27-11-2025, 07:49 PM
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?"
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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