“You were in the pool …” I prompted, to get his story back on track.
“Yeah, and Aunt Gail come down wearing a killer bikini with these things tied on her hips and on her chest. She gets in and we start playing around and I thought it would be my dream come true if we were both naked together. You don’t know how many times I … you know.”
“Masturbated?” From his sheets, underwear, and tissues in his basket, I could well imagine how many times.
“Yeah, so I saw my chance and I pulled the strings on the bottom half and off they flew. And then while she was struggling I grabbed the top too. A few underwater swims gave me what I had imagined all these years.”
“It wasn’t right. Sometimes imagination is better than the real thing, young man.”
“Not in this case. Aunt Gail has a gorgeous body. All of her.”
I admit she did, and now my son was an eye witness to the fact.
“So she won’t get out of the pool now. Too embarrassed or something. But I wasn’t embarrassed, so I got out and starting diving off the side of the pool. I start noticing Aunt Gail is watching me a little bit, and then she stops and gets closer to watch every time I’m facing her.”
“Maybe that’s just your imagination.”
“No way. And get this: she’s not looking at my face; she’s looking at my cock. Did she tell you I have a big cock? Even the guys in the locker room admit it.”
“Please, Doug. All guys love to brag.”
“Even Aunt Gail said it was bigger than Uncle Vance.”
I laughed. “From what your aunt has said, that’s not saying much.”
Before I could protest or even react, Doug got up and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his running shorts and pulled them down to his knees. He straightened up and, without the least tone of shame said: “See!”
I should have turned away. I should have at least closed my eyes. I should have said something. But, I didn’t. The sheer surprise that my own son would do such a thing in front of his mother would have been enough, but added to that was the sight before me:
My son had the biggest penis I had ever seen. Even flaccid, it had to be seven inches long. And—so thick. My husband certainly had nothing to compare to this in his pants.
It must have been only a few seconds of silence, but it felt like way more when Doug said, “Mom? Mom?”
I had been staring at it the whole time. I thought Gail had been exaggerating, but now I thought she underestimated its size.
“What do you think?” Doug’s words brought me back to the moment.
“I think you should be ashamed of yourself—a prank like this. Pull those up this minute.” I tried to sound angrier than I was. Part of me wanted to know what Gail had experienced. Gail had also seen that thing erect, something I would NEVER see.
Doug tugged up his shorts and said, “So Aunt Gail is looking, like you were, and I can tell she’s getting horny.”
“DOUG!”
“Mom! It’s true. You can tell!”
Now I wondered back to when he said “like you were” if he were mistakenly implying …?
“Plus, I’ve heard you and her complain a million times about Dad and Uncle Vance not, shall we say, not paying enough attention to you in the bedroom.”