"Don't lie to your mom, sweetheart. I can tell when you're lying because your voice always becomes shaky."
"I...uh..."
"Baby, it's okay if you are nervous about being close to a woman. But you don't need to worry about it anymore, I promise. I will make sure that you feel confident and comfortable around me and other females."
Oliver lifted his head up from his pillow and looked at his mother in confusion, wondering what was going on.
"Huh? I...don't understand."
However, Mia didn't respond to his question. Instead, she lied between the two on her back and pulled his head to her chest, forcing him to rest it against her big tits.
"W-What are you doing, Mom?"
"Just calm down and let yourself relax. Let your mother take care of you. This is for your own good, honey. Trust me."
Oliver panicked, trying to pull away from his mother's grasp, but she held on tight. As he struggled against her, he could feel his cheeks burning with heat, knowing that his father was watching the whole scene unfold, while his nose was filled with Mia's sensual smell.
He knew that it was wrong of him to feel turned on by the situation, yet, at the same time, something deep inside him craved the softness of Mia's voluptuous body.
The feeling of her bosom pressing against his face, combined with her intoxicating perfume and her sweet words, soothed his mind and body, helping him relax.
As he calmed down, Mia began stroking his messy black hair and whispering loving words, comforting him.
"That's it. That's my good boy. You are so precious to me, honey. You know that, right?"
"Mmhm..." Oliver snuggled closer into his mother's warmth, enjoying the warmth of her flesh against his.
"Then listen to what your mommy says and be a good boy for her. Don't think too much, and don't ask questions either. You just have to follow my instructions, and everything will be okay. Can you do that, Ollie?"
After a brief pause, he nodded, letting her know he understood her words.
"Good. I'm glad. Now, turn your head to the side and take a deep breath."
Oliver hesitated for a moment, not wanting to open his eyes in fear that he would see his dad's disapproving gaze, but he still opened them and looked at him. However, he only saw his father staring back at him with an encouraging smile on his face.
"What are you waiting for, son? Do as your mom says. You are safe and sound here with your parents, who love you very much."
"Y-Yes."
Oliver closed his eyes, tilting his head towards the crook of her neck, and took a deep breath through his nostrils, allowing Mia's wonderful scent to fill his lungs.
It was a warm and sweet smell that reminded him of a spring day while also carrying a hint of something he couldn't quite describe but loved nonetheless.
"Mhmmm..." Mia let out a soft moan as his hot breath blew across her skin. It felt so nice to be this close to him, making her heart flutter with excitement and happiness.
His breathing became heavier as he inhaled her perfume even more, filling his nostrils with the alluring fragrance.
"How does it smell, Ollie? Do you like it?" She whispered into his ear.
"Y-Yes..."
"Great. Now, put your hand on my stomach."
Without hesitation, Oliver placed his left hand on Mia's firm belly but kept his face pressed against her neck, trying to hide his embarrassed expression.
"Don't hold back. Enjoy it, my dear." She wrapped her left hand around his and moved it up and down against her toned midsection, letting him feel every inch of her smooth skin.
As she continued guiding his hand across her body, her other hand held onto his head, keeping it close to her neck, ensuring that he didn't move an inch away from her.
Soon, her guidance loosened, and his fingers roamed his mom's body on their own, exploring, touching, and enjoying the soft skin of the most gorgeous women he's ever seen and smelled.
"Mom..."
"Mhm, that's my sweet baby boy. Don't stop," she cooed, closing her eyes and enjoying every second of Oliver's caresses. "You're doing great, Ollie. Just keep going."
Feeling more relaxed and confident, Oliver began running his fingertips across her underboob, stroking the soft flesh and eliciting another happy moan from Mia.
"Yes. Don't feel shy, baby boy. Stroke my soft tities. Squeeze them hard," Mia whispered into his ear.
Listening to her words, his fingers moved over to her massive right mound and wrapped around it, massaging the tender flesh as she instructed him.
At first, he did so gently, but then he began squeezing it harder until her breast bulged between his fingers.
"Ummmmmh...such a good boy."
The sensation of her softness was driving him crazy as he felt the urge to look at her face. But he stopped himself, trying to hold back because he couldn't stand to be exposed.
Yet, the sudden movement of his head caught Mia's attention, and she smiled, realizing what her son was thinking.
She pushed his face away to see him blushing redder than a tomato, making her giggle.
Then, Mia's gaze moved to Adam and she shot him a wink, signaling to him that she was now going to move onto phase two of her plan.
Adam nodded back, approving her decision.
When Mia returned her attention to her son, she looked into his eyes and smiled.
The very next moment, she grabbed him by the back of his head and forced his lips to hers. Oliver gasped in shock, thinking his mom had lost it when she kissed him.
It was an unexpected turn of events for him, making him stiff as a board on top of her. However, as soon as he began to process what was happening, he wanted to break away from his mom. However, the tenderness and gentleness of the kiss stopped him.
