“I want to see,” Mother whispered, leaning down and hooking her fingers under the hem of my tee shirt and quickly pulling it up my sweaty chest, over my head and finally off over my extended arms. I felt like I was going to pass out. I knew that every drop of blood in my whole body had to be inside my achingly erect cock. I could feel every pulsing throb of my heart as it pumped more and more into it.
“Stand up—” she told me as she pitched my sweat-drenched shirt on the table where it landed by her wedding ring with a plop.
I didn’t know if my wobbly knees would support my weight as I slowly stood up, hearing the chair scrape on the floor as it was nudged rearward by the back of my knees. Holding onto the table with one hand to support myself, I watched ma as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. All I could do was watch on in a stupor as her hands lifted up to the front of my jeans.
“It looks so big . . .” she mumbled, brushing her fingers over the bulge sticking out against my jeans as she found the copper button holding them closed. Swallowing, I tried to keep my heart down inside my chest where it belonged as mom pushed the fastener through its buttonhole.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how big cocks were supposed to be. The only ones I’d ever seen were in some old postcards and they didn’t have measuring tapes included in the photos, so all you could do was guess. I knew that mine was eight inches long. I’d measured it more times than I could count. Just comparing it with the ones in the pictures I’d seen, it looked bigger, but I couldn’t really tell. I guess I’d know pretty soon though I giddily thought as I felt my mother unzipping my jeans.
I hadn’t taken time to put my underpants on when I went to get the ice and as the fly went zipping down its track, my cock, primed and ready came springing out into the open.
“My God—” my Mother gasped as her fingers stopped moving down while she stared at my cock in wide-eyed surprise. “It’s huge—” she groaned, jerking the zipper to the end of its path and then running her fingers up the swollen underside of my jutting penis.
My chest swelled up with pride for a moment before a tickle of fear crept into it. Was I too big? I didn’t know anything about fucking. I’d never done it before. Could a guy be too big? After all mom’s pussy had felt really tight on my fingers.
“Is it okay?” I mumbled, staring down at my mother as I watched her hook her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and jerk them down around my knees. As she did, the rest of my cock and my balls flopped out, flouncing up and down right in front of her staring eyes.
“Is it okay? Oh, Baby, it’s beautiful,” she cooed, curling her hands around it and slowly bending it down toward her lips.
‘What is she doing?’ my fevered brain railed. I mean, I knew, but couldn’t wrap my head around it at that moment.
I could see that the head of my prick was glistening wetly in the glare of the overhead light as mom’s lips parted and her little pink tongue slipped out from between them.