NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 5 This Is Extreme, Right?

A wave of heat radiated from her lips to his, and as she ran her fingers through his hair, a tingling rush surged across his entire frame. This was a completely foreign sensation for him; he had never shared a kiss with anyone before. Due to his overwhelming shyness, the mere thought of dating was something he had always avoided, leaving his heart untouched by such feelings until now.

Unsure of where to place his hands, he eventually settled them on the sides of his mother's head and squeezed his eyes shut.

Recognizing his lack of skill, Mia took control. Her tongue glided into her son's mouth, circling his own in a rhythmic motion. For her, kissing him this way felt incredible, as she poured every ounce of her affection and hidden desires into the heated embrace.

After a lengthy moment of intimacy, she finally pulled away, looking at Oliver with a self-satisfied and proud grin.

"M-Mom...?" Oliver managed to stammer, his breathing heavy and labored.

"Hmmm, that was quite a performance for a beginner, but you won't stay a novice for long, Ollie. I'm going to teach you so many things that will transform you, honey."

"But... it's... wrong," he whispered in protest. However, his voice trembled, lacking any real conviction. Oliver found himself glancing toward his father, who didn't appear angry about the encounter at all. On the contrary, Adam had been watching his stunning wife with admiration, seemingly pleased to witness his son being intimate with her.

"Look at your father, honey," she whispered, gently turning his face toward Adam. "Does he look like someone who thinks this is a mistake?"

Oliver paused, looking over once more. His father lay on his side, hands tucked under his head, observing the scene with a tranquil expression and a calm smile.

"I believe he's quite enjoying the show," Mia teased with a giggle. She then pulled her son's head back toward her, pressing her lips against his once again.

Oliver tried to resist for a few brief seconds, attempting to stop his mother from pulling him into another kiss. His efforts were useless, however, as her grip remained firm. The moment their tongues met again, his willpower crumbled, and he surrendered to the moment.

Their saliva mingled into a warm, wet exchange that sent Mia into a frenzy. A low moan vibrated from her throat as she felt a surge of pleasure and love swell within her chest.

She was finding this far more enjoyable than she had anticipated. She felt incredibly fortunate that Adam had consented to help nurture their timid boy through such unconventional methods.

When they eventually broke apart, they lingered in silence, staring at each other until Oliver finally whispered, "Why?"

"Because I love you, baby. My goal is for you to become a confident, happy young man who isn't intimidated by being around women."

"But why is Dad going along with this?" he asked, his eyes shifting back to his father.

Adam smiled, adjusting his position to lean back against the headboard. "Because your happiness and well-being are my priority, son."

"But... isn't Mom cheating on you with me?"

"Cheating? What makes you think that?"

"Well, you're a married couple, and yet she's here kissing me and doing... things."

"Haha, that is true, but this isn't cheating, Ollie. She isn't hiding anything from me or showing me disrespect. She sought my permission first, and everything she's doing is for your benefit. If anything, you should be grateful to her, son."

"For real?"

"Of course," both Adam and Mia answered at the same time.

Oliver felt a sense of profound confusion. Throughout their marriage, his parents had never fought or shown any signs of friction. They always appeared deeply in love, constantly sharing hugs, kisses, and affection. Perhaps that was why the idea of his father allowing his wife to kiss and be touched by him was so hard to wrap his head around.

"But why go to these lengths for me? I know you want me to be more social, but isn't this a bit extreme?"

"Perhaps, but we care for you deeply, and we will do whatever is necessary to help you break out of your shell. You are our precious son, and you deserve the best life possible. We don't want you to squander your youth being terrified of girls just because you lack experience," Mia explained gently.

"That is why, starting today, you will follow whatever instructions your mother and I give you during this vacation. Do you understand?" Adam added firmly.

Oliver felt the urge to debate or refuse his parents' commands. And yet, there was a magnetic pull to the entire situation. He felt a natural attraction to his mother, and being in this position with her was making him feel aroused. Knowing his father was supportive and even proud of him made the experience strange, yet strangely comforting.

Still, a heavy sense of guilt and shame weighed on his mind. He had been raised with societal and religious values that warned against sin, yet here were his own parents encouraging these very acts.

Sensing the inner turmoil of her son, Mia stroked his hair softly. "Are you feeling confused, Ollie?"

"Y-Yes."

Mia cupped his cheek, admiring his handsome features. "Would you like me to explain it further?"

"Ummmm."

Mia released his head and allowed Oliver to sit up, creating a bit of distance so they could look each other in the eye.

"Alright. Now, kiss your own hand," she ordered.

"Huh?!" Oliver blurted out, his face twisted in utter bewilderment.

"You heard me. Give your hand a kiss."

Though he didn't understand the point, Oliver obeyed, lifting his left hand to his mouth. He hesitated for a second, watching his mother as she waited with an encouraging smile. Finally, Oliver pressed his lips against his own skin for a brief moment before pulling his arm away.

"Now tell me, didn't you just kiss your own flesh and blood? So, tell me, what makes our kiss any different?"

"Uh, you're not my hand?"