NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 4 Don't Hold Back. Enjoy It, My Dear.

"Don't try to deceive your mother, sweetheart. I can always tell when you are being dishonest because your voice starts to tremble."

"I... uh..."

"Baby, it is perfectly fine if being close to a woman makes you nervous. But I promise you don't have to worry about that anymore. I am going to make sure you feel both confident and at ease around me and other females."

Confused by what was happening, Oliver raised his head from the pillow and stared at his mother.

"Huh? I... I don't understand."

Mia offered no verbal answer to his confusion. Instead, she positioned herself on her back between the two of them and pulled his head toward her chest, forcing his face against her large tits.

"W-What are you doing, Mom?"

"Just settle down and allow yourself to relax. Let your mother look after you. Trust me, honey, this is for your own benefit."

Oliver felt a surge of panic and attempted to pull away from his mother's hold, but her grip remained firm. As he struggled in her arms, he felt his face flush with heat, acutely aware that his father was spectating the entire scene while his own senses were overwhelmed by Mia's sensual aroma.

He was aware that feeling aroused by this situation was wrong, yet a primal part of him deeply yearned for the softness of Mia's curvaceous body.

The sensation of her bosom pressing into his face, paired with her alluring perfume and gentle words, began to soothe his spirit and body, helping his tension melt away.

As he grew quiet, Mia started to stroke his messy black hair, whispering affectionate words to comfort him.

"There you go. That's my good boy. You know how precious you are to me, right honey?"

"Mmhm..." Oliver leaned further into his mother's embrace, savoring the warmth of her skin against his own.

"Then do as your mommy says and be a good boy for her. Don't overthink things, and don't ask any questions. You just need to follow my lead, and everything will turn out fine. Can you do that for me, Ollie?"

He paused for a moment before nodding, signaling his understanding of her request.

"Good. I'm happy to hear it. Now, turn your head to the side and take a deep breath."

Oliver hesitated briefly, reluctant to open his eyes for fear of meeting his father's judgmental look, but he eventually opened them and glanced over. To his surprise, his father was merely watching with a supportive smile.

"What are you waiting for, son? Listen to your mother. You are perfectly safe here with your parents, who love you dearly."

"Y-Yes."

Closing his eyes, Oliver tilted his head into the curve of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting Mia's magnificent scent fill his lungs.

It was a sweet, warm fragrance that brought to mind a day in spring, yet it possessed an indescribable quality that he absolutely loved.

"Mhmmm..." A soft moan escaped Mia as his warm breath brushed against her skin. Being this close to him felt wonderful, causing her heart to race with joy and excitement.

His breathing grew heavy as he continued to breathe in her perfume, flooding his senses with the captivating aroma.

"How does it smell, Ollie? Do you like it?" she whispered in his ear.

"Y-Yes..."

"Wonderful. Now, place your hand on my stomach."

Oliver obeyed without delay, resting his left hand on Mia's firm belly while keeping his face buried against her neck to hide his shame.

"Don't hold back. Enjoy yourself, my dear." She placed her left hand over his, guiding it in a sliding motion across her toned midriff so he could feel the texture of her smooth skin.

While she directed his hand over her body, her other hand kept his head secured against her neck, ensuring he didn't pull away.

Eventually, her guidance faded, and his fingers began to wander over his mother's body of their own accord, exploring and enjoying the soft flesh of the most beautiful woman he had ever known.

"Mom..."

"Mhm, that's my sweet baby boy. Don't stop," she cooed, her eyes drifting shut as she relished every bit of Oliver's touch. "You're doing wonderful, Ollie. Keep going."

Gaining confidence as he relaxed, Oliver started to run his fingertips along the underside of her breasts, stroking the tender skin and drawing another pleased moan from Mia.

"Yes. Don't be shy, baby boy. Stroke my soft tities. Give them a hard squeeze," Mia whispered into his ear.

Following her command, his fingers shifted to her massive right mound, wrapping around it and massaging the soft flesh just as she told him to.

His touch was gentle at first, but he soon began to squeeze more firmly until her breast was bulging between his fingers.

"Ummmmmh... such a good boy."

The feeling of her softness was nearly driving him to the brink, and he felt a sudden urge to look at her face. However, he hesitated, trying to remain hidden because he couldn't bear the feeling of being exposed.

Mia noticed the sudden twitch of his head and smiled, sensing exactly what was crossing her son's mind.

She gently pushed his face back so she could see him blushing as red as a tomato, which made her giggle.

Mia then looked over at Adam and gave him a wink, signaling that she was ready to proceed to the second phase of her plan.

Adam gave a nod of approval.

Turning her focus back to her son, Mia looked into his eyes with a smile.

In an instant, she gripped the back of his head and pressed her lips firmly against his. Oliver gasped in total shock, certain his mother had lost her mind when she kissed him.

This turn of events was so unexpected that he went as stiff as a board on top of her. But