The Talk
An SPH Experience by thetiltedknitters.
When she finally walked through the door, there was this look on her face I couldn’t read. A smirk, maybe. She came straight to me, kissed me hard, and whispered, “I did it.”
I didn’t have to ask what.
She took my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom, and before I could say anything, she had my pants down and was playing with my soft cock between her fingers. I wasn’t even hard yet, just this little thing dangling there, and she was already stroking it like she owned it.
“Lie down, babe. I have to tell you something.”
I did as she said, heart pounding. She positioned herself between my legs, her face hovering right above my groin, and I felt myself start to stiffen. She used just her thumb and forefinger to work me up, the way she always did when she wanted to tease me.
“Remember what you asked me to do?” she said, and then her tongue darted out and licked the head of my cock, eyes locked on mine.
“You told her?” My voice came out shaky, half excitement, half pure humiliation.
“Yeah, I told her about your small cock.” She grinned, then took the whole head into her mouth for a second before pulling away. “You want to hear what happened?”
I nodded, barely able to breathe.
—
She sat up cross-legged on the bed, still playing with my now fully hard four-inch erection, and began her story.
“So we were sitting in the living room, having coffee, and she asked how things were going. I said things were good, but I needed her advice. I asked her if she’d ever been with a guy who was small, and if it affected how she felt about him.”
“Oh god,” I muttered.
“She said she’d been with a few smaller guys, but no one under six inches. Then she asked why I was asking, so I told her the truth. I said, ‘Your cock is the smallest I’ve ever had.'”
My dick twitched in her hand. She squeezed it gently.
“She asked how small. I held up two fingers, like this.” My wife demonstrated, pinching her thumb and forefinger together. “She refused to believe me. Said I had to be exaggerating. So I had to take drastic measures.”
“What do you mean by drastic measures?”
My wife leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock. “I showed her pictures. I had a few on my phone from that time we were messing around with the camera. I showed her one of you hard next to a ruler.”
I groaned. The memory of that photo shoot came flooding back—her positioning me just right, making sure the tape measure was visible, laughing at how I barely reached the four-inch mark.
“She looked at it for a long time,” my wife continued. “She said, ‘That can’t be right. Is he really that small?’ I said, ‘Yes, Mom, that’s all there is.'”
My wife’s thumb traced the underside of my shaft, from balls to tip, like she was measuring me again.
“Then I accidentally scrolled too far, and a video started playing. That one you sent me of you jerking off. The four-minute one.”
“No,” I whispered, my face burning.
“Yes. I tried to turn it off, but she said she wanted to see it. So we sat there on her couch, watching you stroke your little dick with two fingers and your thumb, the whole four minutes. She didn’t look away once. Not once.”
I could picture it: my mother-in-law, this dignified older woman, staring at my tiny cock on a phone screen, watching me pump my pathetic load onto my own stomach.
“When you came,” my wife said, “she was really impressed with how much cum shot out of your little dick. She said, ‘I wouldn’t have expected that from something so small.'”
I throbbed in her grip, precum already beading at the tip.
“So then she asked if I was happy with our sex life. I told her the truth—that you make me cum, but I do sometimes wish you were bigger. That it takes effort to make it work. She nodded and said she understood.”
“Did she say anything else?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
“She said your cock looked cute. Not in a mean way, just… cute. Like a little button. She said it made sense why you’re so eager to please.”
My wife stroked me slowly, deliberately.
“Then she touched it.”
“What?”
“When I showed her the pictures, she reached out and touched the screen. But later, when she was leaving, she hugged me and whispered, ‘Next time you come over, bring him. I want to see it in person.'”
I couldn’t tell if that was a threat or a promise.
—
After she finished the story, my wife didn’t give me time to process. She just lowered her head, took my entire four-inch cock into her mouth, and face-fucked herself on it a few times, staring up at me the whole time.
I came in under a minute, shooting rope after rope down her throat, just like in the video her mother had watched.
She swallowed every drop, then looked up and smiled.
“She also said that every man in her family has at least seven inches. My dad, my brothers, my uncles. She said it’s a genetic thing. So I guess you’re the outlier, baby.”
She licked the last bit of cum off her lips.
“But she said that’s okay. She said small dicks need love too.”
The End.
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