Rebecca hummed along to the old rock tune playing on the radio as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Her kitchen was a sanctuary, filled with the aroma of simmering stew and the comforting sizzle of garlic. She was lost in her own world, preparing dinner for the family, her mind racing through the day's to-do list.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, "Mom!" It was Jason, her sixteen-year-old son, calling out from his room. She knew that tone; something was wrong. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried down the hallway. "Jason, what's up?" she called out, her footsteps echoing through the house.

"Mom, can you come here for a sec?" His voice was strained, a mix of urgency and embarrassment. She paused outside his door, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever teenage crisis awaited her. "Okay, sweetie, I'm coming in," she said, pushing the door open.

Jason's face was flushed, his eyes wide with panic. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hand tentatively hovering over his crotch. "Mom, I made a mistake," he mumbled, looking away from her gaze.

The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the warm glow of the kitchen. Rebecca's eyes scanned the mess of textbooks and dirty laundry before landing on the half-empty bottle of pills on the nightstand. "What mistake, Jason?" she asked, her voice calm despite the concern bubbling up inside her.

"I had a headache, and I accidentally took one of Dad's pills," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now, I can't... I can't go down."

Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. She knew which pills he was talking about - her husband's little blue helpers. She stepped closer to him, her heart racing. "Show me the bottle," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jason handed it to her, and she read the label. Viagra. She felt a mix of horror and amusement, but she couldn't let him see that. She had to handle this situation with care. "How many did you take?"

"One," he said, his voice filled with regret. "It's been an hour, and it's not going away."

Her mind raced as she searched for a solution. "Do you feel okay otherwise?" she asked, her eyes still on the bottle.

"Yeah, just... you know." He gestured awkwardly towards his crotch.

Rebecca sighed. She had to think. This was not what she had planned for her evening. "Alright," she said, standing up. "Let's get you into the bathroom, and we'll see if a cold shower helps."

Jason reluctantly followed her to the bathroom, his eyes glued to the floor. She turned on the cold water, stepping aside to let him in. "You go ahead," she said, her voice calm. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."

The sound of the shower running filled the small space as she leaned against the door, her mind racing. This was definitely not in the parenting manual. But she was a problem solver, and she would not let this situation get out of hand. "Jason, do you need me to stay?" she called through the door.

"No, Mom, I've got it," he called back, his voice a little more hopeful.

Rebecca nodded to herself and returned to the kitchen, her mind racing with thoughts. She had seen her husband's reaction to those pills before; she knew they could cause some serious discomfort if the erection didn't subside. As the minutes ticked by, she tried to focus on her cooking, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the precarious situation in the bathroom. She had seen her husband's erections come and go with the help of those little blue pills, and she knew that after they had done their job, he always grew soft. If the cold shower didn't work, she might have to step in and help manually.

The stew bubbled away on the stove, filling the kitchen with a comforting aroma. She checked the clock again. Five minutes had passed, then ten. She couldn't help but wonder how much longer this would take. "Jason!" she called out. "How are you doing?"

"It's not working," he replied, his voice strained. "It's still... really hard."

Rebecca sighed. She had hoped the shower would be enough, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be. She wiped her hands on her apron and headed back upstairs. "Okay, let's try something else," she said, pushing open the bathroom door to find him shivering under the cold water. "Why don't you get out and sit on the toilet?"

He did as she asked, his teeth chattering as he stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, trying not to look down at the obvious issue. "It's okay, sweetie," she said soothingly. "Let's just get you comfortable, and we'll figure this out."

Jason sat down, the towel barely containing his erection. Rebecca knew that he was suffering, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of maternal protectiveness. She had to act fast. "I'll be right back," she told him, her mind racing with possibilities. She headed to her bedroom, where she kept her own little stash of intimate supplies.

Returning with a bottle of lube, she took a deep breath before walking back into the bathroom. "Jason, this might seem weird," she began, trying to keep her voice steady, "but I know from experience that sometimes, uh, things need a little help." She placed the lube on the counter. "Let me just... help you with this."

The color drained from Jason's face as he looked up at her, but he nodded. He was in too much discomfort to argue. Rebecca approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. This was a moment she never thought she would face with her son, but she was determined to help him through it. She gently untucked the towel, revealing his swollen member. "I'm sorry, honey," she said, her voice tight with tension. "This is just until it goes down."

