Hesitate

You hesitate for only a second.

The order sits heavy in the air—jack those tiny white dicks for me, slow—and the hypnosis plus the little-beta-penis rule make refusal feel impossible. Beside you, your dad’s hand is already moving. You match his pace exactly.

Your fingers wrap around your soft little cock. It barely fills your grip. You begin the slow, obedient strokes she demanded, the same modest up-and-down rhythm your dad is using. Both soft white cocks are being worked in unison right in front of her, staying small and only half-firm at best under the deliberate, almost reluctant pace.

Your mom’s eyes light up with pure, slutty satisfaction.

“Yesss… just like that. Look at them. So little and soft even while you’re touching them. God, I love how pathetic they stay.” She spreads her knees wider, short skirt riding up until the bare lips of her pussy are visible. Her voice is breathy, ditzy, and dripping with hunger. “Mommy needs real cock. Big black cock. Thick, heavy, veiny black cock that actually stretches me open and fills me up. The kind that makes these tiny white things look like jokes.”

She watches every slow stroke with glassy, lust-drunk eyes, one hand drifting down to lazily rub her own clit while she talks.

“Keep going. Slow. I want to see them stay small the whole time I’m talking about what I’m going to take. Those little dicks are just for laughing at and for following instructions. That’s all they’re good for now. Stroke for Mommy. Show me how useless they are while I tell you about the black cocks that are actually going to fuck me.”

Your hand keeps moving, matching your dad’s pace stroke for stroke. Your little cock hardens only slightly, never getting close to full size, the head shiny with the beginnings of precum. The same is true for him. Both of you stand naked in the living room, obediently jacking your modest white cocks while the bimbofied, cock-hungry version of your mom stares and describes exactly what she wants instead.

She lets out a soft, needy moan, fingers still working between her legs.

“Fuck, I’m already wet just thinking about it. A real black cock, heavy and dark, resting on my tongue… then pushing all the way into my throat… then balls-deep in my pussy while you two keep stroking those tiny things like good little betas. You’re going to watch. You’re going to stay soft and small and useless. And you’re going to keep jacking exactly like this until Mommy says stop.”

The wet sound of three hands—yours, your dad’s, and hers—fills the living room. She shows no sign of telling either of you to stop.

What do you do?

Keep the exact slow pace she ordered, eyes on her, letting her keep talking about black cock while you both stroke your little white ones for her entertainment.

Quietly ask, still stroking, whether she wants you to go any slower… or if she wants you to describe how small it feels in your hand while she talks.

Let your eyes drop to your own modest cock in your fist, then to your dad’s, accepting the shared humiliation while continuing the slow strokes exactly as instructed.