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

[ashuezy2]

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.