She gasps

Her hand raises to her mouth as she takes in the scene before her, her son standing there looking very awkward wrapped in a towel with a huge protrusion coming from his crotch. When she manages to speak she say sternly “John! I am your mother, put that thing away right this second!” You look at her wishing you could just crawl into a hole and disappear “I can’t mum” you say back pleadingly, you move your hands to cover your crotch and you feel the hard tin under the towel shift as you do. “I don’t care what you what you were doing before I walked in, but it is not appropriate to present your erect penis to you mother like that, no matter how impressive…” she catches herself “I mean, how large you think it is” she finishes. You turn your back to her and give the tin a few more tugs, but it is still futile. “John! Turn around right this second and face you mother and for god sakes

You are not going to get anywhere trying to get this tin off by yourself, so it is time to swallow all of your pride and tell your mother, then crawl into a dark space and never show your face again. “Mum, I am sorry but I am in a bit of a tricky situation” she just looks at you silently. “I was ahhh having some fun and got my penis stuck and now no matter what I do I can not seem to get it out” Your mother’s head tilts slight as she looks at your confused followed by a “come again?” “I was fucking a Pringles tin and my cock got stuck in there ok!!” you shout louder than you expected. You unfurl the towel and your pringle covered cock waves slowly back and forth in its new found freedom.

Suddenly your mum kicks into mother mode and says “right, well lets get this thing off you”. She walks towards you standing right in front of you and asks “so John, what have you tried so far?” You go bright red and tell her “I’ve tried pulling and twisting but it just wont budge”. “ok, well maybe you just need an extra set of hands” she calmly states. She reaches out and grasps the tin with both hands. You think to yourself “God without the tin, my mum would be gripping my cock like this”. This thought makes your cock throb and you realise from all this suction and pulling, you are actually pretty close to cumming.

“ok John, on the count of three I want you to push the tin and I am going to pull it, and hopefully between the two of us it will pop off” a poor choice of words you think, knowing that your mum is basically holding your cock. You mum leans back against the door closing it with her butt “we don’t want you sister of father to see this now do we. OK John 1…. 2…. 3! PULL” You can see the muscles in your mothers arms straining as she pulls at the tin, you are also pushing with al your might but it is just not budging. It gets to the point where it starts to hurt and you tell your mum she has to stop before you ‘calmly’ state “MUM STOP! YOU ARE GOING TO RIP MY FUCKING DICK OFF!!”

Being no closer to freeing your cock your mum says “Ok, well lets try short quick pulls” and she starts a rapid back and forth movement, basically like being jerked off. “ I think it’s working” she says excitedly. You think to yourself “its certainly working, working at jerking you off”. You feel your balls start to churn knowing that if your mum keeps this cum you are going to cum and in a morning full of embarrassing moments you will not allow this to happen also. “mum you have to stop” you say. “why sweetie? Is it hurting?” she asks concerned but not stopping her motions. “well not but….” You don’t get a chance to finish before she cuts you off “well then we are not stopping you are almost there” once again you inwardly groan at the unknown double meaning of what your mother is saying to you.

The you feel it, a slight break in the seal. “I’m almost there” you say excitedly to your mother. This spurs her on and she doubles her efforts.