“Oh my God. Oh my God.”

It still took a moment for me to think about closing the bathroom door I had just opened after saying those words out loud. I had no idea that my 19-year-old son had just finished showering and was standing naked inside. Just barging in on him unexpectedly and violating his privacy wasn’t the only problem. I stared at his penis for at least three seconds as I stood there. I was still staring at his penis when I involuntarily uttered those words and swiftly closed the door.

I was staring at his penis, his very small, flaccid penis. Well, the glans of his penis, anyway.

My first instinct was to turn and walk away as swiftly from the situation as possible. But I didn’t. I stood there momentarily, wondering if I should say something more as an apology. Then I heard the soft sound of him weeping from the door’s other side.

This time I knocked first. “Edward, may I come inside.” After receiving no response, I slowly opened the door once more. I saw him sitting on the closed seat of the toiled, his towel now wrapped around his waist. His hands were covering his face. I could tell it was of the brightest shade of crimson underneath.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub adjacent to the toilet where he sat. Water that remained from his shower immediately soaked through the seat of my Capri pants. I couldn’t have cared less. I placed my hand softly on his bare shoulder to reassure him.

“Edward, I’m so very sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you while you were naked. It’s OK.”

“It’s not,” he replied, his voice muffled by his hands still held over his face, “It’s not.”

“I promise that it’s not that big of a deal. I’ve seen you naked before, you know. It’s nothing to be -”

“You saw it. I saw you staring at it. You couldn’t take your eyes off it, and now you know…”

“Know what, Edward? What is it that I know?” I was rubbing his shoulder with my hand, trying to comfort him.

“You know, Mom. You know how small my penis is now…” his voice trailed off.

He was right. My state of shock wasn’t induced simply by seeing my son naked. What I beheld with my eyes for that three seconds that seemed like they lasted forever was a tiny, pink glans that was flush with the surface of his pelvis. I saw no visible shaft in-between. Had I not known he was 19, I would have thought it belonged to a boy half his age. The image was seared into my mind’s eye, and I wished I could rid myself of it.

As his mother, I did a terrible job protecting his feelings, not only by staring at it but also by making the accompanying exclamation I did. All I could think to do was to continue rubbing his shoulder reassuringly. He finally lowered his hands from his face, then just stared down at the floor before him. Tears ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

“I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be small most of the time, sweetie,” I lied. The truth was that I could tell it was abnormally small for a young man his age. I tried to comfort him nevertheless.

“No, Mom. It’s always small like this.”

“Even while you’re…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because of my sheer embarrassment.

“Erect?” He completed my sentence for me, then paused, making a very awkward silence, and whispered, “Yes. I mean, it’s a little larger and longer, but not much.”

My heart sank; it broke for him. I felt even more guilty. If this was some kind of medical condition, perhaps his father and I could get him help. Maybe we should have gotten help much earlier. But how would I have ever known?

Then, in my attempt to break the subsequent awkward silence between us, I spoke before thinking about what I was saying.

“Do you grow hair down there?” Did I say that out loud?

“Yes,” he responded immediately, “A lot. But I, um, shave it off. That’s why it looks that way.”

“Why?” Again, why did I ask such a stupid question?

“The hair gets in the way when I pee because my penis is not long enough to hold and aim at the toilet. I usually sit down to pee anyway.”

“I see,” I said, unsure what to say next. I looked down at his lap. His towel was still wrapped around his waist as he sat, sufficiently obscuring it from my view.

I was not using my best judgment to tell you the truth. My maternal instincts should have overridden any foolish thoughts that I had. I should have walked away from the door after closing it and let him deal with the trauma of having been seen. I should have never mentioned it afterward, perhaps pretending it never occurred.

That’s not what happened at all.

My curiosity overwhelmed me as I sat beside him, still staring at his towel-covered lap. I slowly reached down and touched the edges of the towel where they met. He looked up at me, confused. I tried to give him the most loving expression on my face that I could make as I attempted to part the edges of the towel.

“Let me see, sweetie,” I whispered as I pulled the towel apart to reveal him again.

“Mom, no. Please…” he responded. His hands moved to stop my own.

“Let me see it. Trust me. It’s OK.” He didn’t move his hands away, but he gave no resistance when I took them into my own, moved them, and then slowly opened up the towel to expose his lap. He closed his eyes in humiliation, knowing precisely what I would see when I did.

