Cumming to Terms - Sex Stories

Cumming to Terms

... the subject of size, and it's my question, have you ever measured yourself? She asked. "No. Could you help me?" I asked. Mom got a serious face and seemed to stare right through me for a moment. "On two conditions. First, you lock your door. It's not the type of activity we'd want your father walking in on. And second, not a word of this to any of your friends, understand. You say anything outside this room and our little candid conversations are over, got it?" She stated. "Yeah, okay." I said. Mom got up and pulled a ruler from my desk. "Lock the door." She said. I got up and ran to the door. My cock was as hard as steel, forming a tent in my boxers. As I locked the door, mom sat back on the edge of my bed with my ruler in her hand. I couldn't believe my own loving mother was about to measure the size of my swollen dick. "Come over here in front of me." She commanded. I did so, a bit embarrassed by my obvious excitement. The tent in my short hovered near moms face as I stepped in close. She giggled a little as she saw it. "Looks as if its already primed for measuring." She said. She grabbed the sides of my shorts and I looked down at her enormous boobs. The neck of her robe had lowered, revealing the first five inches of her deep cleavage. What I would give to have my cock sandwiched between those breasts. She pulled my shorts down to my knees and my dick sprung up and slapped my stomach. I heard her gasp as she stared at my rod of flesh. "Oh my God!" She said. "Is ...

... something wrong?" I asked. "No...it's just...it's just a little bigger than I expected." She said. For a few long moments mom's eyes traveled up and down my thick stalk. She gawked at my giant hanging ball-sack. "Jesus Christ!" She stated. "You think it's big enough?" I already knew the answer by her reaction. She laughed and glanced up at me, but her eyes didn't leave my prick very long. "Big enough? I can tell you right now, there's no way a girl your age is going to be able to accommidate that monster." She answered. "Shall we measure." I said proudly. "Um, okay." Mom answered. She took the ruler and layed it on top of my cock, her long, painted fingernail brushed against my mushroom-shaped head, making my whole cock twitch. "Sorry." She said. Mom placed the end of the ruler flat against my pubic bone and pushed my dick down so that it was parallel so that we both could see the reading. Mom shook her head and gasped in disbelief. "You are not 10 1/2 inches!" She said in awe. "Looks that way to me." I said with pride. "How can that be?" She said, her eyes glued to my dick. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I always heard that penis size ran in families, but your father in nowhere near this big." She said. "You mean I'm bigger than dad?" I questioned. She let out a breath of laughter. "By nearly five inches...God, you're nearly double his size, in length and in girth." She said. "Girth?" I asked. "Girth is the thickness of a mans penis. God, I'm surprised you havent ripped my panties to ...