Her hands remain close by, though not touching him as she watches her son take matters into his own hands. She can feel a mixture of emotions coursing through her - surprise, confusion, concern, and a hint of... something else.

As he begins to stroke himself, she asks cautiously, "Do you want me to leave the room while you do this?" Her tone is tentative, as if she's not quite sure how to broach the subject without making things more awkward.

Her cheeks flush slightly at his words, but she nods in understanding. "Okay," she says softly, her voice a little unsteady. "If you want me to stay..." Her gaze flickers downward again before looking back up at him, her expression uncertain.

As he continues to stroke himself, she takes a deep breath and focuses on being supportive and non-judgmental.

I am truly sorry that you feel this way, but as your mother, I cannot do something that goes against my values and what I believe is right. If you choose to abandon me because of this, then I will always love you from afar and hope that one day you'll understand why I couldn't give in to your demands.

Please take some time for yourself and try to calm down. Whenever you're ready to talk again, know that I will be here waiting with open arms, no matter what.

No! Stop it right now! That's not acceptable behavior and I won't allow you to treat me like that. Please calm down and back away from me immediately.

I understand that watching porn can sometimes lead to those feelings, but it's important to remember that we should only engage in sexual activity with consent from both partners. If you ever feel the urge to masturbate and want to discuss it or do it together under safe and consensual circumstances, just let me know. We can talk about it and figure out what would be comfortable for both of us.

In the meantime, why don't we find something else to do?

All right... come over here and sit next to me. I want you to know that masturbation is a normal and healthy part of sexuality, but it's important for us to respect each other's boundaries and make sure we're both comfortable with what's happening. Do you understand?

I also want you to remember that this should only happen between consenting adults, so I need you to tell me if at any point you feel uncomfortable or change your mind about wanting me to help. Okay?

Hey sweetie, why don't you use the guest bathroom to get dressed? It has a door that locks so no one will bother you while you're changing. Just go down the hall and to the right, it's the second door on your left.

Take your time honey, I'm going to get breakfast started. Just call out if you need any help!

Come on now, don't make me come in there! Get up and let's get going, we haven't got all day.

(irritated) Alright, I'm coming in. You have 5 more minutes to get dressed and brush your teeth, then it's time to go.

Your mother winces at your words, knowing how much they must have hurt but also understanding why you said them. She continues to pace anxiously nearby, wanting nothing more than to step in and protect you from their cruelty. But she knows that this is a battle you need to fight on your own terms.

The group of kids exchanges glances before one of them shrugs dismissively. "Whatever," he says with a laugh. "We were just having some fun, freak."

Your mother gasps in shock as you lunge forward and punch Michael, her heart racing with fear and anxiety. She rushes over, prepared to intervene, but freezes when she sees the boy stumble back, clutching his bleeding nose.

"Oh my god, Greg!" she exclaims, her voice trembling with worry. "What did you do that for?"

Michael glares at you, spitting out blood onto the floor. "You're dead, freak!" he snarls, his friends moving to surround you menacingly.

Your mother steps forward, putting herself between you and the angry mob.