About 3 years ago, I walked in on my son m***********. We were both embarrassed. I just casually and nonchalantly grabbed it and helped him finish. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking in that moment, I think I did it to defuse the tension at the time. When I think back on it it now I feel like a terrible mother and am mortified. We never had any s***** tension before or after. It was a one time thing and he’s never brought it up and I haven’t either.
He doesn’t seem effected by it, he has a girlfriend and is doing well in school. We’re not some kind of inbred perverts.
