After my growth spurt, people started mistaking me for being my own mom’s brother. “Are you brother and sister?” some stranger would say, and my mom and I would look at each other and smile, then say “no, he’s my son.” It was funny for a while. One time after we were asked the same question by a door-to-door salesman, my mom sat me down on the couch and was acting quite strange. “This is going to sound weird, but we’ve always been good friends and very open with each other, so I figured I’d just go for it. You know your uncle died in the Gulf War..” “Yeah, Mom, of course.” “Well… this is hard to say, but… when we were kids, we used to fool around - nothing serious, just making out and maybe rubbing our… stuff together.” “Ummm… okay..” “Well, I’m just saying this because… I mean, you do look quite a lot like your uncle, and I was going to ask - if you - if you’d like - I mean, if you’d want - If you could just fuck me once.” I was flabbergasted by the words coming from my mom’s mouth. Was she asking me to get naked, get hard, and stick my dick in her - my own mother? “I knew I shouldn’t’ve said anything… forget it-” “No, Mom. I’ll do it.” “Y-you will? Really?” “Sure.” “Oh, thank you sweetie! You’re Mommy’s favorite boy!” “Okay, Mom… You don’t have to treat me like a baby, especially since, you know… I’m going to fuck you right now.” And with that, she quickly slid out of her clothes and began stroking my cock, which was admittedly a bit soft at the prospect of having sex with the woman who birthed it, along with the rest of me. But when my mom’s lips touched the head, it was as if the blood shot into my appendage, and it firmed up instantly, closing the gap between my mother’s open mouth and my bulbous tip. We fucked like animals on the couch, on the floor… and it didn’t happen only once. I guess all I can say is, thank God for people commenting on my height, or I would never have gotten physical with my mom - something that has improved both our relationship and our positivity.