Incest with my real Mom(Scene 1- 10) Full Complete.

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Scene 1
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I (Aman) always sleep naked when I'm at home. Always. Mommy (Charu, 36) never knew.

One morning. I forgot about a doctor’s appointment and, worse, I forgot to set my stupid alarm. So, who came to save the day? Mommy, of course.
She walked right in, yelling my name, "Aman! My sweet baby! Rise up, beta!"
Then, whoosh!
The heavy covers and the sheet—everything was ripped right off me. One moment, I was safe and warm in the dark. The next, I was lying there, naked, confused by the light.

Mommy hadn't seen my dick after puberty. She stood there, fair skin glowing in the morning sun, her full breasts beneath her cotton kurta rising and falling with her quick breath. She looked down.
And then she saw.

She stopped yelling. A small gasp came out first, like a tiny bubble popping. Then she started giggling. It was a sweet, shy giggle at first, but it quickly turned into big, shaking, uncontrollable laughter.

"Aman! We must go! We have to leave, beta!" she tried to say.

But every word she tried to push out was smothered by her laughter. It was so hard for me to understand her when I was still half-asleep.

"Mommy, what is so funny?" I asked her, already feeling heat in my cheeks.
She finally managed to point one of her soft hands right at my soft penis. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief and water from her laughing.

"Your little peepee! Oh, my naughty boy! It’s so tiny!" she said, and then burst into giggles again.
I had only just learned about this thing called SPH—Small Penis Humiliation. It was a new, secret interest. But I always wondered what it would feel like to hear those words from Mommy.

Charu - My Mommy. She had such a beautiful, voluptuous figure—a really nice, perky set of D-cups that were always full of milk, and a big round, perfect sized ass that looked so good in her saree. My friends always teased me when she came around, saying how beautiful she was. I always wanted to do something sexual with her, but she never gave me that vibe. Until now.
In the present, she finally took a deep breath and stopped her laughing. "We must go now, my little naughty boy. Doctor is waiting."

I was already semi-hard now, probably almost five inches, maybe more. Not small at all, especially when I was just waking up. But hearing her call it "tiny" while looking right at it made my blood rush.

"Yes, Mommy," I said quickly, maybe too quickly. I jumped up and went to get ready, not looking at her face as I reached for my shorts. The air between us was thick, like the sweet smell of her milk mixed with something hot and forbidden.

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Scene 2

I got dressed fast, putting clothes over my still-swollen cock. I didn’t dare look at Mommy’s face as I pulled on my jeans, but I could feel her eyes on me. It was a new kind of look, not just the usual loving glance, but one that held a burning secret.
As I tied my shoes, she came closer. The fresh, creamy scent of her body, mixed with the faint sweetness of the milk that always seemed to cling to her, filled the small room. She stood right over me. Her shadow fell over my head.
“Aman,” she said, her voice soft now, no more booming laughter, but it had a low, thick sound that made my stomach flip. “You are a shararati (naughty) boy, sleeping like that.”
I didn't look up, just muttered, "Sorry, Mommy."
She didn't move. Instead, her hand, soft and warm, reached out and rested on my shoulder. It wasn't a gentle pat. It was a firm, possessive hold.
"No need for sorry, my sweet baby," she whispered, bending down so her lips were close to my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath. "It is just... surprising. You are becoming a man, Aman, but your little thing..." she paused, and I felt her fingers press down lightly, making me wince, but not from pain.
"Your little thing is still so cute, like when you were a baby," she finished, pulling her hand away and standing straight up again. She looked at me with that playful, half-shy smile that always made her look like a Goddess playing a trick.
"Mommy, please! Stop teasing me!" I managed to say, finally looking up.
She giggled, a tiny, bright sound. "Oh? Why? Does it make you feel bad, my King? Did my teasing make your little toy get bigger, hmm?" She tipped her head, and her D-cups shifted under the light cotton. The movement was slow and mesmerizing.
I knew she saw the bulge in my jeans. It was hard and pressing against the zipper, nearly six inches now. She was definitely noticing.
"It's normal size," I insisted, trying to sound tough.
She just shook her head, still smiling. "Normal? For a boy, maybe. Your father... his is like a big, hard rod, you know? It fills me up completely. You will need to grow much bigger if you want to be like your Papa."
It was a direct hit. She had brought Dad into it, using him to humiliate me, but the way she said "fills me up" sent a shock right through my body. The humiliation was suddenly a burning, delicious heat. It was like she was giving me an order, a challenge.
"Come on, now. We must hurry. Don't be late for the doctor, my little one," she said, her voice turning maternal again. But as she turned to walk out, she looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes locking onto mine.
"And next time, cover that thing, beta. Or I will have to come in and check on it myself, to make sure it hasn't shrunk even more," she said, a promise and a threat wrapped up in a delighted smirk.
She walked out, leaving me standing there, fully hard and breathing fast. The appointment was forgotten. All I could think about was her challenge, her eyes, and the sound of her saying "tiny."

