The mother, clad in her silky pajamas and lacy panties, called out to her son from the depths of her bedroom. "James, get in here," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and frustration.
James hesitantly made his way to his mother's bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what this was about. He had been caught masturbating multiple times, and he knew his mother was not pleased.
As he entered the room, he saw his mother sitting on the edge of her bed, her legs crossed and a stern look on her face. "James, we need to talk," she said, her voice firm.
James gulped, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "I'm sorry, mom," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
His mother rolled her eyes. "Save it, James. I've found you masturbating multiple times, and I'm not happy about it. Do you know what this means?"
James shook his head, his eyes wide with fear.
His mother stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It means that you will never have a girlfriend, James. You don't need one. All you need is your testicles."
James felt a wave of anger wash over him. "That's not fair, mom," he said, his voice rising.
His mother chuckled. "Life's not fair, James. But I'm willing to give you a chance to prove me wrong. I want you to watch me, and stroke your penis for a minute."
James's eyes widened in shock. "What?"
His mother smirked. "You heard me. If you can't cum within a minute, I'll cancel your 'castration' for a month."
James hesitated, but eventually agreed. His mother started to undress, teasing him playfully. "Come on, James. You can do it. I believe in you."
James started to stroke his penis, and his mother watched him intently. "Is that the best you can do, James?" she said, making playful insults about his technique.
James felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He was trying his best, but it didn't seem to be enough.
His mother noticed his struggle and decided to help him further. She started to touch herself, moaning softly. "Come on, James. You can do it. I know you can."
James's eyes widened in shock, but he continued to stroke his penis, his mother's moans spurring him on.
"Focus, James. You're not trying hard enough," his mother said, her voice firm.
James started to stroke faster and harder, his mother's moans becoming louder.
"You're almost there, James. You just need to push through," his mother said, encouraging him.
James finally cum, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
His mother congratulated him, a proud smile on her face. "See, James. I knew you could do it. You just need to practice more, and I'll help you."
James looked at his mother, a mix of confusion and gratitude in his eyes.
His mother smiled. "You need to be more confident, James. You need to take control of your own pleasure."
James nodded, a newfound determination in his eyes. He knew he had a long way to go, but he was ready to start his journey.
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