“Emmett, why thank you,” Sarah replied, the compliment going right to her hoohoo.
Gerald joked, “I still look pretty good too.”
“Yes, Dad, you’re a fine specimen,” Emmett quipped.
“Be careful, you’ll likely look like me in twenty years,” Gerald joked.
Emmett would never have said this before the revelation of under an hour ago, but he quipped, “Except with a much bigger penis.”
“Emmett!” Sarah gasped in complete shock, even though she knew this was true from her husband… her son was reportedly quite well hung.
Gerald responded with a defense, like a man would, “I just came out of the pool that time. It was cold in there.”
“So did I,” Emmett countered to his dad, even as he looked at his mom to see her reaction.
Sarah joked, “I never thought I’d be listening to a conversation of my two men having a dick length competition.”
Emmett countered, “Which I would win.”
Gerald said, “On that note, I need to use mine to take a piss, and as big as I am, I can’t reach the bathroom from here,” and headed out, barely able to hold it in any longer… having not pissed since he deposited his load in his wife and for some reason usually having to pee right after having sex.
“Boys will be boys,” Sarah shook her head, by now really curious to see just how much bigger her son really was than her husband.
“Men will be men,” Emmett corrected smugly.
“Sorry,” Sarah laughed, as she deliberately took in her handsome, well-built son, head to toe. “You really are a man now, aren’t you?”
“That’s what the ladies tell me,” Emmett shrugged, continuing to push the envelope.
“Too much information,” Sarah said, covering her ears dramatically, feigning disinterest when she was really greatly interested.
Emmett continued, seeing how far he could push the envelope, “So you don’t want to know that it’s your fault that I only date certain women?”
“Pardon?” the mother asked, curious to know what her son meant by that.
“The honest answer?” he questioned, smiling, knowing he was venturing into uncharted territory for both of them.
“No, lie to me,” Sarah teased sarcastically, always hating dumb questions, which being a lawyer, she heard often.
Emmett took a deep breath before he took the plunge, “I only go after women in nylons, and that’s why most of them are older.”
“And that’s my fault?” Sarah asked incredulously, even though the nylon thing made sense… her husband’s fetish was silky sheer nylons. She also wondered, ‘Why would he be telling me this now?’
“Yes,” he nodded, glancing down at her nylon-clad feet. “You wear them every day, and girls my age usually don’t wear them at all, so I just go after older, more mature, sexy women.”
“Oh,” Sarah said, oddly feeling like her son was hitting on her, noticing he was staring at her feet. After a pause, she added, “Well, like father like son I guess.”
“Why? Does Dad only go after older women?” Emmett teased.
“He’d better only go after one older woman,” Sarah said firmly, even as she smiled when she said it. She clarified, “Your father has a nylon fetish too.”
“Oh,” Emmett nodded, realizing his obsessive nylon fetish may not just be because his mom wore them every day, but from his father’s DNA. He joked, saying as much, “So maybe it wasn’t just you walking around every day in nylons. I began noticing as soon as I reached puberty.”