Fuck that guy. Show Celina you’re better than he ever was.

“Hey mom,” you say devilishly, “How come Uncle Gary says that dad was a pindick?”

“Oh hush,” she says, “That’s just a brother being cruel. Your father’s member was completely adequate in size.”

“Adequate?”

“Yes, dear.”

“So you don’t think size matters?”

Your mom starts to get flustered. “Size is… well, a big dick, it’s special, I mean… I wouldn’t say no, but…”

You can tell your mom loves a big fat cock. No surprise.

“Are you worried you might be too small?” she asks.

You have to stop yourself from laughing. Your cock is over a foot long when hard, you’re twice as big as any boy in the locker room.

Still, you lie. “Maybe.”

“How small is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Dear, don’t be shy, I’m your mother. Please, just sit up and let me take a look at it.” There it is, your mom just asked to see your cock.

You stand up in the bed, towering over her in her robe. You wait until she’s positioned right between your legs and then you yank down your boxers.

Out comes your massive donkey sized dick. It’s not fully hard, so it’s only about 10 inches, which is just shy of hitting dear mommy right in the face as it comes out. You can tell by her wide eyes that she was not expecting this. It’s like you just showed up to a hot dog contest carrying a deli-sized salami.

“Oh dear,” your mom says, staring your purple headed prick in the eye. She’s so close to it, she can probably feel the heat from your crusty cockhead.

Those parted lips are just so inviting. It would be so easy to just grab mom by the hair and face fuck her.