Of course, your mother is so upset that you’re saying you can’t come. She plops down on the bed next to you, demanding to know what’s wrong. You’ve never been one to hide things from her, so you tell her. You tell her everything. She’s a psychiatrist, so she thinks your doctor is right–its all in your head. And she thinks talking to *her* will help! God, could life be any more embarrassing??
Once you start talking, you do start to feel better. Mom says you should touch yourself and not focus on whether you’ll finally cum or not. "If it feels good, then do it," she tells you. That’s your new mantra. Still, you’re scared. That this is permanent. You ask her to stay while you try. Plus, if you’re being 100% truthful, hearing your mom talk about sex and masturbation was really hot. And she said, if it feels good, then do it. And thinking about your mom is feeling really, really good.
Maybe that’s not what she meant, but you’re set on it now. Set on having her watch. And then on talking to you while you jerk off. God, you love JOI. And then maybe touch it a little. Then a little more. Then, well. Then you’re both lost in what feels good. And it feels so, so good.