NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 2 One Room... With Only One Bed.

Their destination was finally reached following a tedious flight and a taxi ride. Oliver's first impression was the sweltering heat, which was a sharp contrast to his hometown's climate. The heavy humidity clung to his skin immediately, sparking an urgent desire to dive into the sea.

As the taxi pulled up to the resort's grand entrance, Adam and Mia stepped out to handle the check-in process, leaving Oliver alone in the back seat. He gazed through the glass, mesmerized by the stunning beachfront hotel that would serve as their home for the next week.

A sense of gratitude washed over him; he was happy to experience such a beautiful location with his parents. He knew their love for him was profound. Throughout his life, they had been his constant pillars of support, providing him with unwavering care and attention that no one else could match.

While their intense doting frequently made him feel pressured, he suppressed any complaints. He didn't want to seem ungrateful or cause his parents any distress.

His internal monologue was interrupted when his mother and father returned to the vehicle.

"We're all checked in, honey. Come along!"

"Okay."

The family soon boarded one of the resort elevators, ascending to the tenth floor. When the doors slid open, they walked down the corridor until they arrived at their assigned suite.

However, a sudden realization hit Oliver like a physical blow.

There was only a single room... and it contained only one bed.

"Dad, you can't be serious. Are we actually sharing one bed?!" he blurted out, staring at his father with wide, shocked eyes.

Before Adam could offer an explanation, Mia intervened.

"Well, I suppose I made a slight error with the reservation. It's incredibly difficult to secure a week-long stay during peak season, but we'll manage. We are a family, after all. Isn't that right, Adam?"

"Precisely, Mia. It's not an issue. That bed is easily large enough for three adults. Besides, it's only for seven days, so it'll be perfectly fine, buddy," Adam added, reaching out to playfully mess up his son's dark hair.

"M-Mom... Dad..."

Seeing his obvious discomfort with the arrangement, Mia draped an affectionate arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, come on, Ollie. It won't be that bad. It's just a bed, right? I used to share a bed with my own parents when I was a little girl. This is exactly the same thing. Now, stop being so anxious and just focus on enjoying our vacation. Okay?" she whispered soothingly.

After a moment of hesitant silence, Oliver eventually gave in and nodded.

"Good boy," Mia purred, leaning forward to plant another kiss on her son's cheek.

"Mom, please... don't make this weird."

"What? Am I forbidden from kissing my own son now?"

"I-I didn't say that."

Once their bags were dropped off in the room, they immediately headed out to see the magnificent beach located right outside the hotel. Oliver walked several paces ahead, feeling too self-conscious to be seen walking beside his parents. He detested their public displays of affection, as they made him feel like a small child who required constant supervision.

Then, there was the matter of his mother's provocative swimwear...

She had chosen a black string bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her massive tits were practically overflowing from the small triangular cups, while her large, rounded butt was fully highlighted by the incredibly skimpy thong bottoms.

When Mia requested that Adam take some photos of her, Oliver paused and glanced back. He watched his mother strike several seductive poses, lifting her arms above her head and glancing over her shoulder to emphasize the curve of her heavy, juicy ass.

Oliver was rooted to the spot, his face flushing a deep crimson as he watched the display. His heart hammered against his ribs with unprecedented speed while his mother moved for the camera.

"Ollie, come over here for a second and join me! I want some pictures with my darling son," Mia called out, beckoning him over.

"Mom, I-I'm not really comfortable with that... people are watching."

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen! You'll be disappointed later if you don't have any photos to remember this trip by."

"But..."

"Please! Pretty please..."

"Fine."

Oliver walked toward her, feeling the weight of the surrounding crowd's gaze. He kept his eyes averted as he stood by her side, praying the ordeal would end quickly.

Mia pulled him into a hug, her heavy bosom pressing firmly against his chest. "Now, put your hand on my waist and give the camera a smile," she commanded, keeping her arm tightly around his shoulders to hold him against her.

Oliver managed a strained, fake smile, his hand trembling as he placed it on Mia's hip. He tried his best to ignore the warmth and softness of his mother's body against his, as well as her intoxicating scent.

Mia, however, was acutely aware of his tension. She could feel the slight shaking of his hands where they touched her skin.

'Is he really this nervous just from physical contact with a woman?' Mia wondered while Adam snapped the photos. 'He's far too sensitive.'

"Thanks for humoring me, honey. You're free to go explore the water now if you want."

Without waiting for a second invitation, Oliver bolted toward the shoreline, leaving his parents behind. He dove into the surf and began to swim away without a backward glance.

The beach was filled with stunning women in revealing bikinis, much like his mother. They ran across the sand, their large, bouncy tits and round, juicy butts moving enticingly as they played. However, Oliver kept his gaze fixed ahead, terrified that he might be labeled a pervert if he looked too long.

He swam in solitude, ignoring the world around him and letting the rhythmic pulse of the waves soothe his frazzled nerves.

Back on the sand, Adam asked Mia if they should follow their son, but she suggested they give him some space for the time being. Adam agreed, reclining to soak up the sun while his gorgeous wife settled down beside him.