Getting Some Help

Peter sat on his bed, his mother's black lacy panties in his hands, in awe of the power he now held. There was no way on Earth that his mother would have given him her panties to jack off into. Whatever the device was that Peter's uncle had sent him, it was powered by magic. It had to be!

Bringing the panties to his nose, Peter could smell his mother's musky scent, a smell he had never imagined that he would smell. Not that he didn't enjoy it. Peter didn't have a lot of experience when it came to women, and had never smelled a woman's vagina prior to this moment, and he liked it. The smell was exciting, but at the same time, because of where it had come from, dangerous. Would his mother snap out of it and demand her son answer for his actions?

As if on queue, there was a soft rap at his door.

"How's it going in there, honey?" It was his mother's voice, speaking in a gentle tone.

"I, er, haven't started yet," Peter confessed, feeling more than a little awkward talking to his mother about what he was about to do.

The door cracked open and his mother poked her head in.

"Sweetie," she said, looking at the panties in his hands, then at his groin, "You're not even hard yet! You know I didn't raise a slacker. It's time to get to work, so get some cum into those panties." She said in encouraging tones as she came into the room and closed the door behind her.

"I don't know if I can," Peter said, eyes widening, quickly losing the ability to articulate how uncomfortable he was feeling.

"Oh don't be silly," he heard his mother say as she walked toward the bed, "Maybe you just need a little help."

Then she...