NTR: Mommy Will Help You!

At that moment, a vision flashed before Oliver's eyes, and it made his jaw drop. It was a scene that was more than he could ever ask for. In his mind's eye, Oliver saw her on her knees, completely naked. She looked up at him with lustful eyes as she stroked his massive hard-on and licked his balls and then his whole cock with her tongue.

Oliver shook his head. He couldn't believe it. Something was very wrong. Rebecca wasn't that kind of woman. She had always seemed cold and distant, never showing any interest in men or even any hints of sexuality. Oliver didn't know what to make of the vision. It had just appeared in his head without warning.

Still, a vision was just that, and Oliver helped Rebecca to her feet while she covered herself. As usual, there was no gratitude. Instead, she shot an angry glare at him, looking at him as though he had done something horrible to her.

"What are you trying to do, you perverted jerk!?" Rebecca exclaimed while trying to rearrange her attire to hide the exposed part of her breast.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Oliver argued, but he could tell that she wasn't going to listen to him. She was already convinced that he was trying to molest her. "I was helping you to not fall!"

"Right, you would like me to believe that, wouldn't you?" Rebecca snorted in return. Her attitude was pissing him off. Oliver wondered what he had done to deserve such disdain from her.

So, before she had a chance to argue further, Oliver grabbed the books that had been dropped on the floor and looked at her. "If you don't mind, let me take these over to where they're supposed to go. Do you think you could point me in the right direction?"

Rebecca just stared at him with narrowed eyes for a moment longer before she began walking again, leading the way to where the books needed to go. It was one of the storerooms at the back of the library.

He followed behind her. No further words were exchanged between them, which was fine with Oliver because he wasn't in the mood to chat with someone who was so bitchy toward him.

After helping her place the books, Oliver was about to leave the storage room when Rebecca spoke to him for the first time, her voice as cold and detached as ever. "Oliver, were you just trying to help, or were you really trying to do something inappropriate to me?"

This made Oliver turn around to face her. She had a stern look on her face. She had folded her arms beneath her bust, pushing up her firm and ample breasts, but that didn't divert his attention. He had heard the slight shift in her voice, and that was his concern right now.

She wasn't confrontational anymore. Her tone was softer, calmer, and full of doubt. Maybe she knew that she was being too harsh, that her attitude might have been a bit unfair. She knew that there had been an accidental nature to what had happened earlier. This realization made her ask him.

"Of course I was trying to help you! I don't know why you are always acting so aggressive towards me. I never did anything to deserve it," Oliver replied without hesitation. He was annoyed at her for asking him this question, especially when the answer should be apparent.

Rebecca sighed, nodding at him, and said, "You are right. Sorry, it is not fair of me to treat you like that. Maybe I just saw things the wrong way. I guess I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions. Thank you for helping me out, and I am sorry again. However, if you are talking about my behavior towards you, I am acting that way because of your bad behavior. You should not be doing all those naughty things in school. A boy your age should be studying instead of playing around."

And just like that, Rebecca went from being apologetic to being bossy and lecturing him. Oliver couldn't take this anymore and wanted to leave this place before his temper rose further, but then, Rebecca's facial expression softened again, and she added, "We are the same age, Oliver. It is a time of our life when we should focus on important things. Have you thought about the future? If you fail here, your whole life might end up badly. You must work hard to do well and graduate from school and go to college."

This was the first time that Rebecca had ever talked to him like this, and now she even sounded sincere. Not only was this out of the norm, but it also surprised him.

"I am serious about my studies," Oliver said, feeling indignant and defensive. "I just came here to the library to catch up with my schoolwork."

This made Rebecca pause for a moment as she observed him, and then she raised a brow. "Hmmm, I don't think you are a student who doesn't take education seriously. In fact, you always studied well. Why is it that your behavior seems to have gotten worse lately? I have seen you fooling around with girls in the classroom. It is not appropriate, and it is the reason I have been scolding you. Oliver, don't mess up your future like this. I have seen that you did very well in the past, and that is what prompted me to confront you. You should not let it all go to waste by being a playboy."

Rebecca's words struck a chord within Oliver. She wasn't saying that just to be condescending; instead, it seemed like she sincerely cared for him. Her motives were good.

Oliver couldn't help but appreciate her sentiments. After all, she was putting forth the effort to confront him about this. Yet, in the end, he didn't know how to respond. "So, what you are saying is that I should just quit screwing around? You are telling me to focus on my studies and put aside these urges?"

"That is what I have been telling you since the beginning. What are you going to achieve by doing all that?" Rebecca asked him in return. "In the future, when you look back, what will you be proud of? The girls you have slept with?"

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