The Morozov residence, 693 Jasmine Street, Bataysk, was usually filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation. But on this particular evening, the house was unnaturally quiet. Igor, a young man in his late teens, lounged on the couch wearing a blue silk robe, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the contours of his growing arousal.
The sound of the door opening caused Igor to sit up abruptly, his heart racing. His mother, Valentina, a strong and controlling woman, entered the room wearing a pink silk nightgown, her eyes narrowing at the sight of her son's state of arousal.
Ignoring the tension in the air, Igor continued to stroke himself, his breath hitching as pleasure built within him. Valentina, never one to beat around the bush, said, "Igor, are you...masturbating?"
Igor, caught off guard, stuttered out a response, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Valentina, amused by her son's embarrassment, chuckled and said, "I guess I did interrupt you, didn't I?"
Igor, tears welling up in his eyes, nodded, his face a picture of mortification. Valentina, sensing her son's distress, moved to comfort him, her voice soft and soothing. She said, "It's okay, Igor. Everyone does it. You don't have to be ashamed."
Igor, still red-faced, allowed himself to be comforted by his mother, her words of support easing his embarrassment. As Igor's arousal began to build again, Valentina, with a playful glint in her eye, said, "Do you need some...assistance?"
Igor, shocked by his mother's directness, stuttered out a response, his eyes wide with surprise. Valentina, chuckling at her son's reaction, said, "I'm just kidding, Igor. But if you ever need someone to talk to about this kind of thing, I'm here for you."
Igor, grateful for his mother's understanding, nodded, his arousal slowly dissipating. Valentina, with a final playful jab, said, "Just don't make a mess on the couch, okay?" before exiting the room, leaving Igor to his own devices.
As the door closed behind Valentina, Igor let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His mother had caught him masturbating, and instead of scolding him, she had offered to help. It was a strange and confusing experience, but one that Igor couldn't help but find a little exciting.
He knew that he would never forget this moment, and he couldn't wait to see what other surprises his mother had in store for him.
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