He could feel the warmth radiating from her lips against his, and a tingling sensation was rushing through his body when she stroked his hair. At first, the experience was new to him, as he had never kissed anyone before. He had never had feelings for anyone before, being too shy to even think about dating.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, though, so he just placed them on the sides of his mother's head, closing his eyes.
Mia noticed his inexperience and took the lead, while her tongue slipped inside her son's mouth and she began licking his tongue in circles. It felt amazing for her to kiss her son like this, letting her love and lust pour into the passionate action.
After a long while of kissing, she broke the lip lock and gazed at Oliver, smiling proudly at herself.
"M-Mom...?" Oliver mumbled between heavy breaths.
"Hmmm, that was quite intense for someone so inexperienced in kissing, but that will soon change, Ollie. I am going to show you many things that will change you, honey."
"But...it's...wrong," he protested, yet his voice was shaking and there was no force behind his words. Oliver also couldn't help but look at his father, who didn't seem mad at the interaction in the slightest. In fact, Adam had been admiring his beautiful wife and seemed to enjoy watching his son make out with her.
"Look at your dad, honey," she said, tilting his head toward Adam. "Does he look like a man who thinks this is wrong?"
Oliver hesitated and looked again. His father had his hands resting under his head as he lay sideways facing them, just watching with a smile and calm eyes.
"I think he's enjoying the show," Mia giggled and pulled her son's head back to hers, pressing her lips to his once more.
For a few seconds, Oliver resisted, trying to prevent his mother from engaging him in another kiss, but his efforts were fruitless as her hand kept a firm grip on his head. When their tongues touched again, his resistance broke, and he let himself give in to the situation.
Their saliva mixed with each other's, creating a hot and wet mess that drove Mia crazy. A deep moan escaped her mouth as she felt pleasure and love build up inside her.
She was enjoying this more than she thought possible, and she couldn't believe how lucky she was that Adam had agreed to help her raise their shy boy in this unusual way.
Eventually, they separated and stared at one another in silence for a moment before Oliver asked, "Why?"
"Because I love you, baby. And I want you to be a happy, confident young man who won't feel uncomfortable whenever being around girls."
"But why is Dad agreeing with this?" he inquired as he continued looking at his dad.
Adam smiled and shifted his body upwards so he could lean against the bed headrest. "Because I care about your well-being and happiness, son."
"But... isn't Mom cheating on you with me?"
"Cheating? Why would you say that?"
"Well, you two are married, and here she is kissing me and stuff."
"Haha, that's true, but there's no cheating, Ollie. She isn't doing anything behind my back or disrespecting me. She asked for permission beforehand, and she is doing all this for you. So if anything, you should be grateful to her, son."
"For real?"
"Of course," Adam and Mia responded in unison.
Oliver couldn't understand. His parents have never argued or shown any signs of hostility towards each other since they've been married. They seemed to love each other very much, always cuddling, hugging, and kissing. Maybe that's why he'd never considered that his father would allow his wife to kiss him and let him touch her like this.
"But why would you do all this for me? I mean, I know you want me to be more outgoing and stuff, but this is extreme, right?"
"True, but we care about you, and we'll do whatever it takes to help you get out of your shell. You are our precious boy, who deserves the best in the world. We don't want you to waste your precious youth being afraid of the opposite gender just because you are inexperienced in relationships," Mia explained.
"So that's why, from this day on, you will do whatever your mom and I instruct you to do during the vacation. Understood?" Adam added.
Oliver wanted to question and argue against his parents' orders. Yet, there was an allure to the whole ordeal. He was attracted to his own mother, and being with her in this kind of situation made him aroused. And his father seemed supportive and proud of his son for it, which was weird but also nice.
However, the shame and guilt still plagued Oliver's thoughts. All this time, he's been taught by his society and religion not to sin, yet here was his own flesh and blood encouraging and supporting his actions.
Understanding her son's troubled mind, Mia stroked his hair and asked, "Are you confused, Ollie?"
"Y-Yes."
Mia caressed his cheek, gazing at his handsome face, before asking, "Would you like me to explain further?"
"Ummmm."
Mia let go of his head and let Oliver sit up, creating some space between them and allowing him to look her in the eyes.
"Okay. Now, kiss your hand," she commanded.
"Huh?!" Oliver exclaimed, showing his confusion and surprise in his expression.
"You heard me. Kiss your hand."
Not understanding anything, Oliver still complied, bringing up his left hand to his lips. At first, he hesitated, staring at his mom as she waited with a smile. After a few moments, Oliver pressed his lips against his soft skin, giving it a soft peck, before retracting his arm.
"Now, tell me, didn't you just kiss your own flesh and blood, your own hand? So, what makes our kisses different?"
"Uh, you're not my hand?"
