NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 1 Mom, Please Stop Hugging Me Like That.

A sleeping young man was jolted awake as the morning sun filtered through his bedroom windows and his electronic alarm began to buzz.

Oliver let out a groan, reaching toward the nightstand to silence the device. He wiped his face and let out a massive yawn, stretching his limbs beneath the warmth of the blankets.

His dark hair was a tangled mess from sleep, and his chocolate-brown eyes narrowed against the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

"Ahhhh... damn it..." He sank his head back into the plush pillow and shut his eyes, resisting the urge to start the day. It was several minutes before he finally forced himself out of bed.

Once he had showered and dressed, Oliver made his way downstairs. In the living room, he found his mother, Mia, mid-way through her morning yoga session.

She was dressed in provocative workout gear: a crimson sports bra that showcased significant cleavage and her midriff, paired with tight black yoga pants that clung to her curves and left very little to the imagination.

Mia’s shoulder-length black hair was mostly tied back in a ponytail, though a few stray locks framed her lovely face.

Catching her son staring, she met Oliver’s gaze with her blue eyes and offered a warm smile.

"Morning, sweetie. How'd you sleep?" she inquired, transitioning into the cow pose. The movement emphasized her chest as she looked up at him.

"Uh... good."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Oliver felt a heat rising in his cheeks at his mother’s suggestive appearance. He watched as she shifted into a downward dog pose, her back arching and her voluptuous rear tilted high into the air.

He questioned whether it was normal to feel aroused by seeing his own mother in such a state, but he tried to push those thoughts aside. Lacking any experience with girls due to his crippling social anxiety, he had never even dated, let alone held a real conversation with one.

This social ineptitude made him incredibly awkward, particularly around women. He often felt a wave of discomfort whenever they spoke to him. Maintaining a conversation was a struggle when he couldn't even manage eye contact.

Beyond his shyness, Oliver was naturally high-strung, getting flustered over trivial matters and panicking the moment he became the center of attention.

Trying to ignore her form-fitting outfit, he looked away as she continued her exercises.

"Ollie, the breakfast is ready. Come eat it before it gets cold," his father, Adam, called out. He was sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee while scanning the morning paper.

Oliver moved to the kitchen and took a seat. His father slid a plate of bacon and pancakes toward him, and Oliver began eating in silence.

"So, Ollie, are you ready for our trip today?" Adam asked.

"U-Um... yeah."

"Did you pack your things like I told you to last night?"

"Y-Yes... why?"

"Good. Because we're leaving right after breakfast!"

"Huh? Already?"

"Yes! Your mom booked us an earlier flight so we don't have to sit around at the airport all day. This will be our first time going to a beach resort in a long time, and I can't wait! Can you?"

"Uhh..."

"Come on, cheer up! I know you don't really like traveling and stuff like that, but I promise you will enjoy yourself when we get there. You get to see the ocean and all kinds of beautiful sights. Not to mention, we can spend some quality time together as a family."

"Okay... just... promise not to make me play any stupid games with you two again..."

As Oliver finished speaking, Mia entered the kitchen. She stepped up behind her son, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"What are you talking about? There are many games we could play on this trip, and they will all be fun and not stupid," she whispered, her voice like a purr in his ear.

Oliver’s face turned bright red as he felt his mother’s large chest pressing firmly against his back. Adam let out a chuckle, amused by how flustered his son became whenever Mia showed affection.

"Mom, p-please stop hugging me like that. I'm trying to eat my breakfast."

"But I like hugging you. You are my baby, after all," she cooed, keeping her arms locked around his chest.

"M-Mom! Please... Don't say embarrassing stuff like that."

"But there is nothing embarrassing about a mother loving her son. I love you, Ollie," she murmured into his ear, giving it a playful lick.

"Mom!"

Adam’s laughter filled the kitchen, deepening Oliver’s embarrassment. "You're so adorable, son. Just the way your mom always describes you," he teased, causing Oliver to turn a deeper shade of crimson.

"Not only adorable, but handsome too. Isn't that right, honey?" Mia asked.

Adam smirked, nodding his head. "Of course. After all, I do have quite charming looks; wouldn't you agree, Mia?"

"Maybe. However, Ollie got his good looks from me," she giggled.

"Umm... I think I'm done eating now..." Oliver mumbled, pushing his plate aside. "I'm going to go upstairs and grab my backpack."

Mia grinned, releasing him. Oliver stood up and hurried away without looking back, his face still flushed pink.

She turned toward her husband. "It looks like we made our little boy feel embarrassed by giving him too much love, Adam."

Adam snorted and shook his head. "You know how he gets. Poor guy doesn't have the ability to deal with much affection without getting flustered."

"True. I hope this trip will help him become more confident. Being shy is fine and all, but he's not even able to talk to his own friends because he's so afraid. That's not healthy for a young boy like him. We should encourage him to try new things and experience the world around him."

"Well, we can start with this beach trip. Maybe he'll open up more when we're surrounded by new environments."

"Exactly!"

"Alright. Finish getting ready so we can leave as soon as possible." Adam smiled, standing up to take his empty plate to the sink.

"Okay," Mia replied, smiling back at her husband.