Your mom nods slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I see. Well, then perhaps we should focus on managing your anger in a healthier way," she says gently. "Maybe there are techniques or exercises that can help you control it without resorting to violence."

She pauses for a moment before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or...perhaps we could explore this new side of you together." Her eyes dart down briefly to your crotch, then back up to meet your shocked gaze. "

"Fifteen times?" your mom echoes, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't understand..." She reaches out to wipe away the tears that have begun streaming down your face, her touch surprisingly soothing despite the intensity of your emotions.

"We can talk more about this later," she says softly, leading you over to one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "For now, why don't we just sit down and relax? We'll figure everything out together."