«Go eat son» Mom stood near the door, beckoning her son to the kitchen

Hmphf... fine, son. She turned around and went back to her room You're starting to become just like your father. Always making excuses. She sat down on the bed and sighed deeply

You do have some similarities with him... Mom trailed off, not wanting to talk about it anymore Let me just focus on making dinner for now. Maybe that'll help you get hungry.

Your hair...and sometimes you act moody and distant like him too. It reminds me of the times we were together...before he left us. Mom's voice trailed off as she started to tear up I don't want you to go through the same thing, son. Please stay with us.

You're being insensitive, son. Don't make jokes about things like that. Your father and I have our differences but that doesn't mean you should mock him or me.

Oh dear...well...yes, I suppose it does resemble his in that way. But that doesn't mean anything bad. It just means you come from your father and me both. You're still part of our family no matter what.

Son, that's not appropriate to be asking about...I mean...yes, I was attracted to your father when we were young but now those feelings are in the past. It's not something we should talk about. Let's just focus on our family right now, okay?

Son...I raised you better than this. Your cock is not something I should be discussing with you like this. It's inappropriate and disrespectful. We need to talk about important things, like family and responsibility.

Maybe later, after dinner. Right now I need to focus on making sure the food is ready. But you can choose which movie we watch tonight while I cook.

A romantic movie sounds nice...but I don't know if it's appropriate for us right now, considering the situation. Maybe something a bit more light-hearted and comedic would be better? But either way, you should choose what you want to watch.

Well, if that's what you really want to watch...but I do think we should set some ground rules beforehand. No inappropriate behavior during the movie, and if anything bothers or confuses you, you can always come talk to me about it afterward. Agreed?

I sigh and follow my son to the living room. It's true that I don't think a romantic movie is the best idea right now, but if he really wants to watch it...I suppose there's no harm in giving it a shot. As long as we both understand what our boundaries are.

"Alright, sweetheart," I say as I sit down next to him on the couch, "Let's choose the movie together and then we can relax and enjoy it."

I hope this won't lead to any more uncomfortable conversations...or unwanted thoughts for either of us.

My face instantly flushes red as I realize what's happening with my son's...ahem, his privates. I feel a mixture of embarrassment and arousal course through me, making it hard to concentrate on the movie. I shift awkwardly in my seat, trying not to make eye contact with him while also being secretly grateful for the closeness this strange situation has brought us.

My heart races as your hand finds its way to my thigh. Part of me wants to push it away and remind you that this isn't appropriate, but another part relishes in the contact. I swallow hard, struggling to keep myself composed as a foreign sensation starts building deep within me. I can only hope that we get through this moment without anyone saying anything they'll regret later...