Seeing my sons dick and I can't stop thinking about

I saw my sons dick and now I can't stop thinking about it

Before you judge me let me explain. My name is Jasmine. I'm married with 1 son. Now my son Christopher (Chris) is 14 and is very active in sports like football and baseball. A couple of days ago Chris came home from his friend's house and ran inside and was visibly upset. He didn't say hi to me and he went straight to his room. I asked by husband to check on him but he just said he's fine whatever it is he'll get over it. I couldn't ignore it and I went over to his room and knocked. I asked him what was wrong but he ignored me.

I finally opened the door and sat next to him and the bed. I patted his back and asked him to tell me what the problem was. He turned and looked at me and said I can't tell you mom. I looked at him and said why can't you? He turned red and said well it's guy problems. I laughed and said well whatever it is I'm sure I can help. He looked down and muttered I don't think you'd like what it is. I grabbed his face and said you can tell me anything I promise, even though you're growing up you're still my little boy.
I kissed his cheek and stood up off the bed and walked towards the door. Chris yelled out wait mom you promise you won't get mad or weirded out? I told him I promised and stuck out my finger to pinky promise him (something we've done since he was little). We pinky promised and he told me okay mom first can you shut the door. I nodded yes and shut the door. I turned back to face him and he was standing next to the bed.

He finally said okay mom am I small? I looked at him confused and said well you're not short for your age hon and not like too skinny. He interrupted me saying no no like small down there. He pointed between his legs. My eyes widened oh uh that's what you mean. I struggled to get out, what uh brought this uh up? Chris replied I was changing close after we played football and I didn't see Mark walking in and he saw me changing and he started tarted saying how I was small and how embarrassed I should be. I quickly got dressed and came straight here.
I told Chris well it shouldn't matter what size you are as girls care how you use it. He got upset and said Mom that's what you tell people who have small dicks.

I got flustered as I had never heard my son say that word in front of me. He then said Mom you said I can tell you and you won't be mad or weirded out. But can I show you my dick just so you can tell me if I'm small or not? I couldn't believe what we was asking. I stood there quietly thinking to myself. I finally said uh Chris I don't know if this is such a good idea. He begged me please Mom just this once and I'll never ask again. I finally gave in and said okay just this once and you cannot tell your dad about this.

He agreed and we pinky promised on it. He then stood back and said okay mom here I go, he then pull down his shorts and boxers and out sprang his hard dick. I looked at it and couldn't believe I was seeing my son's dick for the 1st time in who knows how long. Chris quickly apologized and said sorry mom it's a little hard. I told him it was okay and it was easier to get a gauge in his size. I looked his dick up and down. I couldn't believe how big he was.
He had to of been maybe 7 inches long and thick so thick. He definitely was bigger than his dad by quite a bit. He finally broke the silence and said well mom what do you think? I swallowed my spit and said uh well hon it's uh nice and definitely not uh small. His eyes got excited. Really mom you're not saying that to make me feel better? I shook my head no, I'm being honest you are a very good size. He got excited and hugged me and said thank you Mom I think Mark was just jealous that I'm big.

I smacked his butt and said of course my boy. He then grabbed his towel and said Imma go shower now bye Mom. After he left the room I sat back on his bed and kept picturing Chris's thick dick. I started moving my hands in my panties and rubbing myself thinking about it. I snapped myself out of it and left the room. Later that night I found myself thinking about what happened as I fell asleep. I want to see it again but after I told him this was a one time thing I don't know how I'll find an excuse to see it again.