The Eve of the Wolf Pack Battle
It was the day before we had to fight the wolf pack, and I felt pathetic about myself.
Get it together. How are you supposed to protect Mom and make money with a mindset like this?
I had to kill four wild wolves tomorrow. With my life on the line, managing my condition was more important than anything. I knew that—better than anyone—yet sleep wouldn't come no matter what.
The reason I couldn't sleep was lust. I'd cut back on training to get into peak shape and hit the sack early, but now my sex drive was raging out of control. My erection wouldn't go down, and filthy thoughts kept flooding my mind nonstop.
Mom. Sorry.
The target of those dirty thoughts was my mom, lying right next to me. In this space that belonged only to us, I sank into forbidden fantasies of making love with her. I screamed at myself in my head that I shouldn't, but my imagination played on like an automatic reel, refusing to stop.
"Son. Can't sleep?"
Mom must have been watching me toss and turn.
"...Yeah."
"Scared thinking about tomorrow?"
"Scared? Please. It's just four wolves. With you healing me, what's there to be afraid of?"
I couldn't show any weakness— it'd only make Mom worry more. I said it strong, like I wasn't afraid at all.
"Tch. If you're not scared, why aren't you sleeping? This is when you need to rest up."
"The wolves are such a joke, I've got room to think about other stuff."
Wolves weren't a joke at all, of course. I was just pretending to be chill so Mom wouldn't worry.
"Son. What were you thinking about? Wanna tell Mom?"
No way in hell.
I'd been imagining fucking her right here. Say that out loud to her? No chance. Impossible.
"Just... nothing..."
"Dirty thoughts, huh? Hehe."
She nailed it, and I flinched.
"N-no! Why would you even say that?!"
"See? Getting all worked up proves I'm right."
"No! I'm telling you, no!"
I didn't want to snap, but I had to deny it hard, so I yelled with an irritated look on my face.
"Okay, okay. Calm down. Warriors always stay cool, right? You said that yourself."
"...Yeah. I did."
Her words had me spinning, but she wasn't wrong. I needed to stay calm. In every way.
A brief silence fell. The tense vibe from my fake outburst eased up. Mom, like she'd been waiting for this, spoke first.
"Son. Mom knows everything. I can't not know when it's about you."
When she came at me with that kind of confidence, I was in a tough spot. I'd never won an argument against her.
"You're a healthy young guy. Nothing to be ashamed of. Mom gets it."
"Mom."
"What?"
"Why say stuff like that?"
Her words messed with my head, but I suppressed my feelings and asked in the calmest tone I could manage.
"Because... Mom can see everything."
"See what?"
"You've been hard this whole time."
"H-hard? What do you mean har—!!!"
I started to snap back but clamped my mouth shut in a panic. I realized she meant my dick.
"You've been like that all evening. Mom's been watching, so don't deny it."
Full erection all through dinner. Mom must've figured I was having dirty thoughts because my panties stayed tented out. Fair assumption—hard to argue.
"It's not dirty thoughts. It's 'cause I'm a warrior now. All this extra power's got nowhere to go down there."
I blamed it on being a warrior. Lame excuse, but since Mom wasn't one, it wasn't a bad improv.
"I know. I figured as much."
"Then act like you don't and let it slide. Why embarrass me?"
"I want to, but it's getting worse every day!"
She's not just watching me—I watch her body too. I'd been too self-centered.
Just like I eyed Mom's figure, she was checking out her son. No surprise if she'd noticed my boner longer than I thought.
Stay quiet now. It'll just pile on the embarrassment.
Talking would only lead to more slip-ups. I decided to shut up and chill.
As I held my tongue, Mom rolled onto her side and stared right at me. I suddenly realized how close we were.
"Son. Want Mom to help?"
"What?"
I was so shocked, it felt like the world froze. Her words hit like a bomb.
"I heard somewhere that lots of guys don't even jerk off."
I did. Regularly—not too much, not too little.
"Why bring up jerking off?"
My voice shook, but I wanted to know why, so I kept it flat and emotionless.
"You don't jerk off, do you? It's just building up. Am I wrong?"
I always cleaned up thoroughly after, so she thought I didn't. Or maybe her knowledge on this was a bit off. Either way, she believed it.
I'm hopeless.
Admit I jerked off like other guys, and I'd be the honest good boy. I knew that, but I didn't. I chose to be the lying son instead.
"You even know that much?"
"You're my son. Of course I know."
"Jeez! Mom shouldn't care about that stuff."
"No! I have to. This isn't home—it's the Tower."
Her tone was firm, resolute. I could tell no arguing would sway her stubborn mode.
"Fine. Care if you want. Can't help being embarrassed."
We were talking about sex stuff now. Like with the fruit, was immunity building? It felt a little less weird each time.
"Don't just get embarrassed—answer me. Son, want Mom to help?"
A massive wave of anticipation hit, but I played dumb. "Help how?"
"Jerk you off. Mom'll do it."
"..."
Yes slipped toward my lips before I caught it. I managed silence instead.
"Don't want to?"
"..."
Yes. But no reason to say it came to mind, so no words.
"Mom just wants to help you relax. That's how we survive this Tower and get out safe. Nothing's more important."
She gave me the excuse. The reason it was okay to say yes.
"Nothing's more important than getting out safe. You're right."
"Good. Mom'll help then. You let go of all those thoughts and just stay still. Release the heat, keep the calm. Got it?"
"...Yeah. Okay, Mom."
I agreed, and she pressed a finger to my lips.
"From now on, you know nothing. So stay still. Got it?"
"..."
Even answering felt risky, so I just nodded shortly.
She met my eyes, then pulled her finger away and moved her hand to my panties.
I'd been the bad son fantasizing about her, but now I was the good boy staying still like told.
That let me feel it crystal clear: every moment as Mom's hand pulled down the leather panties—symbol of the warrior—past my knees.
My rock-hard dick sprang up, throbbing with excitement and anticipation.
Mom said nothing. Her ragged breathing reached my ears, hinting she was trembling too.
Ah—.
Her hot hand gripped my dick. Totally different from when she'd held it while sleeping. The power of her willing touch was insanely intense.
Grasping her son's shaft, Mom slowly stroked the length. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Feels too good.
Bliss beyond words. I closed my eyes, focusing only on the sensation. Orgasm built gradually.
Hold it. Gotta hold back.
I wanted more. To savor this electric pleasure from her hand longer.
I clenched my fists, pushing the urge away.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Bad. This is bad.
Mom stroked, then rubbed my glans with her thumb. The impact was huge—I came right then.
Spurt. Spuuurt. Spurtttt.
Semen erupted hot from my dick. As it started, Mom cupped the head with her other hand, catching it all. Her palm got thoroughly soaked.