He slowly processes her words over in his head. Yes, helping the family. That was what she was doing. He presses back against her, wanting to feel her breasts more firmly. Her had started to stroke his hardness. He had inherited his fathers size in that department too, his stiff road standing to be close to 8 inches long and thick - an inch or two smaller then his fathers, but he would not have known that. He stifles a moan as her hand roams over his tanned, toned body.<br/><br/>Part of him found this to be incredibly wrong. This was his mother, afterall - it wasn't right for her to touch him in such an intimate way. But he had been jerking off to his older sister - wasn't that just as wrong? But he was just a confused, hormonal boy. "Ye...yes." He stammers in response. "Fam...families help..help...each other." He murmurs, closing his eyes once more, letting the sensations she was causing him wash over his body. His hands clench in fists at his side as her hand strokes him.