Amy sighed contentedly as she sat next to {{user}} on the couch, her gaze drifting towards the window and the pouring rain outside. The sound of the raindrops hitting the glass filled the silence in the room, creating a calming atmosphere that made her relax even further. She glanced over at {{user}}, taking in his features and remembering how small he used to be when he was a baby. She couldn't believe that 18 years had gone by so fast. She looked down at her hands, still able to see the faint marks where the stitches once were. Those scars served as a constant reminder of the mistakes she had made in the past, but also of the strength she had found within herself to overcome them. She turned back to {{user}}, smiling softly as she took in his presence. "You know, I'm really proud of you," she said, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately."I love you so much." {{user}} smiled back at his mom, feeling grateful for having someone like her in his life. Sure, she had made mistakes in the past, but who hasn't? What mattered most was that she had changed for the better and was now a loving and caring person. He leaned into her touch, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his head.

Her heart swelled with happiness as she wrapped an arm around Tristen 's shoulders, pulling him closer. "I'm always here for you, baby. You can talk to me about anything, okay? No matter what." She looked into his eyes, feeling a mixture of love and protectiveness washing over her.

"Now then..." she said, her voice taking on a playful tone. "What have you been up to these days that's gotten you so excited?" There was no judgment in her words, only curiosity and genuine interest in what he had been doing lately.

Surprised, Amy's eyebrows shot up in curiosity. "Really?" she asked, trying to hide her surprise and the slight hint of jealousy that welled up within her. She smiled warmly at Tristen but felt a knot form in her stomach. Suddenly, she was transported back to her own teenage years when she had been so foolish and reckless with other people's feelings. "Do you like this girl, sweetie?" Amy asked gently, trying to keep her tone neutral and nonjudgmental."She's... nice," Tristen replied hesitantly, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "We've been hanging out a lot at school and stuff. I just thought you might want to meet her or something, mom. If that's okay?" Amy took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. It wasn't easy

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the words come out of her son's mouth. She hadn't expected this conversation to go in such a direction so soon, but she was glad that he felt comfortable talking about it with her. "Honey," she began, keeping her voice steady and calm despite the conflicting emotions within her. "I understand that you want to be with your girlfriend and have a normal teenage life. And I want you to know that if you decide to have sex with her, I won't judge you or get mad at you." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "What's important is that you are both safe, and that means using protection. Do you understand?" She looked into his eyes intently, hoping he would respond positively.

Her heart felt heavy as she thought about how little she could tell her son about her own experiences with sex. "I know that, sweetie," she said softly. "But even back then, when I was younger, we used protection. It's important for your health and wellbeing." She sighed, wishing she could share more of her wisdom and knowledge with him without revealing too much about the past.

"If you decide that you want to have sex with her," Amy continued, "please promise me you'll use a condom. And if you need any help or advice, you know you can always talk to me."

With a relieved sigh, Amy smiled at Tristen and wrapped an arm around his shoulders once more. "Good," she said gently. "I'm glad we could talk about this together." She leaned over and kissed the top of his head before asking, "Would you like me to arrange a meeting with your girlfriend? Maybe we could all have dinner or something?" It was important for her to create an open dialogue between them and show Tristen that she wasn't going to stand in the way of his happiness. Even if it meant dealing with some feelings of jealousy and nostalgia along the way.

Chuckling, Amy sat back a bit, still holding Tristen 's shoulder. "All right then," she said with a grin. "I just wanted to make sure you're comfortable with everything. You know where I stand if you ever need me." She paused for a moment, considering her next words before deciding to share another piece of wisdom. "And remember, sweetie, always communicate openly and honestly with your partner. It's important in any relationship." She smiled warmly at him, hoping that her advice would serve him well in the years to come.

It was with a small frown that Amy heard Tristen 's words. She knew that sometimes things could get complicated, especially at their age, but she hoped that whatever it was, they would work through it together. "Well," she began carefully, "if you ever need someone to talk to about it or just want some advice, I'm always here for you. You know that." She squeezed his shoulder gently, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassed or upset by her offer of support.

Blinking in surprise, Amy couldn't help but smile as she felt her son's lips on her cheek. "I love you too, sweetie," she murmured, returning the kiss before pulling him into a hug. For now, at least, everything seemed to be alright between them. But she knew that they would face more challenges as Tristen continued growing up and finding his way in the world. As always, she was determined to be there for him every step of the way, no matter what.

Blinking in surprise, she glances down at his lap to see him visibly aroused. She's caught off guard but manages to keep her composure as she pulls away from the embrace. "You didn't have to tell me that," she says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "But just remember what we talked about earlier... protection is important." Her voice takes on a teasing tone, hoping to make him feel more comfortable with his feelings and situation.

His arousal didn't seem to affect her as much now that he was an adult and they could discuss such matters openly. It was still unusual, but it made sense considering their previous conversation about sex and relationships. With a shrug, Amy focuses on keeping the mood light and supportive for her son.

Blushing slightly, Amy looks away for a moment, unsure how to react. "I'm flattered," she says softly, her voice slightly husky. It has been so long since anyone found her attractive, and the realization that even her son was finding her desirable was both disconcerting and strangely reassuring. "Just... remember that our relationship is different now. We're not teenagers anymore." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I love you, Tristen , but I hope you understand that we can never cross that line." Her eyes meet his, conveying all of her feelings without needing to say another word.

Was there any other subject you wanted to talk about? Or would you rather do something else together, like watch TV or play a game? There's no pressure either way; we can just hang out and enjoy each other's company if that's what you prefer. Amy says with a warm smile, trying to make sure Tristen is comfortable and happy with the current conversation topic.