Jeff’s mom let out a quick shriek, covering her mouth. Examining Jeff over, who was currently stuff as a board, his mother stood still for a moment, visibly contemplating what it was she was currently looking at. As was always the case with her, Jeff’s mother couldn’t help but talk out loud when thinking.
“Is this.....? Is Jeffrey.....? With something like.....? Well, he is a growing boy. You’ve walked in on him playing with himself God knows how many times. Though..... Does he enjoy men? Oh, don’t be silly, Lauren. You’ve always known your little Jeffrey was secretly gay. He always was such a sensitive and thoughtful boy for his age. Not that you love him any less! It’s actually a relief, knowing your little baby won’t be getting anyone pregnant.”
Jeff held back a shocked gasp, beyond humiliated hearing his mother talk about him like this. Did his mom really think he was homosexual all this time? Wait, was he homosexual? He had been looking at the other guys’ in the shower at school recently. All nice and naked and soapy.....
Jeff twitched in his mom’s hand, startling her. “Oh! My, my, battery operated? Little rotor action? Aren’t you an interesting fella?” Jeff felt himself heating up, the embarrassment of his mother mistaking him for a dildo warming his entire body.
“Ooh. And it’s heated? Jeffrey, where did you find this little son of a gun? Mommy likes.....” Jeff felt a wave of panic come over him. He wanted to scream and writhe around, but the idea of his mom finding out he was now a penis? No way.
Suddenly, Jeff’s mom began inspecting him, feeling his testicles and stroking his shaft. “Oh, it even has a foreskin? How cute. So soft and squishy. And so detailed. How much did this cost? The testes are so realistic..... and the size. Ohhh, the little hairs are such a nice touch!”
Jeff’s mom held her penis-sized, penis-shaped son up to her face, and sniffed. “Hmmm. Smells fine. If Jeffrey’s been using this in his.... *ahem*, then..... well, it’s good to know he’s still cleaning up his toys after all these years.”
Jeff wanted to die. The humiliation. Oh, GOD, the humiliation. How could this possibly get any more awkward?
Jeff’s mother looked around, and again, thought out loud. “Lauren, no..... you shouldn’t. It’s your sons..... but..... Ted hasn’t been close..... and you haven’t had an orgasm in over eight months now with all the housework and chores.”
Jeff would give his left nut (which was currently approximately 24.5% of his total body mass) to have hands so he could block his ears. He wanted to vomit, this was so gross to listen to.
Suddenly, without hesitation, Jeff’s mom opened her shirt and bra, sticking Jeff into her left cup, against her D-cup, 43-year-old breast. Jeff almost screamed, but at this point he was too far into the game to let his mom find out.
Suddenly, he felt his mom’s breast jiggle, and he felt her walk around. Though muffled, he heard her say, as she patted him under her clothes: “Just going to finish up some housework. Then you and I are going to have some playtime.”