This is a 3 chapter story.
No sex involving minors mentioned.
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When I turned 10, I was shorter and punier than most of my classmates. I was constantly mocked that when I grew up, I'd turn into a woman or at least become gay. I was too naive to understand the full implications of what my 'friends' were talking about, but I was aware that I was every boy's laughingstock. One day, a guy followed the insult with a slap that knocked me down. I returned home upset and refused to talk to Mom about it. Dad arrived 2 hours later and heard from Mom that I was angry because of something that happened in school. He asked to talk to me.
"Dad, please, leave me alone."
"Son, I taught you better than that. If you have problems, let us help, whether it's related to poor score on examination or something to do with relationships with others."
I was reluctant to talk, but Dad insisted, and eventually I opened up, "It's not fair that everybody in my class is bigger and stronger than me. They say later I'll become a woman and they even hit me."
Dad hugged my shoulder and asked softly, "Dean, do I look like a weak lady to you?"
I stared at him. He was 6', 200 pounds of pure muscle. "Of course not. What does it have to do with me?"
He left my room and came back 5 minutes later with a small box, "Here I keep my childhood memories." He opened it and showed me an old, black and white picture of a small child, "Do you recognize this guy?"
"No. Is he a cousin?"
"It's me when I was 12 years old."
"How can it be? He does look nothing like you."
"Look again. There was a dramatic change in my appearance when I went through puberty, but my eyes, the smile, and even the mole on my forehead is still there."
"Are you telling me that one day I'll look like you?"
"It is very likely. Unlike your sister, who is a miniature copy of your mother, nobody in Mom's family has your facial or body features. You are a good swimmer, which I was also at your age. These days I try to avoid going in the water because of ear problems, but I used to love diving and swimming, and between the ages of 10-14, I won several competitions. As a small-for-my-age child, I suffered bullying and registered for a judo course and then to wrestling. I remained short until I was 14, but by then my strength increased, and other kids stopped harassing me. Later that year my growth spurt started, and 4 years later I became the envy of my classmates. At 18 I found out girls took notice, and I could get almost any girl I wanted. I met Mom when I was 20. She was the prettiest cheerleader and the most sought after girl around. We began dating, and the rest is history. One last word: Your mother is still gorgeous, and I love her no less than on the day I first saw her, but don't tell her that; I don't want her to get a big head..."
I chuckled, "Dad, it's too late; I think she knows it already."
He pretended to be upset, "That's the reason she feels she can boss me around."
It became clear Dad wanted to cheer me up. I felt better after talking to him and hoped one day I'd grow to look like him. I continued swimming, and within a year was on our state team for the national championship.
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As Dad predicted, when I was 14, my growth took over my life; I noticed my pants becoming too short, and the shirts did not fit anymore. Mom joked that all our money was spent on new clothes and shoes for me. By 17, I was already 6'2" and weighing 190 pounds. I became our state champion in short distances freestyle swimming. My trainer smiled, "You work hard, and your technique is very good, but your biggest advantage is your big hands." He winked and added, "Soon, girls will start chasing you." I was still fairly innocent understanding what he meant, but it sounded like a compliment, and I thanked him.
As a swimmer, my biggest dilemma was not the performance in the pool, but to find the right swimsuit... I didn't mingle too much with the other guys, and avoided being naked when others were present. It wasn't always easy, especially after successful tournaments. Everybody was happy, cheering and celebrating.
A week after turning 18, I won the state championship in 50 meter butterfly. After the win, I took a shower, when my teammates barged in and ganged on me. I remember the surprised look on their faces when they first saw me naked. Billy blurted, "Geez, look at his cock! Dean, your thing is probably longer than John Holmes!"
"Who is John Holmes?"
"Are you kidding? Don't you watch porn? He was the first pornstar. His dick was huge. Later he died of AIDS." Everyone laughed, and I was embarrassed. I knew my penis was not small but assumed most men had similar size. Growing up in a remote conservative village, I have never watched video-porn before, although I saw some pictures of topless women.
My fear was that people would find out who was the subject of my wet dreams. It was my mother... Eight years earlier, Dad was right, and Mom didn't change much since. She was now 41 years old and still looked fantastic. Mom was 5'4", slightly over 130 pounds with wavy, light brown hair and hazel-colored eyes. I adored her pretty face, which was still without noticeable wrinkles, and her beautiful smile. However, in my fantasies, I focused on her large chest...
What can I say, being infatuated with Mom is one thing. But she and Dad had an intimate loving relationship, which I was not part of. My solution: Find a girl who would look like her.
About 2 weeks after winning the butterfly competition, I noticed several girls, who prior to the race ignored me, and now tried to make eye contact with me. I thought it was due to my achievements and felt proud of myself. One of them, Debra, who like my mother had big boobs and brown wavy hair, caught my eyes, and I returned her stare. She grinned, and I smiled back. Debra came toward me and mumbled, "Congratulations. I heard you did good in the swimming pool."
"What do you mean 'heard', you weren't among the spectators?"
"No. During the competition I was in a yoga class."
"So how did you find out about it?"
"People talk. I heard it from Billy."
I remembered that Billy was the same guy who commented about my long penis and couldn't resist asking, "Did Billy mention other things?"
She blushed, "He said you were... blessed."
I chortled, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"
She eyed me, apparently checking if I was mocking her, and said, "Of course it's a good thing. As if you don't know guys measure their dicks and exaggerate, bragging about their size..."
"I heard about it, but I thought it was a fabrication, because I feel its drawbacks. Each time I wear a swimsuit, I have to tuck it back, otherwise it interferes with my swimming."
Debra smiled, "That may be true, but I bet using it for what it was meant to be used, more than makes up for it."
"Debra, you didn't mean peeing, right?"
"No silly, during sex."
"When it's too big, it can hurt the girl..."
