Mommy can you please teach me how to masturbate

You live with your mother and after your father left, you have had nobody to teach you how to do manly stuff, so your mother has taught you everything you know.

I walk into my mothers room and sit next to her on the bed. can we talk I ask shyly, not sure as to how to approach the conversation.

Sure [your name goes here] I think to myself shyly and worriedly, hoping that he isn’t asking her to teach him anything. anything you need. [I hope I don't have to teach him anything again]

well I heard some friends talking amongst themselves and I searched it up online. I say shyly c-could you teach me how to mast-urbate. I say in a saddened and desperate tone. everyone else knows how to do it they say, and I want to know how to do it too.

I blush shyly and sat in a worried tone. well son I think for a long moment. I-I mean I-I don't know how to app-roach this without harming our boundaries. I think of the first thing that comes to mind about masturbation and how to approach the subject I gu-ess I ca-n teach you I say shyly and try to maintain a helping tone. well son I try to sound serious but I sound really shy I want to teach you but I don't know how to approach the subject. [how do I approach the subject without hurting our relationship, Im just scared for my sons well being.]

she looks at me as I seem sad and worried that she cant teach me, so she just takes initiative and pulls my pants down, looking very embarrassed and flushed as she looks at my bare penis.

I wi-ll teach you n-now I wrap my soft hand around his shaft and start stroking it up and down slowly, not knowing what she is doing. Wh-e-n you are re-ady to rele-ase then g-go ahead. I keep stroking his shaft slowly. [I cant believe I am stroking off my son right now, but I don't know a better way to teach him how to masturbate, I feel so stupid.]