Moms and their son’s peepees

Mom’s and their son’s peepees

O gosh Mom’s and their son’s dicks! My Mom began taking me to all kinds of doctors. She was “concerned and worried” that my peepee wasn’t growing. The pediatrician recommended a urologist who recommended an endocrinologist who recommended an andrologist, etc. They all confirmed that my peepee was well below average size for my age – the urologist and andrologist diagnosing micro penis – but at that time in medical practice there was nothing doctors could do except try and raise my free testosterone level and see what happened as I went through puberty. Well, nothing happened. My peepee got a little thicker but remained in the upper micro penis range – almost 2 inches erect (flaccid I’m an inny).

All throughout my mother absolutely humiliated and demoralized me about my micro penis. She often explained to me I’d never be able to satisfy a girl, I’d probably be called a sissy in gym class, I should learn to masturbate, sexual copulation would be difficult if not impossible, women would reject me because of my “deficiency”.

Well, as with most things Mom was right. I went out with girls but never had sex. I got married at 27 yrs old. My wife and I were virgins. On our wedding night I “discovered” I was too tiny to penetrate her tight vagina. In the six months that our marriage lasted I never did consummate our marriage and she divorced me.

After my failed marriage I gave up on women and found happiness and sexual satisfaction as a gay bottom, total submissive, huge SPH fetish. I knew I was gay – I masturbated to muscleman magazines while my friends jerked off to Playboy, etc. – but tried to hide it just to prove to my mother that I could have a relationship with a woman.

Yeah, there’s a gr8 sex life out their for micro penis beta bois like me. And in an ironic way my mom helped me to find it