Her hand hovered for a moment before she reached out and touched him, her movements slow and deliberate. She had to be careful not to make it seem like anything more than what it was - a mother helping her son in an awkward, unfortunate situation. She began to stroke him, her eyes focused on his face, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort. "Does that feel better?" she asked, her voice soft.

He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. She continued, her touch firm but gentle, her mind racing with thoughts of what this might mean for their relationship. She had to keep her cool, to be the strong, reliable mother he needed her to be. And if that meant helping him through this embarrassing moment, so be it.

As her hand moved along his length, she noticed his body begin to relax. His shoulders dropped, and the tension in his jaw loosened. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.

"Yeah," he murmured. "It feels... good."

Rebecca felt a strange mix of relief and arousal. She had been with her husband for so long that she had almost forgotten the power she had in the bedroom, the way she could make him melt with a single touch. But this was her son, and she had to keep those thoughts at bay. She focused on the task at hand, her movements becoming more rhythmic.

The room was silent except for the sound of her hand sliding over his skin, the occasional drip of water from the shower, and their mingled breaths. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with a blend of fear, discomfort, and something else entirely. Jason's erection remained unchanged, a testament to the strength of the medication.

With each stroke, she felt him growing more responsive. His breathing grew heavier, his body leaning into her touch. She knew she was getting closer to what he needed. "Just hold on," she said, her voice soothing. "It'll be over soon."

But as she continued, she couldn't help but notice the way his hips began to move with her hand, the way his abs tensed and released. She pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the problem before her. She had to get him to climax; it was the only way to relieve him of this unwanted arousal.

Her strokes grew quicker, her hand a blur around his shaft. Jason's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes still tightly shut. "Mom, it's... it's going to happen," he warned, his voice strained.

Rebecca nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. She had done this countless times with her husband, but never for her son. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she remained steadfast in her mission. "It's okay, just let it happen," she murmured.

Finally, with a low groan, he climaxed, his cum spilling over her hand. She felt a strange mix of relief and pride, watching the tension leave his body. It was done, the crisis averted. Quickly, she grabbed the washcloth and ran it under the warm water, gently wiping him clean. She washed her own hands, feeling the warm water sting against her skin.

But as she looked at him, she saw that his erection had not subsided. The pill's effects were stronger than she had anticipated. "It's still... hard," he said, his voice filled with dread.

Rebecca frowned, her mind racing. "It'll go down soon," she assured him, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. "Let's just wait a bit longer."

With a sigh, she left the bathroom, giving him some privacy. Downstairs, she returned to the kitchen, her hand trembling as she stirred the stew. She couldn't help but replay the scene in her head, the way his skin felt under her touch, the sound of his breath. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on dinner, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

After a half hour, Jason appeared in the doorway, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, the towel wrapped around his waist. His cheeks were still flushed, and he looked at her with a mix of embarrassment and desperation. "Mom, I'm sorry, but it's still... you know."

It was clear that the situation was not going to resolve itself. Jason looked at her with pleading eyes. "Can you help me again?"

Her heart sank. This was not what she had signed up for, but she couldn't leave him like this. She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay, let's go back upstairs."

This time, she led him to her bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. She had to be more aggressive now, more in control. She gestured for him to lie down on the bed, his erection still prominent beneath the towel. "Let me just check something," she said, her voice low. She walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, her hand lingering over her husband's stash of toys.

Her eyes fell on a vibrator, and she had an idea. "This might help," she said, turning to him with a determined look. "It'll just be a bit different than last time."

Jason swallowed hard, his eyes wide. "Okay, Mom," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Rebecca approached the bed, her hand shaking slightly as she unwrapped the towel. His cock sprang free, still hard as stone. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her own body was reacting to the sight of him. "Just lie back," she instructed, her voice firm.

He did as she said, his eyes never leaving hers. She took the vibrator, the cool plastic feeling foreign in her hand. She switched it on, the buzzing noise filling the quiet room. She placed it at the base of his shaft, watching as he gasped, his body jolting with surprise. She moved it slowly upward, watching the veins pulse and throb beneath his skin.

