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

[ashuezy2]

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."