He had an erection. My eyes involuntarily widened upon seeing it.

It indeed was small. His pink glans were slightly larger than it was in its flaccid state but perfectly shaped. Visible to me was perhaps two inches of the shaft below it. The entire thing was no thicker than my feminine thumb.

As small as it was, as humiliated as he may have been by me looking at it, I found it to be beautiful to behold, perhaps even majestic in its diminutive nature. Strangely and maternally, I fell in love with it because it was his, my adult son’s tiny little penis.

Suddenly as if reacting to my gaze, it throbbed. A clear bead of his syrupy precum slowly emerged at the tip. I licked my lips involuntarily.

“Edward, may I ask you a question? Why is your penis erect? Is it because I’m looking at it?”

“I think I want to die…” he murmured.

“You have no reason to be embarrassed, sweetie. You never have to be embarrassed with me. Never. But will you tell me, please? Please tell me why it’s erect right now.”

He lowered his hands from his face once again. While staring at the floor below, he began, “I’ve always been mortified at the thought of any girl ever seeing it. I’ve always known that they would laugh at how small it is. My biggest fear, though, has always been that you might see it. I never wanted you to see how small it is. But…”

“But?” I prompted.

“For some reason, even though I’ve always been afraid for you to see it, now that you have, I’m, um, I’m…” his words trailed off.

“Aroused?” I asked.

He looked up at me at that moment and into my eyes. “Yes, ” he whispered, “Please don’t hate me for it. Please, Mom.” His tears fell freely.

“I could never hate you, Edward. I could never hold something that you have no control against you. I promise,” I reassured him and smiled tenderly.

“It’s my biggest secret. I’ve never shared it with anyone else before. I’ve never even let my guy friends see me naked because of it. You’re the only one that knows. My mom is the only one who knows how tiny my penis is.” His voice cracked with each word.

“I’m sorry. It’s not like you had a choice with me walking in unannounced on you.”

“I know, but I would have never been brave enough to show you otherwise.”

“Wait,” I paused a moment and had to process what he had just said to me. Did he mean to say what I heard? “Edward, are you telling me that you’ve wanted to show it to me before this happened?”

“Yes, Mom. More than anything…”

“You’ve… fantasized about me seeing it?”

“I’ve fantasized about you seeing it and seeing how small it is. I can’t explain it. I know it sounds horrible, and I’m probably a horrible son for it -”

“No, Edward,” I interrupted and placed my hand on his chest, “It’s OK. I understand more than you realize. I don’t think this is the time for me to explain to you why, but I do.” I saw it throb again in my peripheral vision. It was weeping sweet precum continuously. “Edward, I want you to know something. I think your little penis is beautiful. It’s the most beautiful little penis I’ve ever seen because it’s yours. I made it with you inside of me.”

Upon hearing my words, his eyes suddenly widened as if in surprise. “Oh no. No. Please…” he exclaimed as he moved both hands immediately to cover his lap. “No, no, uh… uh…” His eyes tightly closed, his mouth opened slightly, and he stopped speaking.

Suddenly my nostrils were assailed by the smell of young, masculine musk and a scent similar to bleach. I looked down at his lap, but his hands were now obscuring his erection completely from my eyes.

I knew what was happening, though. I was a connoisseur of the substance causing the new smell in the room.

My son was ejaculating. He was ejaculating underneath his hands, which were obstructing my view.

He was ejaculating because of me.

Without thinking, I reached out to embrace him. I said the first thing that came to my mind, “It’s OK. Let it all out. Let it all out for me. It’s OK. Good boy. You’re my good little boy. Show mommy how much sperm your little penis can make.” I rubbed his chest and shoulder throughout his climax, whispering those words from my lips until it culminated about 15 seconds later. The smell of his cum in the small enclosed room was almost overwhelming.

Then my guilt hit me like a sledgehammer. What have I done? What did I just say to my son?

He sat motionlessly, obviously humiliated. I reached over and drew a length of toilet paper from the roll. “Let me help you clean up,” I whispered as I moved his hands away from his lap, my persistence overcoming his attempt to resist. He then realized that I was aware that he had climaxed.

“I’m so embarrassed. I’m so embarrassed…” he whispered repeatedly.

His little penis was once again flaccid. His pearlescent white seed, quite copious in its amount, had all pooled between his legs. The sight of it was even more intoxicating to me than its smell.

