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

[ashuezy2]

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.