NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 1 Mom, Please Stop Hugging Me Like That.
A sleeping young man was roused from his slumber as an electric alarm clock buzzed, coinciding with the morning sun streaming through the bedroom windows.
Reaching across his nightstand, Oliver let out a groan and pressed the stop button. He then dragged a hand over his face, yawning deeply while stretching his limbs beneath the bedsheets.
His dark hair was a tangled mess from the night's sleep, and his chocolate-colored eyes narrowed against the light filtering through the curtains.
"Ahhhh... damn it..." He sank his head back into the plush pillow and shut his eyes, resisting the urge to wake up. It took several minutes of lingering before he finally forced himself out of bed.
After a quick shower and dressing himself, Oliver made his way downstairs. In the living room, he found his mother, Mia, engaged in her morning yoga session.
She was dressed in form-fitting athletic gear, featuring a red sports bra that displayed significant cleavage and her midriff, paired with black yoga pants that clung to her generous curves and left very little to the imagination.
Mia’s shoulder-length black hair was mostly secured in a ponytail, though a few stray locks fell to frame her attractive face.
Noticing her son's gaze, her blue eyes met Oliver’s, and she offered him a warm smile.
"Morning, sweetie. How'd you sleep?" she inquired, looking up at him while transitioning into the cow pose, which emphasized her large chest.
"Uh... good."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Oliver felt a flush creep into his cheeks at how provocative his mother appeared. He watched as she moved into the downward dog position, arching her spine and lifting her voluptuous rear into the air.
He questioned whether it was normal to feel a sense of arousal seeing his own mother's body in such a way, but he pushed the thought aside. Having never dated or even felt comfortable talking to girls, he lacked any real experience with the opposite sex.
This lack of experience made him incredibly socially awkward, particularly around women, often leading to intense discomfort when 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, frequently getting flustered by minor things and panicking when put on the spot.
To cope, he tried his best to avert his eyes from his mother's tight outfit 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 browsing the morning paper.
Oliver moved to the kitchen and took a seat. His father passed him a plate loaded with bacon and pancakes, and Oliver started eating in silence.
"So, Ollie, are you ready for our trip today?" Adam questioned.
"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. Stepping up behind her son, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace and planted 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 remarked, her voice a soft purr in his ear.
Oliver’s face turned bright red as he felt his mother’s massive bust pressing against his back. Adam let out a chuckle, amused by how easily his son became embarrassed by Mia’s 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, refusing to let go of 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 whispered, teasingly licking his ear before pulling away.
"Mom!"
Adam’s laughter filled the kitchen, heightening Oliver's flustered state. "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 her husband.
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 said with a giggle.
"Umm... I think I'm done eating now..." Oliver mumbled, sliding his plate away. "I'm going to go upstairs and grab my backpack."
Mia grinned, releasing him as he stood up and hurried away without a backward glance, his cheeks still stained pink.
Turning back to her husband, she remarked, "It looks like we made our little boy feel embarrassed by giving him too much love, Adam."
Adam snorted, shaking 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.