Mom & Son Masturbation Session

They moved into the living room, the book lying forgotten on the couch. She sat down in the chair, her legs crossed, watching as he fidgeted nervously. "You can start whenever you're ready, honey," she said, her voice soothing, yet filled with a seductive undertone that sent a thrill through his body.

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The distant hum of a lawnmower droned through the open kitchen window, the warm scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the aroma of chocolate cake baking in the oven. On the counter, a stack of colorful gift-wrapped boxes, each one holding a piece of her son's adulthood, beckoned her closer.

"Mom, can you help me with this?" James's voice echoed from the living room, pulling her from her thoughts. She wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron and walked in to find him struggling with the knot of balloons they'd bought to decorate for his birthday party.

At the sight of him, her heart swelled with a mix of pride and a hint of nostalgia. He'd shot up over the last year, his boyish frame now filled out with the muscles of a young man. She couldn't believe he was already 18. The years had flown by, and she felt a sudden urge to hold onto him, to keep him her little boy forever.

But the ...