Stomp on it as you do!

You need to keep up with her. To give her to yourself. You need her now.

“Would you rather help me whenever I have an erection or deal with twice as many periods?”

“That’s hardly even a balanced question. If I can avoid having more of those things, I’d do so in a heartbeat.”

“That’s good. I kind of have one now. I’ve been trying to hold off.”

“Well why didn’t you say anything? I could have gotten you off as soon as it popped up. How bad is it?”

You felt your penis throb aggressively. It’s bad. Very bad.

“It’s starting to ache.”

“Alright. C’mon then. Drop your shorts and show me.”

“U-um. Okay.”

You weren’t expecting her to be so forward about it, but if that’s how she’ll help then so be it.

When you do pull down your drawers, you see something less than adequate for such a woman. While not too unimpressive, your rock-hard 5 inch cock is barely comparable to such immense curves. You need some bigger equipment. Maybe your mother can help.

“Hey, mom?”

She’s sat beside you now, cradling your penis in her soft palm.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“W-would you rather I have a foot long penis and lemon sized balls or that I can’t cum?”

“What would the point of me helping you with your boners be if your couldn’t finish? Plus, a little more never hurts.”

All at once your arousal soars to a new level. You watch the rod in your mother’s hand lengthen and swell fatter, the new weight settling against your hips. Your testicles, instead of being left to hang, are now cupped in her other hand, still filling with more seed.

Now you have a tool worthy of her curves.