My pussy tingled. What was wrong with me?

I pressed the toiled paper between his legs to soak up his cum while wiping his legs, glans, and hairless scrotum. I could feel the warm wetness of it soak through to my fingers. A tiny bead of cum emerged from his urethra, the remnants of his sexual release. I took the tissue and delicately wiped it from the tip of his tiny glans.

Gently urging him to stand up, I lifted the toilet’s lid and tossed the semen-filled tissue inside. I flushed the toilet while lowering the lid once more. His tiny flaccid penis was now level with my eyes as he stood there. That’s when I noticed how small his scrotum was. His testicles were small as well.

“I’m sorry. I can’t believe that happened. I’m so humiliated -”

“Don’t be. It’s OK. It was really… um…”

“What, Mom?”

“Erotic,” I whispered my answer. I was now the one closing my eyes in embarrassment at the sound of my own words. When I opened them again to look at him, his eyes were wide, but now with surprise. Or was it wonder?

“Really?”

“Yeah, really, Edward. A woman usually can’t help but be aroused by the sight and smell of a man’s semen.” I relented.

“You enjoyed seeing that?”

“Probably just as much as you enjoyed showing it to me.” Kill me now. I can’t believe I just admitted that to him.

“Please don’t tell dad I did this. Please -”

“Your father will never know about this. I promise.”

“Mom, can I ask you a question?” he sat back down on the seat of the closed toilet. He was no longer attempting to cover his penis. It had once again become flaccid and returned to its original tiny size. His little pink glans seemed to be looking upward toward the ceiling.

He was enjoying allowing me to see it as much as I was enjoying being able to see it.

“Of course, sweetie. What would you like to know?”

“Dad’s big, isn’t he? I mean, he has a really big penis…”

My jaw was about to hit the floor upon hearing his question. “What… why… why would you ask that?” I whispered in response as if someone could listen to us. No one else was in the house.

“I’ve never seen him naked, but I’ve seen the outline of it through his sweat pants sometimes or when he wears too tight shorts.”

Why would my son want to know how large his father’s penis is? Why would he want me to confirm that it’s enormous?

“Edward…” my voice trailed off, unable to think exactly what to say.

“He is, isn’t he? He has to be because of the sounds you make at night and the words you sometimes say to him when…”

I froze. I was now really in shock. “You listen to us make love?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but yes.”

“And you… enjoy listening to us?”

“More than you can imagine, Mom. Mostly, I enjoy listening to you…”

“I see.” I was trying to process what he was saying and, more importantly, what it meant. “May I ask why you enjoy listening to me?” Why did I ask that? Why?

“Because I’ll never hear a woman make those same sounds with me or say the same things you say to dad.”

My pussy wasn’t just tingling. I was wet. Extremely wet. I felt hot, flushed, and bothered.

“What things have you heard me say, Edward?”

“I can’t say them to you, mom. You’ll just hate me even more -”

“Edward,” I interrupted him again, “I do not hate you, nor will I ever hate you. I just want to know… I want to know what I’ve said to you… that you enjoyed hearing me say the most.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me. Please? I want to know.”

“It’s when you tell him that you love sucking his big fat cock. When you tell him, you love tasting and swallowing his cum. I’m sorry…” His hands again went to his face to cover them in his embarrassment.

Then, in a moment of lust and poor decision-making, I reached up and removed his hands from his face. I lifted his chin with my finger and looked into his eyes. I whispered, “Yes, Edward, your father has a very large cock. And yes, Edward, your father’s cum is very delicious.”

I happened to look down at his tiny penis at that moment. I noticed that it was hard again. It was weeping its precum profusely for me once more.

And that’s when everything changed between Edward and me.

*****

EPILOGUE

Edward and I continued to exchange secrets between us. At my insistence, I observed his little penis ejaculate for the first time. I disrobed for him one day at our pool and convinced him to skinny dip with me. His erection was uncontrollable.

That’s when he and I had a frank conversation about my need for a large cock during sex, and his small penis would never be able to satisfy a woman given his small size, possibly sexually. For that reason, I took it upon myself and arranged for him to have his first but humiliating sexual experiences with an escort while I watched. In return, I recorded his father fucking me with his enormous cock and gave Edward the recording as a masturbation aid.

 

Read Part 2 Here.

 

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