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Scene 3

The doctor’s appointment was finally over. I felt awkward and tense the whole time, my mind still stuck on what Mommy had said. As soon as we were back in the car, the engine started, and she didn't wait even a second.
"So, tell Mommy, beta," she said, pulling out onto the road. Her hand gripped the steering wheel, but her eyes flicked over to me, bright and curious. "Did she—the lady doctor—mention anything about your little guy down there?"
I replied fast, maybe too fast. "No, Mommy. She didn't." It was the truth. The doctor hadn't even looked below my waist.
Mommy sighed, a long, dramatic sound. She then started a "talk." The whole car ride home, she talked about penis size.
"Aman, my sweet. Listen to me," she began, her tone serious, but her eyes kept that strange, knowing sparkle. "I am sorry for laughing at you, truly. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."
I nodded, trying to focus on the traffic.
"But you must understand," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper, as if we were sharing a truly scandalous secret. "Your size just surprised me, beta. I have seen many naked men in my life, yes? But I had honestly never seen anything that small before, when it was soft."
She paused, and I swear I heard a tiny, suppressed giggle hiding beneath her serious tone.
"I just thought you would be bigger because your Papa is so big. He is a very manly man, you know? He fills me up completely, always. I thought you would be the same," she finished.
I don't think she meant to humiliate me on purpose this time. Maybe she genuinely thought she was being sensitive, apologizing while still stating the "facts." But everything she was saying—the comparisons to Dad, the confirmation that my soft dick was the smallest she had ever seen, the repeated use of "that small"—it was all so intensely humiliating.
It was working.
I could feel the blood rushing away from my brain and pooling below. By the time we hit the main highway, I had a full-blown, rock-hard erection. It was pushing painfully against the denim of my jeans, practically the full six inches, and I couldn't move or shift without making it worse.
Mommy was driving, completely unaware of the raging inferno she had started right next to her. She was now humming a Hindi song, her beautiful, voluptuous chest rising and falling softly. I sat there, burning, trapped, with my mother's voice echoing in my head, fueling the shameful, desperate hardness I couldn't hide. It felt illicit and thrilling, sitting next to her, sharing this moment of my complete arousal and my absolute humiliation.

