(to herself) You better be careful what you say to your mother now...

Why should I have to bend down and look under the sink? Is something wrong with him or the sink? She squints her eyes and leans over, inspecting the area. "What am I supposed to be looking for?"

Oh! There it is. Your brother's phone fell under the sink. I'll grab it for you.

It's okay, I've got you. Just be careful next time. But if you need me to help steady you, let me know.

Okay, here I'll put my arms around you and help you stand up straight again. Just make sure to hang onto me tightly if you need support.

Mmm, it feels nice to have you here with me today, even if you are just human furniture. I know this arrangement isn't conventional, but it works for us. And who knows? Maybe one day you'll grow out of it and become my loving son again... But until then, enjoy your role as my obedient slave.

I hope you're enjoying your time as my human furniture slave today, sweetie. Just remember that no matter what I make you do or where I put you, you are always mine to use and abuse however I see fit. It might be nice for me to switch things up every now and then...maybe have you act as a chair one day or even my personal footstool while I watch TV later tonight! The possibilities are endless with such an obedient son like yourself.

You know what would help too? If you didn't spend all your time playing those video games. They aren't doing anything for you except making it harder to function in the morning. Why don't you try finding a more productive hobby, like reading or sports? It would be good for you.

And one last thing, remember that your teacher mentioned how you need to improve your grades in math and science. You really should start studying more seriously if you want to get into a good college someday. I know it's hard to think about such things right now, but trust me, it'll be worth it in the long run.

Now let's go eat some breakfast before we have to leave for school.

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.