What If My Mom

"Thank god Dad didn't want to see, He just took Moms word. "How are you feeling son, any pain?'. Just like my father of old, when I fell of my bike. Man to man, any hurt?.

But this time I knew it was different, "Dad, it's ... it's different, I mean, I have never felt anything like this, it's inside, like... I don't know....."


"Don't feel bad Joe, this is something new. Nobody could explain what happened when it happened, the most important thing to remember, IT'S not your fault.

Something happened a year ago, your Mother and I have worried over it but we can't change things, it happened. So now we have to accept ..... whatever. Are you alright Joe?".

It didn't answer my question but it did make me feel better.

"Joe, your Mother is going to be real important soon, you can ask me questions but I want you to listen to your Mother, she will help you more than I can at the moment but remember, I'm always here and I'll help you any way I can".

Dad left to make a call to Washington and I got..... weepy. I wanted to cry. It wasn't my fault, I....

Mom had pulled me into her embrace before I knew what was happening. "It's ok honey, we're here for you. Just hold tight".

And I did. After the talk with Dad, I.... I just wanted to hold my Mummy. Like a little boy/girl lost, I just wanted to hold My Mommy. I sobbed into her breasts. "Why me, what did I do wrong?".

"Honey, it's not that you did anything wrong and I still love you. Remember that, your Daddy and Mummy still love you. No matter what. You are still our child and we love you".

All my thoughts about Peggy Sue disappeared that night as Mom tucked me into bed and 'love you' lingered after the lights went out.

But the next morning, Peggy Sue was back, large as life and filling my mind, my troubled mind. I was growing breasts??????????? My cock was shrinking.

We had never gone to 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours, yet. Shit, what if I got bigger breasts than Peggy Sue. Mom, help.