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

The heat radiating from her lips pressed against his was impossible to ignore, and a frantic tingling surged through his entire frame as she ran her fingers through his hair. This experience was entirely foreign to him; he had never shared a kiss with anyone before. Having been too timid to even contemplate dating, he had never harbored such feelings for another person until now.

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

Mia, sensing his blatant lack of experience, immediately took charge. Her tongue glided into her son’s mouth, beginning to trace rhythmic circles against his own. It was a sublime sensation for her to kiss him this way, allowing her deep affection and rising lust to fuel the fervor of the act.

After a lengthy embrace, she finally pulled her lips away and stared at Oliver, a self-satisfied smirk dancing on her face.

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

"Hmmm, that was quite a passionate performance for a beginner, but we’ll fix that soon, Ollie. I’m going to teach you many things that will transform you, sweetheart."

"But... it’s... wrong," he whispered in protest. However, his voice trembled, lacking any real conviction. Oliver’s gaze flickered toward his father, who appeared completely unbothered by the scene. On the contrary, Adam had been watching his stunning wife with admiration, seemingly enjoying the sight of his son being intimate with her.

"Look at your father, honey," she instructed, gently turning his head toward Adam. "Does he look like a man who finds this shameful?"

Oliver hesitated before looking again. His father lay on his side facing them, hands tucked under his head, observing the scene with a tranquil expression and a calm smile.

"I believe he’s quite fond of the show," Mia teased with a giggle, pulling her son’s face back toward hers to press their lips together once more.

For a brief moment, Oliver tried to resist, attempting to halt his mother’s advance, but his struggles were useless against the firm grip she maintained on his head. The second their tongues met again, his willpower crumbled, and he surrendered to the moment.

As their saliva mingled, creating a slick, heated mess, Mia felt herself losing control. A low moan vibrated in her throat as waves of pleasure and love intensified within her.

The enjoyment she derived from this surpassed her wildest expectations. She felt incredibly fortunate that Adam had consented to help her mentor their bashful boy through such unconventional means.

When they eventually broke apart, they lingered in a silent stare for a beat before Oliver finally found his voice. "Why?"

"Because I love you, baby. I want you to grow into a confident, happy Young Master who won't feel timid or awkward whenever he's around girls."

"But why is Dad going along with this?" he asked, his eyes remaining fixed on his father.

Adam smiled warmly, shifting his weight to lean back against the headboard of the bed. "Because your happiness and well-being are my priority, son."

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

"Cheating? What makes you think that?"

"Well, you're married, and yet she's here kissing me and... everything else."

"Haha, that is a fact, but this isn't cheating, Ollie. She isn't sneaking around or showing me any disrespect. She sought my permission first, and she is doing every bit of this for your benefit. If anything, son, you should be showing her your gratitude."

"For real?"

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

Oliver struggled to process it. In all their years of marriage, his parents had never fought or shown any signs of friction. They had always been affectionate, constantly hugging and kissing. Perhaps that was why the idea of his father permitting his wife to kiss him and let him touch her had seemed so impossible.

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

"It is, but our care for you knows no bounds, and we will do whatever is necessary to help you break out of your shell. You are our precious boy, and you deserve the absolute best. We don't want you wasting your youth in fear of the opposite gender simply because you lack experience in relationships," Mia explained softly.

"Which is why, starting today, you will follow every instruction your mother and I give you during this vacation. Is that understood?" Adam added firmly.

Oliver felt the urge to argue against his parents' commands, yet there was an undeniable pull to the entire situation. He felt a deep attraction toward his mother, and the circumstances were making him feel increasingly aroused. The fact that his father seemed supportive and even proud of him was bizarre, yet strangely comforting.

Still, a heavy cloud of guilt and shame weighed on his mind. His entire life, he had been conditioned by society and religion to avoid sin, yet here were his own parents encouraging his actions.

Sensing his internal conflict, Mia stroked his hair gently. "Are you feeling confused, Ollie?"

"Y-Yes."

Mia cupped his cheek, her eyes roaming over his handsome features. "Would you like me to explain it a bit better?"

"Ummmm."

Mia released his head and allowed Oliver to sit up, creating a small gap between them so he could look her directly in the eye.

"Okay. Now, I want you to kiss your hand," she commanded.

"Huh?!" Oliver blurted out, his face a mask of bewilderment.

"You heard me. Kiss your hand."

Though he didn't understand the point, Oliver obeyed, lifting his left hand toward his mouth. He hesitated for a second, glancing at his mother who waited with an expectant smile. Finally, Oliver pressed his lips against the soft skin of his hand, gave it a light peck, and then pulled his arm away.

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

"Uh, because you're not my hand?"