Reluctantly and nervously Jake agreed. She would close her eyes, he would stand in front of her, drop his pants, and she would test him for a hernia. Sarah scooted to the edge of the couch and held her hands in front of her. “Okay, when you’re ready, put my hands on your legs and I’ll go from there, okay?” With her eyes closed she felt the alcohol more. She felt almost dizzy. She was trying to remember the alcohol percentage on the bottle when she was distracted by the sound of Jake’s belt.
She heard his jeans drop and then the sound of his underwear sliding down his legs. With her eyes closed, she was focused on the sound. The sound of underwear coming off, usually a sexual sound when it’s this close to your face. Jake hesitated a moment with his penis out in front of his mom’s face. He was nervous, but it was her idea. He put her hands on the outside of his thighs. Her arms were fully outstretched.
“Okay, come a little closer. I won’t bite,” the words slipped out and Sarah thought it was a weird thing to say. She was definitely buzzed. She winced at her words as the thought popped into head. Jake’s penis in my mouth. It was a passing thought as to why what she said was weird. She moved on. “Okay, I’m going to touch you underneath your scrotum and push a little, okay?”
“Okay,” Jake replied, his voice almost shaky.
Sarah moved her hand up from below to where she thought would be beneath his scrotum. Something she didn’t expect to feel touched her wrist and she realized after a moment it was the tip of his penis hanging down. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said as she lowered her hands. She didn’t expect his penis to hang that low. She was used to his father’s, whose soft penis sat above his balls. Her head was spinning from embarrassment and alcohol as well as the intense curiosity she now had about her son’s size.
“It’s okay,” Jake reassured. He was fine. It wasn’t as bad as he thought. He was more concerned with her finding it weird than himself.
She slid up his thigh, finding his scrotum. “Wow”, she thought, “big balls too”. While she touched his scrotum from beneath to find the right spot his penis rested partly on her wrist. She could feel that it was large and heavy for a soft penis. She was distracted by her alcohol fueled curiosity. It took her a moment to find the right spot. “Okay,” she said, “cough for me.” He coughed. “Turn your head to the right and cough… now to the left.”
As he was doing as she said, she lost herself for a moment. She knew that she could open her eyes just a little and see without being caught, so she did. She opened her eyes just enough to see through her lashes. His penis, almost as thick as the wrist it was laying on. His balls were large too. She forgot to pay attention to his cough. She thought drunkenly, “he’s thick. Manly. He’s got full balls. Who did he get it from? Not Shawn that’s for sure”. She saw his abs and with the hand that was still on his left leg she noticed his firmness and strength. “He’s really strong. I bet he could if he wanted to, and I couldn’t stop him”. She had gone from concerned to horny and was not fully in control.