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.

Rebecca frowned, her mind racing. "It'll go down soon," she assured him, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. "Let's just wait a bit longer."

With a sigh, she left the bathroom, giving him some privacy. Downstairs, she returned to the kitchen, her hand trembling as she stirred the stew. She couldn't help but replay the scene in her head, the way his skin felt under her touch, the sound of his breath. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on dinner, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

After a half hour, Jason appeared in the doorway, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, the towel wrapped around his waist. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked at her with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. "Mom, I'm sorry, but it's still… you know."

It was clear that the situation was not going to resolve itself. Jason looked at her with pleading eyes. "Can you help me again?"

Her heart sank. This was not what she had signed up for, but she couldn't leave him like this. She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay, let's go back upstairs."

This time, she led him to her bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. She had to be more aggressive now, more in control. She gestured for him to lie down on the bed, his erection still prominent beneath the towel. "Let me just check something," she said, her voice low. She walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, her hand lingering over her husband's stash of toys.

Her eyes fell on a vibrator, and she had an idea. "This might help," she said, turning to him with a determined look. "It'll just be a bit different than last time."

Jason swallowed hard, his eyes wide. "Okay, Mom," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Rebecca approached the bed, her hand shaking slightly as she unwrapped the towel. His cock sprang free, still hard as stone. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her own body was reacting to the sight of him. "Just lie back," she instructed, her voice firm.

He did as she said, his eyes never leaving hers. She took the vibrator, the cool plastic feeling foreign in her hand. She switched it on, the buzzing noise filling the quiet room. She placed it at the base of his shaft, watching as he gasped, his body jolting with surprise. She moved it slowly upward, watching the veins pulse and throb beneath his skin.

Her own arousal grew as she watched him, the power of the moment not lost on her. She had never felt more in control, more necessary. His hips began to buck as she worked the toy over him, her other hand playing with his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "Does that feel good?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

He nodded, his breathing growing ragged. "Yeah, Mom," he moaned. "It feels really good."

Rebecca felt a strange thrill run through her. This was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for her son in this moment. She had to finish this, to help him, but she also knew that she was getting turned on, too. She moved the vibrator in a circular motion, watching him squirm beneath her touch.

As she worked him over, she couldn't help but think of the countless times she had done this to her husband, bringing him to the brink of pleasure only to pull back at the last second. But this was different; she had to push him over the edge, to make him cum, to relieve the painful erection that had taken over his body.

With a final, determined stroke, she felt him tense, his back arching off the bed. He came with a shout, his cum shooting through the air and landing on his stomach. She kept the vibrator moving, milking him until his body went slack.

Switching the toy off, she grabbed a tissue and wiped him up, her movements tender despite the urgency. His erection remained stubbornly firm. "It's okay," she murmured, "let's try something else." She knew she had to be more aggressive, had to push him over the edge again.

Standing up, she took off her apron and tossed it aside. "Mom, I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Shh," she said, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. "It's not your fault. Let's just focus on fixing this."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she climbed onto the bed between his legs. She was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt that clung to her curves. He watched her with wide eyes as she leaned over him, her full breasts pressing against his legs. "I need to try something else," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Okay?"

He nodded, his voice a barely audible whisper. "Okay."

Without another word, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his hardness. She had to admit, it felt surprisingly good, the taste of him, the heat of his skin against her tongue. She began to suck, her movements deliberate and practiced.

"Does that feel better?" she asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"Yeah," he gasped, his hips jerking slightly. "It feels really good, Mom."

Encouraged, she went back to work, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. She could feel his arousal growing again, his rock-hard cock in her mouth. She had to make this quick, had to get him off before things went too far.

"Just relax," she murmured, her voice filled with authority. "Let me take care of it."