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

"Don't try to deceive your mother, sweetheart. Your voice always trembles when you aren't being honest, so I can tell," Mia said.

"I... uh..."

"Baby, it is perfectly fine if being near a woman makes you nervous. However, you don't have to worry about that anymore, I promise. I'm going to ensure you feel both comfortable and confident around me and other females."

Oliver raised his head from the pillow, staring at his mother with a bewildered expression, unable to grasp what was happening.

"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 guided his head toward her chest, pressing his face firmly against her large tits.

"M-Mom, what are you doing?"

"Just be still and relax. Allow your mother to look after you. Trust me, honey, this is for your own benefit."

A wave of panic hit Oliver as he tried to pull back from his mother's hold, but her grip remained firm. As he struggled in her arms, he felt his face flush with heat; he was acutely aware that his father was spectating the entire scene while his own senses were overwhelmed by Mia's provocative scent.

He was well aware that feeling aroused in this situation was wrong, yet a primal part of him deeply yearned for the soft touch of Mia’s curvaceous body.

The sensation of her bosom against his skin, paired with her alluring perfume and gentle words, began to quiet his mind and soothe his physical tension.

Once he started to settle down, Mia ran her fingers through his untidy black hair, whispering affectionate reassurances to comfort him.

"There we go. That's my good boy. You realize how precious you are to me, don't you, honey?"

"Mmhm..." Oliver murmured, snuggling deeper into his mother's embrace and savoring the warmth of her skin against his.

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

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

"Good. That makes me happy. Now, turn your head and inhale deeply."

Oliver paused, reluctant to open his eyes for fear of meeting his father's judgmental look. When he finally did peek, however, he found his father watching with a supportive smile.

"What are you waiting for, son? Listen to your mother. You are safe here with your parents, and we love you very much."

"Y-Yes."

Closing his eyes again, Oliver tilted his face into the curve of her neck. He breathed in sharply through his nose, letting Mia's incredible fragrance fill his lungs.

The scent was warm and sugary, reminiscent of a day in spring, yet it possessed an indescribable quality that he found himself loving.

"Mhmmm..." A soft moan escaped Mia as his warm breath brushed against her skin. The proximity made her heart race with a mixture of joy and excitement.

His breathing grew heavy as he continued to inhale her perfume, his senses dominated by the seductive aroma.

"How is the smell, Ollie? Is it to your liking?" she whispered in his ear.

"Y-Yes..."

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

Without delaying, Oliver moved his left hand onto Mia's firm midsection. He kept his face buried against her neck to hide his mounting embarrassment.

"Don't be shy. Enjoy yourself, my dear." She placed her hand over his, moving it rhythmically across her toned belly so he could experience the texture of her smooth skin.

While she steered his hand over her body, her other hand remained on his head, keeping him tucked closely against her neck to ensure he didn't pull away.

Eventually, her hand let go, and his fingers began to wander over his mother's body of their own accord. He explored and touched the soft skin of the most beautiful woman he had ever known.

"Mom..."

"Mhm, that's my sweet baby boy. Keep going," she cooed, her eyes drifting shut as she relished Oliver's touch. "You're doing so well, Ollie. Just keep it up."

Gaining a sense of ease and confidence, Oliver traced his fingertips along the underside of her breasts. The contact with her soft flesh drew another satisfied moan from Mia.

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

Following her instructions, his hand moved to her large right breast. He began to massage the supple flesh just as she had told him to do.

He started with a gentle touch, but soon his grip tightened until her breast was bulging between his fingers.

"Ummmmmh... such a good boy."

The incredible softness was nearly driving him to lose control, and he felt a desperate urge to look at her face. He fought the impulse, however, fearing the exposure of his own emotions.

Mia noticed the slight movement of his head and smiled, sensing exactly what was on her son's mind.

She gently pushed his face back so she could see him; he was blushing a deep, vibrant red, which made her giggle.

Mia then glanced over at Adam and gave him a quick wink, a silent signal that she was ready to begin the second phase of her plan.

Adam gave a small nod, signaling his approval.

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

Suddenly, she reached for the back of his head and pulled his lips onto hers. Oliver let out a shocked gasp, stunned by the realization that his mother was kissing him.

The sudden turn of events left him paralyzed and stiff on top of her. But as the reality of the situation set in, his initial instinct to pull away was overcome by the sheer tenderness and warmth of the kiss.