NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 3 Don't You Think You're Going Too Far?

"Husband, I noticed Oliver seemed quite uneasy with physical contact," Mia murmured while soaking up the sun. "His hands were actually trembling when I gave him a hug earlier."

"Yes, I caught that as well."

"See? He has to discover how to get past this shyness because he'll never manage to get a girlfriend in the future if he keeps behaving this way."

"I understand, Mia. But what's the solution? Personally, I think our son is simply an introvert who prefers his own company. Socializing just isn't his thing."

"Perhaps. Still, it hurts to see my son so terrified of even touching a girl." Mia let out a sigh and shut her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun as her thoughts remained on her son.

An idea suddenly struck her. "What if I assist my baby in conquering his anxiety by having him practice touching a woman's body?" she proposed.

"Huh? How exactly would he practice?"

"You know... by teaching him the right way to touch a girl."

Adam remained silent for a moment before a chuckle escaped him. "Are you implying what I think you are, Mia?"

"I am."

"Haha, are you for real?! Don't you feel like that's crossing a line?"

Mia raised an eyebrow at her husband and countered, "How can it be crossing a line if it's for my son's benefit? What kind of parent wouldn't help their child resolve their issues? Naturally, it's up to how you feel about it, since I'm your wife and Oliver is your son. So... what's your verdict?"

Adam stayed quiet, and Mia shifted toward him, searching his face for a response.

After several seconds that felt like an eternity, Adam finally spoke with a grave expression. "No, I don't find it weird. It's just about the context and your intentions... If it prevents my son from being a loser his whole life, I won't stand in your way, Mia. But are you truly okay with him touching you?"

Mia didn't pause for a second.

"Yes," she stated firmly, catching her husband off guard.

"It sounds like you've been plotting this for a while," Adam joked, running his hand over Mia's thigh.

"Of course not! The thought just occurred to me now."

Mia flashed a playful grin at her husband before turning her gaze back to her son, watching him glide through the water.

***

Before long, the three of them headed back to the room after enjoying dinner and a few drinks at a local spot.

Oliver went straight for his bag to grab a pair of shorts and a baggy white t-shirt for bed, but Mia intervened the moment he touched the fabric.

"Sweetie, don't bother with the clothes. It's sweltering out, so you'll sleep much better in just your underwear."

"Are you serious? How can you even suggest that?" He gasped, his face turning a deep crimson at the prospect of being nearly naked in the same bed as his mother.

"She's right. Don't you find the summer heat unbearable? There's no reason to be modest, so just strip down, boy. Don't worry, you don't have anything we haven't seen before," Adam teased, fighting back a laugh as Oliver's blush deepened.

"Geez! Fine! I'll sleep like this! Are you happy now?!" He snapped, tossing his shirt back into the bag in frustration.

He couldn't fathom why his parents kept saying such humiliating things to him. His only wish was to have a peaceful, relaxing week at the beach without getting into ridiculous arguments with his mom and dad.

"Ollie, don't be upset. Your mother and I are only trying to help you relax, so stop stressing," Adam clarified.

"Whatever."

Oliver climbed into the oversized bed and yanked the blankets up to his chin. He rested his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling with his eyes shut. He hoped to drift off immediately, but his mind wouldn't stop racing at the thought of being so close to his mother's stunning body.

The situation made him feel frightened and anxious about the night ahead. 'How am I supposed to sleep without accidentally touching my mom or having her touch me in her sleep?'

Soon, Adam took his spot on the right side of the bed, wearing only his black boxers. He pulled the covers away from Oliver and asked, "Buddy, why are you bundled up like that? You're going to roast. Just chill out and stop being so weird. There's nothing strange about sleeping in your underwear."

Oliver said nothing, ignoring him in hopes that his father would realize he just wanted to sleep, but then Mia appeared.

She was dressed in a provocative baby pink lingerie set, featuring a lacy bra that held her impressive DD breasts and a matching thong that accentuated her beautiful rear, curvy hips, and long, shapely legs.

Her dark, lengthy hair fell in elegant waves down her back, and her gorgeous face glowed under the lamp light, making her appear even more radiant.

"What were you two chatting about? Did I miss anything good?" Mia inquired as she crawled into the middle of the bed between the two men, resting on her knees as she looked at Adam for an answer.

"Nothing, honey. Ollie is just being his usual shy self."

Mia looked down at her son, who lay there stiff as a board, noting his flushed face and the tension in his frame.

Seeing him like this made Mia feel a pang of sadness; she truly just wanted him to have a good time on this trip.

After a moment, Mia glanced at Adam, who gave a small nod, signaling his understanding.

Mia decided to break the silence. "Honey, is something making you nervous?"

"N-No. Not at all," Oliver stammered. "I'm just exhausted. I think I'm going to sleep now."