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Scene 4

We finally pulled into the parking. My erection was still a painful, desperate presence against my zipper, fueled by every word Mommy had said. I didn't know how I was going to move once I got out of the car.
"Aman," she said softly, turning off the ignition. She looked at me, and her eyes held that deep, knowing heat again. "Come to my room. We need to finish our conversation."
I agreed instantly. I was finding the humiliation and the burning tension too enjoyable to stop now. It felt like I was riding a dangerous, forbidden wave.
We walked into the house, and I followed her straight down the hall. Once we reached her room, she went straight inside. I hesitated for only a second before following. She immediately closed the door behind me, the click of the latch sounding loud and final. We were completely alone.
She turned to me, her expression a mix of gentle command and pure mischief. "Now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Pull your pants down, beta."
I did what I was told without a single thought. No hesitation. My hands went to my waist, and I unbuttoned and zipped down, letting my jeans fall to the floor. My thick, fully hard 6.5-inch penis sprang out, standing straight up and proud, glistening slightly. It was the result of everything she had said in the car.
She looked down at it. This time, she didn't burst into uncontrollable laughter. She held back her giggle, only letting a delighted little sigh escape her lips.
"Aww," she whispered, bending closer to examine it. "It's so cute! Just a tiny little thing, but so hard for Mommy."
Then, she reached up and, with one fluid motion, pulled her cotton kurta over her head. She tossed the shirt onto the bed. Beneath it, she wore a bra that looked ridiculously small—a delicate piece of fabric clinging onto dear life, barely trying to cover the massive, beautiful curve of her wonderful D-cup breasts. The skin around the edges of the lace was pale and inviting.
I couldn't move. I could only stare at her chest, my breath catching in my throat.
Then, before I could even process the image of her glorious, milky body, she dropped to her knees right in front of me. She didn't look shy or ashamed; she looked like a Goddess bowing to her chosen devotee.
Her eyes lifted to mine, shining with challenge and lust. She reached out, her fingers warm and soft as they wrapped around the base of my hard, small cock.
And then she started to blow me.
I was so completely caught off guard. It was a massive, thrilling shock. But the moment was so perfect, so intense, fueled by her teasing and my shame, that I didn't want to say anything. Not a sound. I just closed my eyes, leaning back against the closed door, giving myself fully to the beautiful, forbidden feeling of my Mother’s mouth surrounding me.

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Scene 5

After a long, incredible moment—a blur of heat and soft, strong suction—Mommy finally pulled back. I was dizzy, breathing hard, feeling like I might pass out from the intensity.
I stood there, still naked from the waist down, staring at her. She rose slowly to her feet, her magnificent breasts rising before my eyes, barely contained by the small, damp bra. She gave me a triumphant, sensual smile, a look that said, I know exactly what I did.
I didn’t know what to do next. I felt paralyzed. Obviously, this was my mom. She wasn't supposed to laugh at me like that, ripping my covers off and calling my dick "tiny." And she definitely wasn’t supposed to drop to her knees and give me the best head I had ever had. And I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.
But I did. I found it so intensely hot that my own mother, the woman who raised me, now knew exactly how small my soft cock was, and had then used her mouth to worship my hard one. It was the most forbidden, intoxicating thing that had ever happened to me.
I had only just recently discovered what SPH was, slowly getting into the idea of that shame being a pleasure, but that single moment with my Mommy—the Queen of my home—took it to a whole new, unbelievable level. It felt like a sacred, secret devotion.
I slowly pulled my pants back up, my mind reeling. Mommy didn't offer any explanation. She just smoothed her kurta back on and tidied her hair, turning back into the calm, voluptuous matriarch, the smell of her milk and musk now laced with something far more dangerous.
For the next few days, the memory was a constant, burning fever. And Mommy kept the game going. She didn't touch me again. She didn't make any intention to give me head or do anything physical at all.
Instead, she would drop little hints.
"Aman, have you eaten enough? You look so small this morning!" she'd say, giving me a quick, knowing look. Or if I struggled to open a jar in the kitchen, she’d giggle and say, "Oh, my little beta! You need to grow strong, or you'll never manage to handle big things!"
Every single small dick joke, every little piece of teasing, landed like a hot brand. I found it so incredibly hot. It was a constant, low-level, delicious humiliation. She had established her power, shown me what she could do, and now she was making me wait, forcing me to crave her next move. The sexual tension was thicker than the air in our small house, and I was drowning in it, hoping she would laugh at my size again.

