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Chapter 3: Size
The backyard barbecue had dwindled to its intimate, wine-drunk core–just Daniel, his parents, and Lena draped over the patio loveseat like she’d always belonged there.
“God, Susan,” Lena sighed, swirling her third glass of pinot. “Remember Napa? That little vineyard with the–” She twirled her fingers, the gold bangles on her wrist catching the light. –“what was it, the herb-infused tasting room?”
Daniel’s mother burst into tipsy laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “Oh my god, Lena, yes–“
His father coughed into his beer.
Lena’s bare foot nudged Daniel’s under the table. “Your parents are fun, Danny,” she purred. “We’ve had some… memorable times.”
A beat.
Daniel’s stomach dropped.
His mother giggled, oblivious. “Lena got us into all the best places back then. Even that members-only club with the–“
“Private lounges,” Lena finished, her gaze locked on Daniel. “Very discreet.”
His father’s knuckles whitened around his bottle.
The air thickened. The citronella candle between them guttered.
Lena stretched, slow and deliberate, the neckline of her dress slipping dangerously low. “You know,” she mused, “it’s funny how ataşehir escort life circles back. First your parents… now you.”
Daniel’s mother tilted her head, the ice cubes clinking in her glass. “Oh? What do you mean, Lena dear?”
“Nothing,” Lena smiled, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table–hard. “Just thinking how lucky I am to know this family so… intimately.”
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Daniel’s bedroom door clicked shut, sealing them in the dim glow of his desk lamp. The muffled noises of his parents tidying up seemed miles away.
Lena didn’t waste a second.
Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, the metallic clink unbearably loud in the quiet room. When her hand slipped inside his jeans, Daniel’s head thunked back against the door with a sound that made them both freeze.
“The little guys hard,” said Lena, gently rubbing a fingertip on the head of his cock.”Fuck me from behind on your bed!”
The moment was temporarily broken by a voice from downstairs.
“Daniel?” His mother’s voice. “You up there with Lena? We’re serving dessert!”
Lena’s grip tightened, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watched him struggle to keep quiet. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. “Answer her, Danny. Tell her Lena’s serving some dessert up here”
His hips jerked involuntarily. “Y-yeah, Mom!” His voice cracked. “We’ll… we’ll be down in a minute!”
A pause. Then, “Alright, don’t take too long!”
Lena bent over Daniel’s bed and quickly hitched her skirt up. Then, slowly and deliberate, she arched back into Daniel–taking him with her; his little cock slid in easily, ready for milking.
He shuddered against her in seconds–a sharp, gasping release. Lena laughed softly, the sound low and honeyed, and rocked her hips once… twice… savoring the aftershocks until Daniel, trembling, withdrew.
“Fuck, that was quick,” Lena murmured, her smile a slow, knowing curve. “Like father, like son, it seems.Although he has a much bigger dick”
*******
The doorknob turned without warning.
Daniel barely had time to register the horror before his mother stood frozen in the doorway, her dessert plate slipping from her fingers with a ceramic crack.
Lena sprang back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Daniel fumbled with his zipper, his face burning hotter than the California sun outside.
But his mother wasn’t looking at their guilty expressions.
Her gaze was locked lower.
“Oh, Daniel…” she whispered, her voice trembling with maternal pity. “It’s… it’s so tiny.”
Daniel followed her stare down to where his penis–still hard, always small– was sticking out above his jeans during his frantic attempt to cover himself.
“No! Mom!”
“Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart,” she sniffed, already pulling out her phone. “We’ll call Dr. Rosenstein first thing Monday. They have procedures for this now.”
Lena bit her lip so hard Daniel saw tears in her eyes. Not from embarrassment. From the sheer effort of not laughing.
“Susan,” Lena managed, voice shaking,cum dripping from her pussy “it’s fine – it works!”
A beat.
His mother squinted. “…Oh.” Another beat. “Well.” She straightened her blouse, cheeks flushing. “Dessert’s getting cold.”
As the door slammed shut, Lena finally lost it, collapsing onto his bed in hysterics. “Oh my God,” she gasped between laughs, “your mother knows you have a micro–“
Daniel buried his face in his hands. This wasn’t how he imagined the evening would end.
Somewhere downstairs, his father yelled: “Susan? Why are you Googling ‘penile enlargement’?”
Lena’s laughter turned positively demonic.
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