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

[ashuezy2]

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.