shower so you can see his dick? He does it to me all the time. I think he purposely takes the shampoo out of the shower just so he has an excuse to flash me."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is my son a pervert who gets off on showing his sister his penis? And now me?
"Okay Emma. Now I'm concerned. Does he make you feel uncomfortable? Because I will put a stop to it immediately." I said to her.
"No. No it's not like that, Mom. It doesn't bother me. And if I wanted him to stop I'd just have Greg beat his ass!" Emma said sarcastically.
"So, you don't mind him doing that?" I asked again.
"No, I mean, do you? I know he's my brother and all, but his dick is massive and it's kinda fun to watch. You have got to admit it, Mom."
I knew exactly what she was talking about. It was fun to watch. But now this was getting a little too weird. Or was it, I thought. I mean, it's pretty harmless I guess. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal and isn't worth causing a scene over.
"Okay Emma, I admit it. But I want you tell me if he crosses the line, or if you start to feel uncomfortable. Okay?"
"Okay Mom. I will." Emma said.
"So, I gotta ask. How long has he been doing this?" I asked.
"What? Flashing me? Um, I guess for a few months now." Emma said.
I didn't know how to ask my daughter this next question but I had to know. So I just asked.
"Have you ever seen it...ya know..." I couldn't bring myself to say the words.
"Hard?" Emma said. She obviously was a little more comfortable talking about it than I was.
"Yes." I said sheepishly.
"Yeah. One time." She said. "A few days ago he was in his room and called me in to "ask me a question". Normally I don't let him catch me staring at his dick for more than a second or two, but this time I decided to. I think I caught him off guard because he was not used to me entertaining his antics. As he spoke to me his dick started to get hard. I think he got embarrassed and turned around. He tried like hell to cram it into his boxers. It was quite comical."
"I bet it was." I said.
I couldn't help but wonder how big that thing got when it was hard.
"Oh it was. I don't even think it was fully hard and it was huge. I felt bad so I left him alone." Emma said. "He would have never got that thing in his pants if I didn't."
The way that Emma described it as 'huge' made me really curious.
"So, if you had to guess, how big do you...." I said before Emma interrupted me.
"Oh my god mom, just go look at it yourself if you want to know so bad. It's not like he hides it!" Emma said and laughed.
I realized I may have pushed too hard. But Emma was so nonchalant about it. I didn't have that. I'm too embarrassed to do what she does.
"I'm sorry Em. We shouldn't be talking about this together. It's not right.
Emma saw I was embarrassed and disappointed in myself.
Emma sighed. "No...Mom. It's okay. How about this, how about we go up there together tomorrow? And this way we'll both see it and we'll know. I'm sure if we both are there it'll get that little perv rock hard."
I didn't care for Emma's choice of words, but I'm glad she agreed to look with me. So the next day when Bryson got home from the gym, Emma and I waited for him to go shower. We heard the water turn on and we headed upstairs. Emma grabbed a bag from the counter and ran up enthusiastically and I followed behind.
"Wait Em, what are you gonna do?" I asked.
Just follow my lead Mom.
Emma waited at the bathroom door for a few seconds and slowly cracked it open. She looked back at me and smiled. Then she barged in.
"Bro, you in here?" Emma shouted.
"Yes Em?" He shouted back. "What do you want?"
"Mom and I just got back from the store. We bought two new shampoos and we need to know which one you like best.." Emma asked.
She was making it a little too obvious. I was certain that he was on to her and wouldn't take the bait. There was a brand new shampoo bottle already in the shower after all.
"Uh, sure I guess. Do you have them out there?" He asked.
"Yeah, here I'll bring them to you." Emma said and stood outside the shower curtain.
Bryson flung open the curtain like he always does. He had soap all over his body and did a horrible job at pretending he couldn't see.
His long, thick cock looked even bigger today. Maybe because we were so close. Me and Emma stood at the shower and Emma handed me a bottle, and she took a bottle. Bryson, wasn't expecting me there. He turned to the side as if to hide himself but I could still see everything. I have to give him credit, he acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. But this time, Emma and I stood our ground.
"Okay, the first one is 'Strawberry Eucalyptus'. Try it and tell us what you think." Emma said.
Emma looked at me and smirked. I notice she stood with her hand against the wall holding the shower curtain back incase he started to get shy.
Bryson took the bottle from Emma. He must've been really confused because neither of us looked away like in the past. He reached for the curtain to close it back up but Emma held it tight to the wall.
"What are you doing Em?" He asked. "Can I get a little privacy?"
"Oh relax, Mom and I both saw your giant dick before. Nothing new." Emma said.
