Jimmy has a big problem. Make that a big hard problem. In need of some aspirin he accidentally took two of his father's Viagra! Now he's hard for no good reason and even masturbating hasn't caused the 'swelling' to go down. In a panic he goes to his mother and asks her what he should do. After appraising the situation, Jimmy's mom tells him to just lay back, relax, and let Mom handle this!
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“Well, then!” Mom laughed. “Has a mind of its own. Ah, youth.” She sighed. “Wasted on the young.”
“Okay,” she shook her head as if snapping herself out of a daydream. “Well, they didn’t cover this one in the parent’s handbook. But I guess the answer is kind of obvious,” Mom shrugged. “You have to take care of it. You know,” Mom lifted her hand and made a stroking motion.
On another occasion that would have gotten a better response from him, but if that was her only idea he was screwed.
“I know, what a damn shame.” Mom stared at his crotch, a wistful look on her face. “What a waste! Too bad you didn’t have a pretty young girl to use that up on.”
“Mom, I already…”
“Or better yet, a woman my age. Young girls are used to that, but us? One like that is a thing of the past.”
“Mom!” he snapped. “I’m your son.”
“I know,” she shrugged. “But you’re sitting here with that and as a mom I have to help you out, but as a woman? It’s a little distracting.”
Note to self, when this was all settled he needed to start hanging around his mother more because she was getting more interesting by the minute.
“You were saying, Jimmy.”
“I already did.”
Mom blinked and stared at him. “You did?”
“Yes, it was the first thing I tried I…you know.” He looked away embarrassed. “I took care of it and that was almost a half hour ago and it’s just as…uh…swollen.”
“You…got off and it’s still like that,” Mom whispered.
“Huh?” Again it seemed as if she’d been distracted.
“What do I do?”
“Oh.” Mom stared at his bulge for a moment then nodded. “You have to get off again. You’re really young and you took two. Probably needs more than one time.”
“I started to, but…” he rubbed at his temples. “Can’t believe I’m talking about this.”
“I can’t believe it’s still like that while you’re sitting here talking!” Mom nodded. “That’s impressive!”
“Not to me!” he whined. “It’s getting painful!”
“I can imagine!” Mom pursed her lips in thought.
“Should I just keep trying?”
“No.” Mom shook her head. “I think the trouble is since you got off recently it would take a lot to do it again and your hand just isn’t going to be good enough.”
“Then what am I going to do?”
“First thing is you need to relax.” Mom put her hand on his arm. “You’re going to be fine.”
“But if it doesn’t go down, then…”
“It’ll go down, honey.” Mom gave him a sly smile. “Trust me, Jimmy, your mother knows just what to do.”