Steve has an embarrassing problem: he can’t get it up. It started a couple of weeks ago when he couldn’t have sex with his girlfriend. Since then he’s so worried about it, he can’t even get hard while watching porn. Steve is so frustrated he turns to his mother for advice. To his surprise not only does she understand, but knows exactly what to do because a good mother always helps her son!
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“And that puts more pressure on you.” Mom moved her legs and Steve looked down to see she was sliding her heels off. Her toes were painted in the same turquoise as her dress and Steve noticed that as always her long fingernails matched.
“What you need is to know it’s okay that you can just wait for it to happen. You need someone to make it happen for you.”
“Then that’s my hand or taking another chance with Ashley.” He said disgustedly, “One makes me more pathetic and the other could really make things worse.”
“No, it won’t work with her, she’s become a source of your nerves.” Mom reached up and removing the clip from her hair shook her head, causing her long black hair to cascade down her shoulders.
“But for a good reason because you want her to be happy and things to be okay. Still it adds to the problem and she’s not the answer.”
“Then what’s the answer?” Steve asked while she removed her silver bracelet, then her watch and put them on his desk. What was she doing?
“I am, honey.”
“You are?” He narrowed his eyes watching her now remove her long earrings and add them to the pile on his desk. “How are you going to help?”
“By showing you there’s nothing wrong, honey; that you just need to relax and let it happen.”
She stood up and stepping between his legs, pointed, “Take your shirt off for me.”
“What?” Had he heard her right? “My shirt?”
“You need to be relaxed and comfortable.” Mom said, “So let’s get this shirt off.”
Steve sat there stunned when his mother grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it up to his chest, “Arms up!” she laughed.
Steve lifted his arms, still wondering what the hell she was up to. He knew what it had sounded like, but he had to have been misunderstanding her. Mom tossed his shirt across the room near the hamper then to his surprise, she sank to her knees between his legs.
“Mom, what the hell are you doing?” he demanded when she unsnapped his shorts and tugged down on his zipper.
“I’m doing what I’m supposed to do, help my baby.” She smiled up at him, “Just relax, Steven, let mommy help you out.”
