Chapter 2

The room was silent except for the sound of her hand sliding over his skin, the occasional drip of water from the shower, and their mingled breaths. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with a blend of fear, discomfort, and something else entirely. Jason’s erection remained unchanged, a testament to the strength of the medication.

With each stroke, she felt him growing more responsive. His breathing grew heavier, his body leaning into her touch. She knew she was getting closer to what he needed. “Just hold on,” she said, her voice soothing. “It’ll be over soon.”

But as she continued, she couldn’t help but notice the way his hips began to move with her hand, the way his abs tensed and released. She pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the problem before her. She had to get him to climax; it was the only way to relieve him of this unwanted arousal.

Her strokes grew quicker, her hand a blur around his shaft. Jason’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes still tightly shut. “Mom, it’s ... it’s going to happen,” he warned, his voice strained.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. She had done this countless times with her husband, but never for her son. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she remained steadfast in her mission. “It’s okay, just let it happen,” she murmured.

Finally, with a low groan, he climaxed, his cum spilling over her hand. She felt a strange mix of relief and pride, watching the tension leave his body. It was done, the crisis averted. Quickly, she grabbed the washcloth and ran it under the warm water, gently wiping him clean. She washed her own hands, feeling the warm water sting against her skin.

But as she looked at him, she saw that his erection had not subsided. The pill’s effects were stronger than she had anticipated. “It’s still ... hard,” he said, his voice filled with dread.