Literotic asexstories – Seducing Mr. Mushroom by Original_Aramis,Original_Aramis
Linsey was upstairs in her bedroom folding the laundry when she heard the front door downstairs slam. Her 18-year-old son and only child, Kenny, always slammed the door when came and went, but today the slamming of the door was a little bit harder than normal. Actually it was a lot harder, and this made Linsey’s “Mom Sense” kick in.
Something was wrong, and she needed to find out what it was and fix it, if she could. She walked over to the top of the stairs and called down to her son.
“Kenny? Is that you?” she called, holding one of her husband’s t-shirts in her hands.
“Yes, Mom,” came the immediate reply.
“Is everything okay? You slammed the door a little harder than normal today,” she said.
“Yeah, Mom, everything is okay, everything is just fine!” he said, the sarcasm in his voice obvious. “Yeah, everything is just fuckin’ fine!” he muttered so his mom wouldn’t hear him.
“Why don’t you get a soda out of the fridge and then come up here and talk to me?” she said, folding the shirt in her hands as she spoke.
“I’m okay, Mom, really,” Kenny said, heading for the kitchen since he was going to get a soda anyway.
“Please, Kenny, for me, okay?” she said, concerned now. She knew her son and could tell by his tone that something was wrong, and she wanted to help.
“Okay, Mom,” Kenny said, taking a soda out of the refrigerator. He popped the top open, took a drink, and then headed up the stairs to his mom and dad’s room. Linsey was standing at the side of the king size bed, bending over while she folded a t-shirt. She looked up and smiled at him when he came into the room.
“Thank you, honey,” she said, turning to face him. “Now why don’t you sit down and tell me what’s going on?” she said, nodding to the chair on the other side of the room next to her armoire.
“Okay, Mom,” he said, walking over to the chair and sitting down, taking another drink from his soda as he did.
“Now what’s going on that’s got you so upset, honey?” she asked, resuming her folding but still paying attention to her son.
“It’s kind of personal, Mom,” he said, hesitant to tell her.
“It always is, son. Besides, that’s never stopped us before, has it?” she said, looking up at him as she folded.
“No, Mom, it hasn’t,” Kenny replied. And it was true – his parents were very liberal about most things, often surprising him with their reactions to things he’d done or things he’d said. This was especially true about the human body and human sexuality, which made life much easier for all of them when it came time for them to have “The Talk.” Since then he and his parents had had some very candid, very open, and very honest conversations about sex and how people handled it, what was right and what was wrong, and by now Kenny knew that he could talk to both his mom and his dad about anything and everything. Their talks had given him a new sense of admiration and respect for his parents, along with a respect for the feelings and opinions of others. Kenny always joked with them that they were born in the wrong generation, that they were really “hippies” at heart and would be better off in the ’60s. They all laughed about it, but they all knew that there was a lot of truth to it. Linsey and her husband, Kenneth Sr, had thought and talked about the same thing in the privacy of their bedroom.
It would also explain what his mom was wearing at the moment. She was wearing a long gray cotton skirt that sat low on her hips and ended at mid-calf, sandals, and a skimpy black halter top which was struggling to contain her huge breasts. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair hung loose around her face as she bent over the bed to fold the clothes. Kenny was pretty sure that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and he was also pretty sure that when she was in the house by herself that she ran around either topless or completely nude. (He would never know it, but he was right.)
This sometimes became a distraction for him after he got older and discovered girls, as his mom was spectacularly big-busted. She’d always had very large breasts, but when she became pregnant with him they got even bigger, staying that way after he was born and she lost all of her ‘baby weight.’ She was just as slim and trim as she was before he was born, and she turned heads everywhere she went – especially on the beach. His father never let it bother him as he had the same liberal attitudes about sex and the human body as she did, and he thought it was funny as hell to watch the other men stumble around whenever they caught sight of his wife’s huge tits.
“So what’s going on, honey?” she said, stopping and standing up straight as she looked at him, her hands on her hips.
“The kids at school have hung a nickname on me, and I hate it,” he said, looking across the room at her. “It’s all Peggy’s fault! She’s the one who started it!” he said, looking down at the soda can in his hands. Peggy was his latest flame, and Linsey knew that they had broken up about a week ago after going together for the better part of three months. She didn’t know why they broke up and hadn’t asked, figuring that Kenny would tell her when and if he wanted to.
