Author's note: This is a fictional tale with all the characters over the age of 18 and above.
This story is written in the same universe as "Andrea's Concern" however, it's a stand alone. So if you want to read more about Andrea and her son, you know what to do...
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"Are you serious?" Andrea asked her friend with a gaping mouth. She was shocked, utterly and overwhelmingly, listening to her friend.
"Yes, I'm serious. I don't know what to do..." Julia replied in a voice that dripped of helplessness.
"Why don't you just talk to him? Just tell him the disadvantages and ask him to stop doing it!"
"And say what? He is smart and already knows what he should or shouldn't do... still he keeps doing it. And even if I ask him to stop it, what if he doesn't agree? Then what... do you think that it's a good idea?"
"You never know... Maybe he listens to you, then it could all become so much better and fulfilling..." Andrea whispered, almost as if she had stumbled upon a beautiful memory.
"What? What did you say? I couldn't hear you..."
"No, nothing, it's not important," Andrea tried to change the topic and turned her head to hide the blush on her face.
"Maybe I can talk to him again..." Julia mused to herself. She didn't pay attention to her friends weird behaviour, worried as she was about her own problem.
"Yeah, I think that's the best, talking, just come right out and say it... at least that's what I did... with my son" Andrea muttering devolved into a nearly inaudible mumble by the end of her sentence.
Julia was already lost in her own thoughts to pay any mind to her friend's incoherent bumble. She was more concerned at the moment to find out a solution for her problem.
"I can talk to him but... How do I do it? It's not a conversation you would usually have with your son, is it? That time it was disastrous... And we haven't really connected since he started high-school..." Julia sighed and looked forlorn. She was sad about the fact that she couldn't be open and honest with her son, having to worry about how to have a normal conversation with her own kid.
"That's true! Even if he's now 18 and an adult, this isn't a normal topic..." Andrea nodded in understanding. They both sighed because of the tricky situation Julia found herself in.
The thing that had Julia so concerned was related to her son's habits, specifically, his masturbatory habits.
This wasn't something that had just come up suddenly. It had been building over a long time. Julia had ignored it till now, had tried to keep her mind off of it, and give her son the privacy he deserved.
She had been successful in doing that too, until, until a couple of days ago. It had become too much, too much that she couldn't just ignore it anymore. She had to talk about it to somebody. So she just up and came to her best friend's house, hoping to brainstorm and find a solution to her problem.
"I've been thinking," Andrea began and asked, "Is it really a problem? I mean, high-school boys masturbate, that's what they do!"
"But that much!?"
"Is it really that much though?"
"What are you saying Andrea? Isn't jacking off six times a day, daily, too much?" Julia asked with her eyes widening in shock at her friend's unconcerned voice.
"Hmmm, is having sex six times a day too much?" Andrea mused. "Maybe it is too much..."
"Of course it is! It is insane! And how does he even get that much... that much ejaculate? Doesn't his... balls... hurt?"
"Well, high-school boys have lot of it in the tank..."
"What? What are you on about? How would you know even?" Julia gave her blonde friend a weird look.
"I'm- I'm just saying... yeah you're right, it is too much..." Andrea stood up and turned around to hide how flushed her face was at her friend's question. "Well aren't you supposed to be the specialist? Ms. Psychologist?"
"I don't have all the answers, you know..." Julia sighed. "That's why I wanted your advice, you had a similar problem with Chris, after all."
"My Chris doesn't have this problem!"
"Alright, alright he doesn't, why be so defensive all of a sudden... speaking of it did you get to resolve it to your liking?" Julia spoke while flicking her bangs behind.
"I'm sorry... and as for that problem, it has been resolved." Andrea said with a mysterious glint in her eyes which went unnoticed by her brunette friend.
"I am at a loss you know, I have experience some tricky situations in all my life of 38 years, but this, with my own son... I just don't k ow what to do." Julia sighed wistfully.
"I mean he... he used to do it thrice a day but recently he is taking it too far!"
"But how do you know how many times a day he does it?" Andrea asked with some interest.
"Hmmm... don't laugh okay!?"
"Promise!"
"Well, it was... it started when..."
***
"Jack, can you ask you something, honey?"
"No!"
"What!?" Julia was surprised by the rude rejection. "Why?"
"Because whenever you say those words, it turns into a huge thing and that is such a pain!"
"What!? You really think this way?"
"Well whatever, ask away..."
