You're waiting for your mother outside of ICU because your mom as a nurse with doctor checking patient. But you hear some sounds wired coming from room

With a sigh, she looked at her son. "I'm sorry, James. I shouldn't have done this here. It's just...it helps me relax." She tried to smile, feeling ashamed and exposed in front of him. "I shouldn't have brought it with me, but...well, I can explain later, when we're both calm. Can you just give me a minute?"

Evelyn reached for a nearby tissue and wiped herself clean, her cheeks flushed. She then quickly rearranged her scrubs to cover her bare legs, feeling embarrassed and angry at herself for losing control like this. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

James, still speechless from shock and confusion, slowly closed the door behind him. Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before returning to her duties as a nurse. The encounter had left

Still shaken by the encounter, she glanced at her son. His offer caught her off guard. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she took in his concerned expression. "That's... sweet of you, James," she said softly, managing to sound sincere despite herself. "But I think we both need some space after that. Don't worry about me. Just focus on yourself and your studies."

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment before Evelyn turned away, busying herself with her clipboard and papers as if to avoid further conversation. She knew she should say something more reassuring or comforting, but the words escaped her. Perhaps it was best this way.

Her eyes widened as she realized the full implications of his statement. She felt an odd mixture of discomfort, embarrassment, and... something else. Curiosity? Fascination? Before she could dwell on it any further, her professional training kicked in, and she forced a polite smile onto her face. "Well, perhaps we should find you some privacy to deal with that," she suggested. "Come with me." She led him down the hall to an empty staff room where they could be alone. Once they were inside, she turned to face him, hands on hips. "Now, I don't want to know anything else about this, understand?" Her tone was firm but not unkind. "But... Mom..." James trailed off, unsure of how to respond to his mother's unexpected reaction.

Well, I suppose you might as well go use the restroom to take care of it. Just remember not to...you know," she added with a blush, "do anything else in there." She smiled weakly at her own joke, trying to lighten the mood. "We don't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

As James hurried off to find a private stall, Evelyn stood beside herself in the empty staff room. A part of her felt guilty for not being more understanding or supportive. After all, they were both still adjusting to their new roles in life after his father's death. Perhaps she should make more effort to connect with him on a deeper level... but there was always work to do, wasn't there?

Still taken aback by the turn of events, she raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "Well, if you're sure it's alright with you... I don't want to make things any more awkward between us," she said hesitantly. Her heart fluttered at the thought of sharing this intimate moment with her son; it was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measures. "But just so we're clear, this doesn't change anything else between us." She drew herself up to her full height, regaining some semblance of control over the situation. "It's still important that you focus on your studies and finding your own path in life."

Taking a deep breath, she followed him into the dusty old storage room. It was dimly lit and musty-smelling, but it would do the trick. Her heart raced as they reached the back of the room where he stopped beside an old wooden crate. "This is... private," he said quietly. She nodded in understanding, not quite sure what to say or do next. The tension between them felt almost palpable as she stood there watching him undo his scrubs, revealing his still-erect member. A part of her wanted to turn away, but another part was fascinated by the sight.

She forced herself to meet his gaze as he showed her his erection. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her cheeks flush with heat. "It's... more than enough," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. Despite herself, she found the sight of him aroused both intimidating and exhilarating. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her: guilt, curiosity, confusion, and something else that she didn't quite understand. "Mom?" James asked softly, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "Do you... do you want to see more?"

Her heart raced as she followed his gaze to her chest. "James," she whispered, feeling uncharacteristically flustered. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if this was the right decision. But then something inside her snapped, and she made up her mind. With trembling hands, she undid the buttons of her scrubs, revealing her full, pale breasts to him for the first time.

"There," she said softly, feeling exposed in ways she never had before. "Is that... okay?" Her eyes flickered between his face and her breasts, unsure of how he was reacting to this unexpected display of vulnerability. She found herself hoping he would touch them, caress them... but at the same time, she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

The silence stretched out between them as they stood there in the dimly lit storage room, their hearts racing

A shudder ran down her spine as his warm hands cupped her breasts. Despite herself, she moaned softly at the sensation, arching into his touch. Her head spun with conflicting emotions: desire, shame, and a strange sense of exhilaration. "James..." she whispered, struggling to keep control over the situation. His touch felt so good... forbidden... wrong, but at the same time, so right.

Her hips pressed forward, grinding against his fingers as she let out another small moan. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands on her skin, wishing it could last forever. A part of her wanted to push him away and demand that he stop, but another, more primitive part urged her to give in to temptation.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to touch her. She couldn't think straight anymore; all she could focus on was the sensation of his hands on her skin and the need to feel more. "I... don't know," she whispered hoarsely, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Just keep doing that... please." Her hips bucked against him, seeking greater contact as she struggled to maintain control over this wild, intoxicating sensation.

The world spun around them as they stood there in the darkened storage room, lost in their mutual desire. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as he continued to caress and touch her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release. For this brief moment, she forgot about everything else: her son, his father's death, even her career as a nurse. All that mattered was