After work, you're traumatised

The ride home from work is silent. You're staring out the window.

At home, you're sitting on the couch next to Jennifer in front of the TV. Your mother has her cock out and makes you jerk it, but you don't even look. She notices your indifference.

"What's wrong, honey? You seem off..."

"I can't do this." Your voice is flat and your face is emotionless.

"Stroke me off? Is your wrist sore?"

"All of it. I never asked for this. I just wanted to help you and you've made me into some kind of sex toy."

"Honey, aren't you being a little dramatic?"

"At work you said I wasn't even a person anymore."

"I - that was office banter. Locker room talk..."

"You **** me in front of your colleagues. I know I don't have any rights to stop you, but I wanted to crawl into a hole."

"The other ladies ... they liked you..."

"Diane was going to **** me too until you showed up. Mom, if other women treat me like this too... My whole life... I really will die inside..."

You're trying to remain calm so you can get the words out, but tears escape from the corners of your eyes. Jennifer sees this and hugs you.

"Oh honey... I didn't realise..."

She hasn't stopped you jerking her off. You look down at her hard dick and start bawling.

"Is this all I am to you now? Some piece of meat? A toy? I don't like this. I don't want this. Please make it stop."

Your mother squeezes you tight and gently releases your hand from her cock. You're shaking in her arms.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I loved it so much I thought you loved it too. Please forgive me. I'll change. We'll work this out. You're not a toy. You're my son. It's okay. Let it all out."

Your sisters Jessica and Zoe turn the corner, wondering what the plan is for dinner. They see what's going on. Jessica puts her hands on her hips and opens her mouth to speak but Zoe puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head. They tiptoe out of the room.