The next morning was anything but normal. I got out bed, naked and with my tiny soft penis inverted into my torso like a plump pink clit. The events of last night came flooding back and suddenly I was hard, 2 inches of teenage Jewish steel sticking straight out. I considered masturbating but wasn't sure if I was in trouble or not. I poked my head out into the highway, saw the coast was clear, and then sprinted to the bathroom.
I pictured my mom's plump wet pussy with her fat dark lips and little fuzz patch. I pictured her rubbing her clit and her fisting herself. I stood in front of the mirror and helplessly I masturbated furiously. I remembered finally slipping my tongue between her lips and tasting my mom. She had just let my black basketball coach cum in her that afternoon. It was all too much. Soon I was groaning and squirting my sperm into the sink. My arousal was replaced with shame and fear as I heard my mom call out to me from downstairs. "Mark! Get down here right now!"
I ran from the bathroom to the stairs and froze. "Um," I said haltingly. "I'm not dressed yet!"
"I don't care. Get down here right now!" She barked.
I paused a second before trundling down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mother was in her lingerie. Lacy see through panties and bra. She was facing away from me, cooking breakfast.
She turned to look at me and chuckled.
"Were you jerking your little thing up there?"
I grew beet red. "No," I lied.
"Move your hands." She said softly.
I did so, revealing my twitching bump, leaking with sticky cum.
"You shouldn't lie to me," she said quietly. "I can see the cum dripping out of your little thing."
The words hit me hard and my heart raced. "I'm sorry mommy," I groaned.
"Get dressed for yard work. You're going to be working with Raoul today."
I turned around and suddenly saw Raoul on the couch in the living room. I instinctively covered my crotch but it was too late. He had seen my tiny penis. I mumbled something and ran back to my room.
Raoul. Last night my mom let slip that she had fucked Raoul, our pool boy and yard guy. He was older than me, black, college aged and ripped. My mom always brought him lemonade, and he'd be glistening, shirtless. I couldn't help but notice that there was a sizeable bulge visible through his basketball shorts. Before I knew all that I knew now, I fantasized on occasion about the girls I imagined he got.
I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and came back downstairs.
I took my place outside to start working with him. Instead, Raoul and my Mom walked out onto the patio together. I was slightly stunned. My mom had her arm wrapped around Raoul's waist and Raoul had his arm wrapped around my mom's.
My mom was still wearing her lingerie. Her panties and bra were lacy and see through. Her small fuzzy bush was visible, as were the top of her plump pussy lips, through her bottoms. Her big pert breasts were completely exposed through her bra, with her nipples hard.
Raoul was already shirtless and his big bulge was visible though his shorts. He was grinning and my mom was smiling and giggling.
"Mark, can you start by skimming the pool?" My mom asked sweetly.
"You gotta take your time and get all the leaves," Raoul chuckled.
I immediately started the task. My mom laid down on a lounge chair and Raoul started rubbing tanning oil all over her body.
I was trying not to be distracted but couldn't help but notice that my mom had shed her top. She flipped over and her huge breasts were exposed. My jaw dropped as Raoul started rubbing oil all over her breasts while my mom moaned. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw her hand rubbing the long bulge in his shorts.
My heart was racing as I spoke to them. "Um, I'm finished."
My mom sighed and told me to sweep the patio. I grabbed a broom and started sweeping around them, getting under chairs and tables. Naturally I wanted to be close to spy on them without seeming to eager or interrupting. As I approached and swept around them I caught my mom's gaze.
"Hey mark, there are a bunch of leaves under lounge chair here."
I quickly got closer and started to sweep around the chair next to them. That's when I saw Raul put his hands on my mom's hips and slowly pull down her panties. I tried to keep sweeping as my mom's vagina was exposed in front of me by our pool boy. Raul was grinning and looking at me as he pulled my mom's panties past her knees.
"Uh-oh," my mom giggled to Raul. "Looks like somebody is excited watching us."
I froze and flushed as I looked down. A little bump was visible for my shorts.
"Damn, you weren't lying," Raoul chuckled. What was he talking about?
"Oh yeah Mark, I'm sorry... I might've told Raoul that, um... You have a tiny penis." I shook with embarrassment and throbbed in front of them. "He didn't believe me when I told him how small it was. Obviously he hasn't seen one like it before."
"Yeah guys in my neighborhood, we don't have that problem," Raoul laughed. "Guess that's kinda just a white boy thing, right Mrs. M?"
My mom smiled. "Yes. I mean most white guys aren't as tiny as my son obviously. But it's like you said. Guys in your neighborhood don't have that problem. I can understand why you didn't believe me when I told you how small my son's penis was," she giggled.
"I mean, I still don't," Raoul mused. "You said it's like... A chapstick right? When it's hard? And that when it's soft it don't even look like a dick? More like a, um..."
"Like this," my mom said and spread her legs, revealing her big plump warm pussy. She slid two fingers into her wetness and pinched her clitoris. "Like a clit."
