...shows him how it's done.

"Maybe you just need a little help," Lilly said, walking toward the bed where her son was currently procrastinating. She knew Peter wasn't a slacker. He had gotten right to work on his five jumping jacks earlier. Why was he having a hard time starting on his new task? Why wasn't he cumming in her panties?

She knelt down in front of him and placed her hands on her thighs.

"What do you normally do to get yourself hard?" She asked in a soft, encouraging tone, "Do you need to look at some pictures on the internet?"

"I, um..." her son stuttered. He sounded uncomfortable. Maybe she was coming on too strongly, like a micromanager. Maybe he was feeling judged for not accomplishing his task already. The last thing Lilly wanted to do was to make things more difficult for him.

"Hush hush," she soothed, softly massaging Peter's thighs with her manicured hands, "Don't stress. You're doing great, and I just know you'll get some cum into those panties in no time at all."

She looked at his groin and noticed that he was beginning to get hard in his jeans. Oh good! Lilly had accidentally found a way to help her boy! Without a thought, Lilly slid her hands up to Peter's waist and unfastened his pants. The last thing she wanted was for him to finally cum, but miss her panties and get it instead in his own underwear. What a waste that would be! Who knows how long it would take for Peter to be ready to cum again. Sure, he was young, but it could still be hours!

"Mom, I think I can..."

"I know you can, baby," Lilly cut him off. She knew her son could do it on his own, but what she was doing was working. He had spent too long procrastinating. Now that Lilly and Peter could work together, they would accomplish the task twice as fast, "I'm just helping, that's all. You're going to do the work. You're going to put that cum into those panties."

Moving her hands to her son's hips, she grabbed his pants and underwear and slid them down until his penis was fully exposed. It had been a long time since Lilly had seen her son's privates, and she was surprised to see how grown-up it looked! Even semi-erect it was sizable.

Lilly frowned. It was still only semi-erect. That will never do. She looked up at her son's, locking eyes with him. He had a scared look in his expression, as if he was nervous, or overwhelmed. Lilly wasn't sure what he was feeling, but what she did know was that he would never finish up unless he overcame his fear.

Her memory took her back to earlier days, when Peter had been a little boy. He had never been a bold boy, he was usually the kind of kid that waited until the rest of the schoolyard showed him that things were safe. It had been heartbreaking to see him stand at the bottom of the ladder for the slide and watch kid after kid pass him, all the while he stood with a nervous look in his eyes. Only after Lilly herself had taken him in her arms, carried him up the slide, and went down with him, did he know that the slide was safe. After that he never had a problem with it before.

Maybe that's what he needed again.

"Here, honey," Lilly cooed, wrapping her fingers around Peter's warm penis, feeling it get harder the moment she touched it, "You get those panties ready to catch some cum. Let mommy show you how it's done."