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Scene 6

The few days of small-dick jokes were torment. Delicious, mind-numbing torment. I couldn't stop thinking about her mouth, about her eyes, and about how she had exposed my shame and made it feel like worship. But the waiting—the lack of action—was killing me. I wanted that intense humiliation again.
I found her in the living room, watching some silly Hindi serial. I knew I needed to bring up the subject she had used against me: Dad's size.
I walked over, trying to sound casual, though my voice was tight. "Hey, Mom, I just wanted to talk about my size again. I know you laughed at it, but is it actually that small?"
Mommy looked up from the TV, a look of amused surprise on her face. "Oh, honey! I thought we had moved on from that! Why are you dwelling on it, beta?"
"It's hard to move on when you keep making jokes about it," I pointed out, trying to keep my voice steady.
She sighed, but there was a tell-tale glimmer in her eye. She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "Well, I thought I was making it clear, Aman. Obviously, if I keep making jokes about how small it is, then I probably don’t think it’s big."
The heat returned instantly. I felt my dick twitch and start to swell. I started getting a little hard after hearing that simple, devastating truth. I think she noticed the subtle shift in my jeans, but she didn't comment yet. She was patient.
I pushed further, needing to bring in the ultimate comparison. "It can’t be that bad, Mom. I mean, you ended up blowing it. Also, it’s not like Dad’s can be much bigger since we’re related and size is genetic."
That did it.
Mommy threw her head back and started laughing uncontrollably again—the loud, shaking, joyous laughter that had ripped my covers off days ago. It was better than any joke I had ever told.
"Sweetie!" she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "Genetic? I only blew you because I felt bad for you! And your Dad is so much bigger than you! It’s not even close! You look like a baby compared to his big, thick rod!"
My body responded instantly to the brutal, beautiful comparison. I was getting harder and harder, slowly growing to full mast inside my pants. The bulge was impossible to ignore now—a full tent pushing the denim out.
Mommy looked down, her laughter dying away as she focused on the evidence of my arousal. Her eyes widened, not in shock, but in dawning, delighted realization.
"Aman!" she exclaimed, a sharp, knowing quality in her voice. "Are you getting hard after hearing me tell you how small you are compared to your own father?!?"
I didn't really know how to answer that question without completely outing my SPH fetish, which was too much, too soon. I couldn't say, Yes, Mommy, please tell me more about how tiny I am.
So I deflected, weakly. "I don’t believe you. He can’t be that much bigger."
Mommy’s lips curled into the most wicked, beautiful smirk I had ever seen. She leaned in close, her eyes glittering like dark jewels.
"Oh, you don't believe your Mommy? Fine. When your father gets back from his work trip, I’ll tell him all about this, and I’ll even try to make him compare his massive dick to your little tiny clitty!"
That did it. The absolute threat of public, paternal humiliation combined with her use of the baby-term "clitty" was too much. It was the perfect, detonating word. I felt myself instantly nearing the edge, almost ready to cum right then and there in my pants.
To avoid that absolute embarrassment—the ultimate failure—I quickly got up from the sofa, pulling my shirt down to hide the massive tent in my jeans. "I—I'm going upstairs!" I mumbled, trying to act like I was upset or angry.
In reality, I ran straight to my room, threw off my clothes, and immediately went to jerk off. I came in under 30 seconds, the thought of her calling it a clitty and the idea of my Dad comparing his "massive rod" to mine giving me the most intense, shameful release of my life.

