The examination room felt sterile, cold. Mrs. Henderson, a woman who radiated a certain confident warmth even in her white coat, barely glanced at Mark as she reviewed his chart. "So, Mark," she began, her voice smooth like warm honey, "you're concerned about…performance issues?" Her eyes flickered downwards, then back up, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.
Mark shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well…it's not exactly living up to expectations," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze. He was acutely aware of how ridiculous he must look, sitting there in a paper gown, confessing his inadequacy to this stunning MILF.
She leaned forward, the movement causing her ample breasts to press slightly against the fabric of her coat. "Let's see what we're working with then, shall we?" Her tone was professional, but a playful glint shone in her eyes. He hated it. He loved it.
The moment of truth arrived, and Mark's anxiety spiked. He braced himself for her reaction, the barely concealed pity, the polite disinterest. Instead, she let out a soft, almost musical laugh. "Oh, Mark," she said, shaking her head, but her eyes danced with something that wasn't quite mockery. "We're going to have to get creative, aren't we?"
"Creative?" he croaked, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yes," she purred, her voice suddenly lower, more intimate. "I think a little hands-on therapy is in order. And maybe…a blowjob. It's all part of the treatment, of course." She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over his leg. "A little domination might be just what you need to unlock its…potential." She cupped his balls in her warm hand. “Does it hurt? It should not hurt. If it hurts, you must tell me.”
His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn't how doctor's appointments were supposed to go. But as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, whispering instructions on how to please her with his limited assets, Mark found himself strangely aroused. This was humiliation, yes, but it was also intensely erotic.
He followed her lead, his hands trembling as he stroked her body. A slow, sensual handjob was his specialty, and it became hard to deny her beauty. Her touch was confident, demanding, and soon, Mark was lost in a haze of pleasure and shame. He would never see small penis the same way again. Maybe this tiny dick treatment wasn't so bad after all. He tasted mother, because she was dominating him with her beauty.
