Hot Blog: MY FRIENDS HOT MOM even realized what I was doing, I asked him to wrap his hand around his cock. I'm not sure why, but I guess instinctively I thought that would give me an idea of just how big it really was. I don't know why I was so fixated on the size. Here I had this virile young man naked in my living room and I was quibbling about his size. But I couldn't help it. I was in this strange state of intense arousal and deep concentration, and I found myself softly speaking my thoughts.
I said something like "Either your hands are bigger than my husband's, or your cock is smaller." I wanted to take it back the instant I realized I said it. I could tell it made him extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable, but to my complete and utter surprise he just stood there and took it. He didn't say a word, he just tried to cover himself as his eyes looked to the floor.
I couldn't believe I said that, the size didn't really matter to me. It was more of a fantasy than anything else and I didn't really believe it made that much difference. I got up from the couch and walked over to him. I stood directly in front of him and reached out and began to caress his chest with one hand, as the other slid down across his belly and toward his stiff cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it gently. A rush came over me, it was the first new hard cock I felt in twenty years, and touching it surprised me.
