Does It Bite?
"Before you come to any assumptions as to whether you will live or not, why don't you slip your hand into my pants and check how big it is yourself, mom?" I said as I saw the dazed expression on her face, as if she were wondering if she should have an ambulance on standby, just in case her pussy tears and she doesn't immediately die of blood loss.
My mother normally would've hesitated if I asked her to touch her son's cock, but because she was so scared of my penis and wanted to know more about it, like she was gauging the enemy she was going to face, she actually agreed to what I said with an eager look on her face.
"Can I, Kafi? Can Mommy touch your penis directly?" She asked as she poked my shaft, like she was checking if it was really alive. "It won't jump on my hand and bite me, would it?"