Inside the house.

As you and Sam's mom walk through the front door, her mother's voice rings out. "Look who I found outside," she announces. You can hear Sam's light footsteps hurrying down the stairs. As she sees you standing by the door, she exclaims, "James!" Her face lights up, and she starts to rush toward you for an embrace. However, her mother intercepts her. "We've talked about this, baby. Boys mustn't be indulged ." She reaches out to touch your shoulder. "James here admits he's been misbehaving, and we know how we deal with misbehavior." Sam's eyes widen in fear at her mother's words. She covers her mouth and asks, "Really?" Her mother remains unfazed, "Yes, dear. He's ready to behave properly, right?" Her gaze settles on you. Flustered, you lower your head and respond, "Yes, Mrs. Johnson." She smiles, "Good boy," and releases you. "Go on, play. Just remember, I have a few lessons for you both later."

You and Sam retreat to her room. Once inside, she closes the door and wraps her arms around you. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her face buried in your neck. You return her hug, then pull away. She looks at you, asking, "Are you...like, Dad?" Her question causes you to lower your gaze, and you don't respond. She kneels and starts undoing your pants. You startle and try to stop her, but she slaps your thighs, stunning you. This is a side of her you've never seen. You fear that Mrs. Johnson might walk in and see you in such a compromising situation. As your pants pool around your ankles, Sam gets her first glimpse of your private area, confined in a cage that barely contains you. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she traces a finger along the shaft. The sensation makes your knees buckle. Her expression is a mix of concern and something else you can't identify. "Did that hurt?" she asks. You nod, afraid that speaking might alert her mother. She soothes your thigh with a gentle stroke before standing, allowing you to pull your pants back up.

She leads you to her bed, and you both sit. She questions you, wanting to know more about your situation. As you're explaining, Mrs. Johnson's voice echoes up the stairs. Sam squeezes your hand, "Mom can be strict. She just wants the best for me. It'll be tough at first, but it'll get better once you learn." You're not sure what to think, but you rise and follow Sam downstairs.