Julia knew not to dwell on the topic because it won't be a short conversation, moreover, they had had several one of those about his attitude. That did no good for anyone.
"So, first of all how's your new bed doing? Is it working for you? Not like the previous, too small, right?"
"Is this what you really want to ask me?"
"No, I mean, I-"
"So just ask the question already! And for your information, the new bed is just fine. Not good, not bad, just fine!"
Julia sighed wistfully. She was such an authoritative person in her job and outside the house. However, when it came to her son, her only family, she just found herself to be on pins and needles. She knew she should take a harder stance towards her son, she just was too afraid to make him mad at her.
She wanted to scold him, scold Jack, but whenever it came to that she would just chicken out. She hated that about herself, her constant need to be liked by all, her son in particular.
So, she listened to his every demand, however much nonsensical they were. Why only a week ago she had bought him a new bed, since the previous one was too small. That was the excuse given by Jack, regardless, if it were true or not.
"Now listen here young man..." Julia had had enough she was not going to put up with this any longer, or at least that was her intention when she began; however under the intense stare of her son, she wilted.
"Are you gonna ask me or what?" Jack huffed, clearly in a bad mood.
"Yes, I," Julia felt like crying. The thing that she wanted to ask wasn't a normal, everyday conversation between a mother and son. She had been meaning to ask him that since the day after they had brought the new bed home.
It was as difficult, no even more difficult than the one they had about him spending all his time cooped up inside his own room. He had broke it off with his girlfriend and didn't even seem to spend time with his friends.
Also, much more concerning was the fact that his frequency of masturbation had increased from once daily to thrice daily, at least that she knew of. She did his laundry and that's how she had come to have known about it.
That was a conversation filled with landmines. Somehow she navigated through it, however, Jack had left the room before she could finish. And of course, she couldn't broach the subject of his masturbation. She was too shy and scared.
But not today. No, she had made up her mind, she wouldn't cower under his apparent anger. She was gonna do it, and that was that.
"Well, there is- the thumping sound of your bed, against the wall. It is quite frequent as well. Do you know something about it?"
It was not a secret and she already knew where that thumping sound originated from. Still, she couldn't come outright and ask him directly. With this question she was laying the foundation to move into the real thing.
"Why are you asking? Does it bother you sleep or something?"
Julia was left stunned. She couldn't make out if he really didn't understand or was just faking it in the hope that she would just back down.
After all, it was never about the thumping, or if it bothered her, it was about the cause of them.
He isn't making it any easier.
Julia sighed, mentally prepared herself to get to the bottom of it.
"So yeah, it doesn't bother me. No that's not the point..."
"So what's the point?" Jack still had that uninterested, slightly passed off expression on his face.
Julia thought that it actually made him look more attractive, not that he needed it. He had tall, athletic build, much like the other men in her paternal side of the family. He had the same brown hair as her, and her fair color. She shook her head to get rid of the distracting thoughts and focus on the issue at hand.
"The point is... the point is that you masturbate too much!" Julia shouted. She was sure there wasn't another way she could say it other than by shouting.
"Do I now?"
How is he so calm? Does he not care at all? Or this is just...
Julia was at a loss in front of her son's apparent shamelessness.
"Yes! I can hear the bed thump against the wall. I can hear it!"
"And so? I'm not allowed to jack off or something?"
Julia had to catch her breath for a few moments. She was more than a little surprised by her son's attitude. She was sure it would be awkward and maybe he wouldn't even want to talk about it at all. But here he was all calm and mature. She couldn't believe it.
Aren't teenage boys supposed to be all awkward...
"I don't mean it that way. I just, I just want to know why you do it this much? Six times a day is not normal. And why don't you just get a girlfriend and have sex with her? Sammy was a good girl, why did you break up with her?" Julia blurted out everything all at once. She didn't have enough trust in herself to do it any other way.
"With Sammy, it had run its course. And I can and will do what I want." Jack replied in a cold voice, seemingly unbothered by the nature of the topic.
"But- but! Six times a day is too much!"
"How do you know? How do you know how many times I jackoff?"
Julia was speechless. She didn't dare meet his piercing, questioning, gaze.
"Are you keeping track of every time that I masturbate?"
Julia felt like crying and running away. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable for her. She felt like a little kid, it was as if their roles had been switched.
Finally, though, mustering up the courage she squeaked out, "Yes."
"Oh! You seem to have a lot of time..."
"No I just..."
"Let's hear it then!"
"What?"
"Just count to me the six times."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yes!"