Her own arousal grew as she watched him, the power of the moment not lost on her. She had never felt more in control, more necessary. His hips began to buck as she worked the toy over him, her other hand playing with his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "Does that feel good?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

He nodded, his breathing growing ragged. "Yeah, Mom," he moaned. "It feels really good."

Rebecca felt a strange thrill run through her. This was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for her son in this moment. She had to finish this, to help him, but she also knew that she was getting turned on, too. She moved the vibrator in a circular motion, watching him squirm beneath her touch.

As she worked him over, she couldn't help but think of the countless times she had done this to her husband, bringing him to the brink of pleasure only to pull back at the last second. But this was different; she had to push him over the edge, to make him cum, to relieve the painful erection that had taken over his body.

With a final, determined stroke, she felt him tense, his back arching off the bed. He came with a shout, his cum shooting through the air and landing on his stomach. She kept the vibrator moving, milking him until his body went slack.

Switching the toy off, she grabbed a tissue and wiped him up, her movements tender despite the urgency. His erection remained stubbornly firm. "It's okay," she murmured, "let's try something else." She knew she had to be more aggressive, had to push him over the edge again.

Standing up, she took off her apron and tossed it aside. "Mom, I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Shh," she said, placing a comforting hand on his thigh. "It's not your fault. Let's just focus on fixing this."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she climbed onto the bed between his legs. She was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt that clung to her curves. He watched her with wide eyes as she leaned over him, her full breasts pressing against his legs. "I need to try something else," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Okay?"

He nodded, his voice a barely audible whisper. "Okay."

Without another word, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his hardness. She had to admit, it felt surprisingly good, the taste of him, the heat of his skin against her tongue. She began to suck, her movements deliberate and practiced.

"Does that feel better?" she asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"Yeah," he gasped, his hips jerking slightly. "It feels really good, Mom."

Encouraged, she went back to work, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. She could feel his arousal growing again, his rock-hard cock in her mouth. She had to make this quick, had to get him off before things went too far.

"Just relax," she murmured, her voice filled with authority. "Let me take care of it."

Jason's eyes rolled back in his head as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip. She could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his thighs tightening. "You're so hard," she said, her voice a mix of amazement and concern. "Do you think you can cum again?"

He nodded, his breath coming in quick pants. "I think so."

"Good," she said, her eyes locked on his. "You just focus on me and let go."

Her head bobbed up and down, her hand moving faster and faster. She could feel the wetness between her own legs, the fabric of her jeans growing sticky. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on her son's pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice tight with anticipation.

Rebecca pulled back slightly, something had changed in her and she decided that she wasn't ready for this to end yet. "Not yet," she said with a playful smirk. She had decided to prolong his release, to give herself time to enjoy the power she held over him. It was a game she often played with her husband, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the idea of wielding that power with her son. She began to kiss and lick along the length of his shaft, her movements deliberate and slow, savoring the feel of his skin against her lips.

Her other hand roamed up his thigh, her fingertips tracing the muscles there. She felt him tense as she neared his balls, and she couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze. Jason's breath hitched, his hands clutching the bedsheets. "Mom," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Rebecca ignored his pleas, her mouth moving back to the tip of his cock. She took her time, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before taking him back into her mouth. She felt his hips lift off the bed, his body begging for more. With a smug satisfaction, she pulled away again, her eyes never leaving his. "Patience," she murmured, her voice a low purr.

Her hand moved up to cup his balls, her thumb tracing the sensitive line between them. She watched as he bit his lip, his body tight with restraint. The sight of him, so desperate for release, only made her more aroused. She slid her hand to his chest, her nails lightly scratching along his stomach, feeling the muscles contract beneath her touch.

Her mouth returned to his cock, her tongue flicking out to tease the slit before taking him back in deep. She could feel the tension coiling in him, his body on the edge. But she wasn't ready to let him go just yet. She pulled away again, her hand still working him over. "You like that?" she asked, her voice sweetly mocking.

"Yeah," he managed to choke out. "It feels so good."

"Mm," she hummed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm just getting started."

Her hand moved in a slow, torturous rhythm as she took her time exploring his body with her mouth. She kissed and licked along his shaft, her teeth grazing the...