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.

As the game progresses, Emily and Max begin to work together more effectively, often conferring with each other in hushed whispers before making their moves. You're impressed by how well they coordinate, and it's clear that they have a genuine connection as players.

The match continues for several hours, with both sides making brilliant plays and committing costly mistakes alike. Finally, after an intense battle that spans across the length of the board and back again, Emily manages to capture your king, winning the game.

Emily and Max both laugh good-naturedly at your sore loser act, though they can't hide the satisfied grins on their faces. "Don't worry," Emily says with a wink, "you'll get us next time."

As the evening wears on, you continue to play other games together - some strategy, some luck-based, and even a few card games thrown in for good measure.