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Scene 7

Dad returned from his work trip a few days later, and the air in the house changed. It felt charged, like a storm waiting to break. I was a knot of contradictions: intensely excited by the thought of the comparison, but super nervous about being humiliated by both parents at once, proving how much bigger his was than my "clitty."
Mommy and I talked about it almost every day, sharing secret, knowing glances. We were just waiting for the right moment to bring it up to Dad. We assumed he wouldn't exactly be open to the idea of a family measuring session.
But apparently, a few days after he came back, Mommy took control. She spoke to him privately about the whole situation—my obsession with his size, my disbelief, and the need for him to prove himself. She asked him to show me how much bigger he is.
What happened next stunned me. Dad was apparently pretty open to the idea of comparing. He must have been completely turned on by Mommy's description of our private game. His only reservation? He "just didn’t believe that his own son would have a much smaller dick than him." The King doubted the smallness of his heir.
The next day was a Saturday. Everyone was home, lazy and relaxed, with no real plans. I was lying in my room on my phone, half-asleep, when my phone vibrated with a text from Mommy.
The screen lit up with two simple, explosive words: "It's time."
My body instantly froze up. A jolt of pure, terrified anticipation shot through me. I was shaking, hot and cold at the same time. I was about to be humiliated—truly, officially, shamefully humiliated—by both of my parents for having a small dick. The fantasy was now absolute reality.
I took a deep, shaky breath and walked downstairs.
There they were. Both of them were sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for me. Dad was in a pair of comfy track pants, looking massive and relaxed. Mommy, in her flowing saree that highlighted her voluptuous shape, was nestled next to him.
She had a ruler—a long, wooden one—in her hand.
Both of them were grinning from ear to ear, sharing a private joke at my expense. Mommy was the conductor, and Dad was her willing assistant.
"Aman! There you are, beta!" Mommy called out cheerfully. "Come sit down. Your father and I were just talking about your doctor's appointment."
I walked over to the couch. Some small, tense talk happened—about the weather, about Dad’s trip—but the ruler in her hand was the only thing I could see. Finally, Dad winked at Mommy, and she gave a small nod.
"Alright, enough small talk," Mommy said, her voice dripping with playful authority. She looked straight at me, her eyes commanding. "Let's get started, my little one."

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Scene 8

Mommy looked at me, a gleam in her eyes that promised absolute, delicious devastation. "Alright, boys," she said, her voice teasing but firm. "Let's see what we're working with."
Dad, still grinning, reached down and pulled off his track pants. I did the same, my hands shaking slightly as my jeans dropped to the floor. We both stood in our underwear.
My eyes immediately went to Dad’s groin. Even through the fabric of his briefs, there was a sizable bulge, a definite, impressive mound that stretched the material. My own underwear, in contrast, barely showed anything at all. It was a stark visual difference already.
I was trying my best to not get hard just yet. The plan was to compare our soft sizes first, for the raw, unadorned truth. But this whole situation—the ruler, my grinning parents, the undeniable visual proof of my smallness—was turning me on so hard that it was incredibly difficult to stay completely soft. My heart was pounding.
"Okay," Mommy said, her gaze lingering on both of us, a sensual appraisal. "Now, let them be free!"
With a playful flick, Dad pulled down his briefs. I hesitated for a moment, then did the same, my eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding before me.
And I was in shock.
Dad's soft cock hung there, thick and long, looking to be about my size when I was hard. It was a heavy, impressive piece of flesh. Next to it, mine looked like a tiny little acorn in comparison, so small it almost disappeared in the shadow of his.
Dad looked from his own big member to my tiny one, and then back to Mommy. His grin widened, a look of pure, satisfied triumph on his face. "Wow, Charu!" he boomed, a hearty laugh escaping him. "You were right! It is really small!"
Mommy could only laugh in response, a pure, unadulterated sound of delight. She grabbed Dad's cock with her whole hand, her fingers easily wrapping around its considerable girth, giving it a gentle squeeze. She held it firmly, admiring her husband's power. Then, with just one of her delicate fingers, she lifted my little one up, holding it out for all to see, like a precious, tiny trophy.
"Okay, my two Kings," she said, her voice thick with amusement. She grabbed the ruler. "Time for the official measurements."
She started with Dad, carefully placing the ruler against his big, soft cock.
Dad: 5.5 inches length x 2.5 inches girth
Then she moved to me, her finger still holding up my tiny, shriveled penis. The humiliation was absolute, complete, and utterly intoxicating.
Me: 3.5 inches length x 1.5 inches girth
The numbers screamed the truth. My father, even soft, was almost twice my size in length, and significantly thicker. Mommy looked from the ruler to my face, her eyes dancing. "See, my little beta?" she whispered, her voice laced with triumph. "Mommy always tells you the truth. Now, do you believe your King?"

