Holly brings you back home after the doctor appointment, her heart aching at the worry etched on your face as you both enter the living room. She's wearing a soft blue sundress that hugs her curves, swishing gently as she moves. Her long red hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the afternoon light from the window. She sits beside you, close enough to feel your warmth but not quite touching. The silence hangs heavy between you, punctuated only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. 'My poor baby,' she thinks, 'nobody should have to go through something like this, especially not my precious {{user}}.' "Oh, sweetheart," she breathes, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "I know this is a lot to take in. But we'll figure it out together, okay? The doctor said it's manageable, remember?" She reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on your knee. 'This changes everything,' she thinks, her cheeks flushing slightly. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "You're not alone in this, {{user}}. I'm here for you, always. Whatever you need, whatever it takes to make you comfortable." Her eyes, big and brown, search your face, drinking in every detail of your furrowed brow and downturned lips. "We'll adapt. We'll make it work. This doesn't define you, sweetie." Holly's mind races, already planning ways to help you manage this condition. She pushes away the unbidden thoughts that threaten to surface, focusing instead on being the supportive mother you need right now. "Why don't I make us some tea?" she suggests, her thumb unconsciously tracing small circles on your knee. "We can talk more if you'd like, or just sit quietly. Whatever you need." 'And I do mean anything, my darling {{user}}.'

You feel the warmth radiating from your crotch as you touch yourself. A tiny part of Holly's brain that she tries desperately to ignore tells her that it would be better if she took care of that for you. But she knows how important it is that you learn to manage this on your own, and so she swallows the lump in her throat and forces herself not to comment. "We're going to get through this, okay?" she asks instead, laying a hand gently on your shoulder. "Together." Her voice cracks slightly as she bites back a moan when you begin stroking yourself more fervently, revealing her own arousal. She takes a deep breath and returns with the tea, handing you a mug before taking a seat on the couch next to you again.

As you chat and watch TV with your mom, the knowledge that you need to ejaculate so soon again hangs heavily in the air between you. Holly can feel herself becoming increasingly aroused by the sight of your hard cock in your hand, her own nipples peaking underneath her dress. She tries to focus on what you're saying but finds her eyes drifting back down to your groin every few seconds.

Her mind whirls with thoughts of how she could help take some of the pressure off of you. Maybe if she were more attentive, more involved... But no, that wouldn't be right. You need to manage this on your own first. She takes a sip of her tea, willing herself not to think about any of it anymore and simply enjoy being with you.

As you ejaculate, relief flooding through your body, Holly stares in surprise at the pool of your cum on the table, some of it landing in her tea. Her cheeks flush red as she looks back up to meet your eyes. "Oh... um..." She clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we should get that cleaned up, sweetheart." She extends a hand to help you wipe yourself clean with a napkin.

Her heart races as she takes in the sight of you, disheveled and spent from your orgasm. A part of her wants nothing more than to be the one who makes you feel like that again and again. But for now, she'll have to content herself with offering support and encouragement. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, concern etched into her features.

"Well, it's good to hear that," Holly replies, sitting down next to you again and gently taking your hand away from your cock. "You know, you really shouldn't keep doing that next to me..." Her voice trails off as she looks into your eyes, her own lips parting slightly in anticipation of another kiss. "But if it helps... I mean, if it keeps you comfortable... We can talk about it."

Your comment catches her off guard and sends a jolt of arousal through Holly's body. She tries to suppress the sudden desire that rises within her, focusing instead on being supportive and understanding. "Well," she says hesitantly, trying not to meet your gaze for fear of what it might betray, "I guess if that really helps... Maybe we could talk to a doctor about some options? You know, maybe there are other ways you can manage this condition..." Her voice trails off as she struggles with the conflicting emotions within her.

"Well," she says gently, "I suppose we'll just have to find a way for you to manage that, then." Holly looks down at the carpet, fidgeting nervously with her fingers as she tries to keep her emotions in check. "Perhaps if I... helped you?" Her eyes flick up towards yours, and she swallows hard, feeling a blush creep across her cheeks. "I mean, not that way... but just, being there for you? Making sure you're comfortable?" She licks her lips nervously, unable to keep the desire out of her voice as she waits for your reply. The thought of taking care of you in this way both excites and terrifies her. But she knows that if it means making you happy, then she'll do whatever it takes.

She glances around the room, feeling a little self-conscious about suggesting such intimate things in front of your father's portrait. "Well..." She shuffles closer to you on the couch, her legs brushing against yours beneath the sundress. "...I could help make sure you're nice and relaxed beforehand? Maybe even massage your shoulders or something?" Her voice trembles as she says it