A Mother's Duty

I can't believe what I just walked in on. My dear son, pleasuring himself in the middle of the day. I was shocked and a little bit embarrassed. But as a mother, it's my duty to make sure my child is taken care of in every way possible. So, I put on my sweet mommy voice and offered to help.

"Sweetie, is there anything I can do to help you?" I asked, trying to sound as caring as possible.

My son looked up at me, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Uh, no, Mom, I'm fine," he stuttered out.

But I knew that he wasn't fine. I could see the frustration in his eyes, and the way he was gripping onto his bed sheets for dear life. So, I walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here for you. Let me take care of you," I said, my voice full of love and affection.

My son looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Really, Mom?" he asked.

"Of course, my love. You're my baby, and I'll always be here for you," I replied, leaning down to give him a kiss on the forehead.

And with that, I began to help my son in his moment of need.

I gently reached out and wrapped my hand around my son's shaft, feeling it grow harder and harder under my touch. I stroked him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure as he let out soft moans.

It was a little bit awkward at first, but soon enough, my son was moaning with pleasure, and I knew that I was doing something right.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I asked him, my voice soft and sweet.

My son nodded, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Mom, this feels amazing," he  gasped out, writhing with pleasure.

I continued to stroke him, picking up the pace as I felt him getting closer to climax. I used my other hand to caress his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as he moaned even louder.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped out, his body tensing up with pleasure. I smiled reassuringly at him. "It's okay, baby. Let it go," I whispered, increasing the speed of my strokes.

My son let out a loud moan as he released his load, his warm cum spilling out onto my hand. I continued to stroke him gently, milking him of every last drop until he was completely spent.

"Thank you, Mom," he said breathlessly, leaning back on the couch with a contented sigh.

"You're welcome, baby. I'm always here for you," I replied, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.

And with that, I continued to help my son on a daily basis, making sure that he was taken care of in every way possible. Because that's what mothers are for, to take care of their children in every way they can. And I was happy to do it for my son.