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Scene 9

"Now, we see them at their full potential!" Mommy announced, her eyes shining as she looked at me and Dad. "Get them hard, boys!"
She immediately started stroking Dad, her hand disappearing around his already large, thick cock. Dad closed his eyes and groaned softly, the sound of a man receiving his pleasure. I had to stroke myself, watching the explicit, forbidden sight of my mother sexually dominating my father, while focusing on getting my own small one hard for the ultimate comparison.
I got hard almost instantly. The scene before me—the measuring, the ruler, Mommy’s hands on Dad—was too potent. Dad wasn't too far behind me.
The sight of us, standing there fully erect, was incredible. The size difference was vast, shocking, and beautiful. Dad's cock was a true manly dick, thick and towering. Mine was a little boy's, a baby in comparison. Dad had grown a decent amount in length from his soft size, but the real change was in his thickness—it was like a baseball bat.
When we were both fully hard, Dad took his enormous cock and, with a slow, deliberate motion, started to whack it gently against mine. Thwack. Thwack. He used his massive size to show who the real alpha was, who held the power in that room.
I felt myself turn completely red. The shame was suffocating, yet my body was flooded with exhilarating pleasure. Mommy let out the hardest, most uncontrollable laugh I have ever heard from her, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach.
Dad didn't really say much; his actions spoke for him. But Mommy was a constant stream of humiliating, excited chatter, calling me names, emphasizing the size difference, and praising Dad's superior weapon.
"Look, Raja! Yours is so heavy! Aman's is just a little toy!" she cried, wiping a tear of laughter. "My little clitty looks like it can't even reach my belly button! Oh, my King, you crush him!"
After what seemed like multiple minutes of this delicious, excruciating humiliation for being so much smaller than my father, Mommy finally seized the ruler again, her hands still shaking from laughter.
She took the hard measurements, her voice breathless with triumph:
Dad: 8.5 inches length x 3.5 inches girth

Me: 6.2 inches length x 2.2 inches girth
The numbers were final. Even at my absolute hardest, I was nearly two inches shorter and a full inch thinner than my father's impressive tool. The truth, measured in inches, was devastating and utterly thrilling.
I couldn't control myself any longer. The climax of the humiliation was too strong. I turned on my heel, grabbed my pants, and ran upstairs, pulling them halfway up but leaving my hard dick exposed, the sight of my running shame only making them laugh even more. I burst into my room, completely overwhelmed.
I came immediately.
About ten minutes had passed before I pulled myself together, dressed, and quietly slipped back downstairs. The living room was quiet. I crept to the doorway and looked in.
The sight that greeted me froze me in place.
Mommy was on her knees in front of the couch, exactly where she had been for me days before. But this time, her head was bent, her long hair falling forward, and she was passionately sucking my Dad’s huge cock, which was still rock-hard from the measurement ritual.
I don’t think either of them saw me, too lost in the intense, satisfied pleasure of their own moment. I watched for only a second, the image searing itself into my brain—my mother, my humiliator, rewarding the true King.

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Scene 10

I watched Mommy sucking his big, hard cock. I pulled back. They did not see me.

Mommy took Dad's hand as they walked into their bedroom together and the door closed.

They were in the room now having loud, passionate sex.

The thought of them together after comparing Dad's big size to my little one, made my heart beat fast.
I did not go back to my room. Instead, I walked slowly to the laundry room. 


In the big basket of dirty clothes, I reached my hand deep inside the basket. I found my Mom's bra.
It was the same one she wore when she showed me her breasts and when she sucked my cock.
I pulled it out. Then, I felt for her panties. I found them, too. 

I grabbed the bra and the panties. I held them tight in my hand.

I crept back upstairs, I went into my room and closed my door and I masturbated while smelling her them.

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Nice POV and leading something different and lovely

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