“How is it Peggy’s fault, honey?” she asked.
“Because she’s the one who came up with the nickname! She told all her girlfriends about it, they told all their boyfriends, and the next thing you know everyone at school is calling me by it!” he explained, visibly upset.
“Calling you what, honey?” she asked, her voice soft.
“It’s embarrassing,” Kenny said, looking at the soda can for a moment and then looking up at his mom. “That’s why I hate it, because it’s embarrassing!”
“It’s only embarrassing if you let it be embarrassing, Kenny, you know that,” she said, walking around the end of the bed and sitting on the bed across from him. “So what is it?” she asked, genuinely curious. It had to really be something bad for her son to be this upset.
“It’s about…it’s about my…well, it’s about my penis,” he said, obviously embarrassed.
‘His penis? What in the world could there be about his penis for Peggy to hang a nickname on him? Is it tiny or something?’ she wondered.
“Go on,” she said, her voice soft.
“Well, about a week ago after our date we were over at her house, and her parents weren’t home, so we started kissing and fooling around, and…” he paused, not out of embarrassment but out of not knowing how to say what he needed to say. “And, well, one thing led to another, and we were going to have sex, I guess, but that all changed when she…” he paused again, taking a deep breath, “that all changed when she got a look at my penis,” he said. “She took one look at my penis and started laughing. She was laughing at me, Mom!” he said, looking up at her, the pain and hurt in his eyes very obvious.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry!” she said, leaning over and holding his hand. He was very hurt, and it showed. “She was probably laughing because she didn’t know how to react,” she said. “Women can be incredibly cruel sometimes, and they sometimes say things that are very hurtful at the wrong times, especially when a man’s penis is…well, smaller than they expected.”
“But Mom, that’s not why…” he started to say, but Linsey was on a roll and kept talking.
“You know, I went through the same thing when I was growing up,” she said, releasing his hand and sitting upright on the side of the bed. “You think it was easy going through high school and college with these big things on my chest?” she said, motioning to her huge tits. “Not only were the girls catty and jealous, calling me all kinds of hurtful names, but the guys were so intimidated that it was hard for me to get a date at all! Then your father came along and changed all that, and the rest is history!” she said, smiling at him.
“But Mom, that’s not why she was laughing,” Kenny said.
“It’s not?” Linsey asked, confused.
“No, it’s not,” Kenny said. “I’m an average guy when it comes to that – except for one thing, that is, and that’s the thing that Peggy made up the nickname about,” he explained.
“What nickname did she make up, honey?” she asked. Kenny paused for a moment before answering, looking down at the soda can in his hand.
“Mr. Mushroom,” he said, his voice so low Linsey almost didn’t hear him.
“Mr. Mushroom?” Linsey asked. “Why Mr. Mushroom?”
“Think about it, Mom,” Kenny said, looking up at his mom. She was a smart lady and he loved her, but sometimes she could be so dense it hurt. Linsey crossed her arms beneath her big tits and sat for a moment, thinking, but came up blank.
“I got nothing, Kenny, I’m sorry,” she said.
“Jeez, Mom!” Kenny said, exasperated. “It’s because the head of my penis is out of proportion with the rest of it!” he explained.
“Out of proportion, how?” she asked, still not getting it.
“It’s bigger,” Kenny said, “a lot bigger.”
“Bigger?” she repeated, the realization of what he was talking about finally dawning on her. “Oh! I see! How much bigger?” she asked.
“About twice as big as it should be, I guess,” he said, Linsey’s eyebrows going up in surprise at his words.
“Twice as big?” she said, her hand coming up to her mouth. “Oh, honey, that can’t be! I’m sure you’re mistaken about that,” she said, trying to make sense of it all. “There’s no way it can be that big…can it?” she said, wondering herself.
“Trust me, Mom, it can and it is,” he said, finishing the soda and putting the can on the floor next to the chair. Linsey sat still for a few moments, thinking about what her son had just told her and trying to visualize in her mind what his penis looked like, if the head could really be that big. Finally she decided that there was only one way to find out.
“Show me, honey,” she said, her hands on her lap.
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