Mia laughed and shook her head. "No. But you are just a part of my flesh and blood, so what's the difference? Tell me."
Realizing the flaw in his argument, Oliver didn't know what to say anymore.
Adam, however, couldn't suppress his laughter while sitting on the other side of the bed. "Hahaha. As always, my wife, Mia, uses her weird logic to win her arguments."
"Hey, it's not weird. I'm just making a point." Mia pouted at her husband, while Oliver tried to find another way to justify his feelings.
"If we follow the same logic as my beautiful wife, then it's okay for her to make love between her and our son. Since he's basically another extension of myself, Is that what you want to suggest, darling?" Adam teased.
"Exactly, honey. Thank you for understanding my sense of logic," Mia agreed as she smirked at her husband. "So, back to the main topic, honey. Do you understand now?"
Oliver still struggled to find a counterargument to her statement. Eventually, he relented and sighed. "I guess so."
"Then stop thinking too much and follow what I say. I promise you will love it." Mia's face lit up with excitement as she wrapped her arms around Oliver and pulled him in for another kiss.
This time, Oliver returned the kiss without hesitation, allowing his tongue to slide against hers, tasting her sweetness while they swapped saliva.
As the heat of the moment built up between them, Mia moved her hands down to his bare back and stroked his smooth skin, tracing her fingertips across his shoulder blades and spine.
His hands also began groping and feeling up her body, traveling along her firm midriff and moving up towards her huge tits. Once he reached his destination, he took hold of both large mounds and squeezed them hard, causing a loud moan to escape from Mia's lips.
It was so sensual that Oliver became overwhelmed by lust, and he wanted to keep going, despite his earlier inhibitions.
After breaking off the lip lock, Mia gasped for air and looked at her son with a seductive smile on her face. "Mhm... you are doing great, baby boy. You will become a ladies' man soon." She then closed her eyes and gave him another peck on the lips before continuing.
"Now, I want you to remove my bra, Ollie. Go on," she instructed while she stared into his eyes with desire.
Her words sent chills down his spine as he imagined himself undressing her. It seemed too good to be true, but the thought of touching his mother's naked tits turned him on so much that he couldn't refuse.
Taking a deep breath, Oliver reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Then he slowly pulled it off her shoulders and revealed her big melons.
Oliver couldn't believe his eyes as he saw his mom's voluptuous assets. They were full, round, soft, and supple, with large pink areolas and long nipples that stood erect in arousal. The size of her boobs alone was enough to make him drool with lust, but the sight of her exposed flesh drove him crazy.
Mia giggled at the expression on his face. "You are looking at my naked titties now, Ollie. How do they look?"
"They're so beautiful, Mom..."
"Thanks, baby. Now, keep staring and don't look away."
Oliver's eyes fixated on her bouncing jugs as she began groping herself. His mind went blank as he watched them sway from side to side, hypnotizing him. The urge to grab and suck on those lovely mounds overwhelmed him, yet he stayed still, trying to control his urges.
Mia continued teasing her son by playing with her breasts, pinching, and pulling her nipples between her fingers. Every time she did so, Oliver felt a strong desire to touch her skin.
She noticed his intense gaze and smiled. "Do you want to feel them?"
He didn't respond, but his expression told her everything she needed to know.
Yet she had something else in mind. She wanted him to take initiative instead of waiting for her orders.
"Let me tell you something, Ollie. Whenever you look at a woman with desire in your eyes and she returns the same gaze, then it's okay for you to touch her, whether it's her hand, face, breasts, or anywhere else on her body. Because that means she wants you too. She wants you to feel her up. So, you don't have to ask for permission, honey. You just have to go for it. After all, why would a woman wear revealing clothes if she doesn't want to attract men? So, always remember that, son."
"R-Really?"
"Yes. In fact, many women like it when guys take control of the situation. It shows them that they're in charge and that the guy is not afraid to express his desires. Do you understand what I'm saying, Ollie?"
"Yes!"
"Then go wild, my baby boy. Don't be afraid of taking control of the situation and touching my body freely. Do whatever your heart desires," she said with a loving smile on her face.
Oliver swallowed hard before reaching out and grabbing hold of his mom's breasts. They felt soft and heavy as he massaged them gently. He could feel the weight of her breasts in his palms, and he began to imagine how amazing it would feel to bury his face between them.
So, he leaned forward and pressed his face into her cleavage, pushing his nose between her soft, warm mounds. It was an incredible sensation to have her flesh engulf his face like this, and he began kissing and licking her skin as he inhaled her sweet scent.
"Aaahhh..." Mia moaned as Oliver began sucking on her nipples, causing her body to quiver with pleasure. "Yesssss..."
She wrapped her arms around his head and embraced him in a tight hug while his mouth ravaged her tits, devouring them with passionate fervor. He couldn't get enough of her. Her smooth skin felt so good against his lips and tongue.