Obsession - Sex Stories

Obsession

... make little comments and jokes to each other about Brian’s penis at bath time like: “He’s gunna be quite the lady killer.” “That’s quite the little package he has there.” “I hope he grows into that.” Little remarks like that. I bathed Brian until he was almost seven-years-old, when he informed me he thought he was too old to be washed by his Mommy. For the next few weeks, I inspected my son head to toe after he was finished bathing. Satisfied with the job he was doing without my help, I let him wash himself from then on. Well―One evening a while back, Brian was in high school I guess, I walked in on him in the bathroom. He was standing with one foot up on the tub and he was drying himself after a shower. Although it all happened pretty fast, my eyes went right to the thing hanging between his legs. Literally, I mean it. It was hanging! When I recalled the incident to my s****r some days later, I remember using the words 'snake like'. It was easy to see that “The Washburn Curse” was going to skip a generation. From what I thought I saw, his penis was already quite a bit bigger than his father’s, and noticeably thicker as well……And Brian was SOFT! As a matter of fact, it was the thickness that had caught my attention in the first place. I was a bit taken back. {The incident reminded me of some pictures that my girlfriend and I had seen in a magazine when we were teenagers. My girlfriend, Cindy, had taken it from her b*****r’s room and snuck it to her room one night that I ...

... was sl**ping over. The name of the magazine was “Too Big”. We were amazed by the pictures, but that’s another story entirely.} Anyway― Brian looked up and saw me gawking. I must have been standing there with my mouth hanging open. “Moooommm!” He squealed and quickly covered himself. I promptly apologized and shut the bathroom door. I stood outside the door with my hand still on the doorknob, shaking my head slowly in disbelief. I wondered if I’d really seen what it was I thought I’d seen. I couldn’t have, I told myself. I know that as his mother the size of his penis shouldn’t have concerned me. In my defense, in the beginning, I just wanted to know if my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was surprised that I was giving this so much thought but I couldn’t seem to stop. I needed to know if what I saw was real or was it just something my imagination was bending out of proportion, so-to-speak. I began to wonder if maybe it was just the light or maybe the way he was standing. I mean, if it were as big as it looked, certainly I would have noticed something like that― Around the pool―At the beach. I don’t understand why it was so important to me, one way or the other, but it was. I found myself thinking about it a lot in the days and nights after that. I even found myself sneaking fleeting glances at the front of his shorts and his bathing suit from time to time to see if maybe I could see an outline or a reference to its size, but everything he wore was baggy. Perhaps it was more ...