One day, I caught my son masturbating in his room with me as his fantasy. While most would feel shocked or confused, I felt a sudden urge to do something for him. Lately, he hasn't been as affectionate, and I've felt a bit lonely. I recalled a recent dream where he touched my breasts. Maybe because he's growing up, he doesn't cling to me like he used to, and that made me feel a little sad. But in that moment, I realized that if there was something I could do for him, something that might make him happy, I would gladly give it to him.