The Monkey Ambush
“Ook ook. Ookaka.” “Kikiki.”
Two monkeys stood where I pointed. Mom’s body trembled the moment she spotted them clinging to the trees. Her fear traveled straight through her back and into me.
They look disgusting.
The gray monkeys were far from cute—downright grotesque. Calling them monsters felt more accurate. Their genitals were so oversized it almost looked like they had three legs. I understood Mom’s terror and quickly weighed our options.
Judging by size alone, we could probably take them.
I knew how strong monkeys could be, but I was a warrior with an axe. Two of them shouldn’t be impossible. Still, I dismissed the idea just as fast. No point risking it when I don’t even know their exact strength—and I have Mom to protect.
“Let’s move quietly,” I whispered.
Mom nodded and placed her hands on my back. Feeling her warmth, I crept forward, scanning the surroundings to avoid mistakes. The distance between us and the monkeys grew.
“Agh!”
Mom stepped on a patch of ground hidden beneath leaves and fell, creating a sudden noise.
“Kikik!” “Kyaaa!”
Damn it!
The monkeys spotted us instantly. Their eyes turned vicious the moment they saw humans—probably because they were man-eaters—and they charged without hesitation.
Disgusting bastards.
Watching two monkeys swing through the trees with their massive members swinging freely was genuinely terrifying. I hauled Mom to her feet and sprinted.
Shing. Shing. Shing.
Their tree-climbing speed was faster than I’d imagined. The gap closed in seconds, and they were now aiming straight for Mom.
I’d already prepared for a fight the moment we were discovered. “Duck!” I shouted.
Mom dropped to the ground. Without hesitation, I hurled my axe at the gray monkey leaping toward us.
Shung shung shung—thud!
Direct hit.
The axe buried itself in the monkey’s skull. Instant death, of course.
“Kyaaaa!”
The remaining monkey landed on my shoulder and started clawing at my head. I tried to grab it and throw it off, but it clung stubbornly.
If I weren’t in Warrior Mode, I’d already be badly hurt.
The monkey’s hands tore at my face. My HP had already dropped 17%.
“Son, wh-what do we do?”
Mom wanted to help, but there was nothing she could do while the creature stayed latched on.
“I’ll handle it,” I told her, then grabbed the monkey’s legs and leaped backward, slamming it into a tree.
Thud. My HP fell another 2%.
“Graaah!”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I kept jumping backward, burning through HP, but the pain made the monkey’s grip weaken.
Now.
I flipped the monkey upward and drove it face-first into the ground.
Thud—!!!
The impact dazed it. Its eyes rolled back. I stomped on its head without mercy.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The monkey died.
“Hah… hah… hah. Mom, are you okay?”
I caught my breath and checked on her first.
“I’m fine. What about you?”
“Of course I’m not fine. But… we need to move. Now.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
I yanked the axe from the dead monkey’s head, grabbed Mom’s hand, and pulled her along while explaining.
“More monkeys are gathering here. We have to run.”
Trees in the distance were shaking—clear signs of approaching monkeys. We were in danger.
After moving around, I realized something while scanning the area.
We need to hide.
Running wasn’t viable. I chose to hide instead.
Over there!
Luckily, there was thick undergrowth perfect for concealment. I rushed over, pulled Mom inside, and held her from behind.
Six monkeys arrived shortly after we hid.
We would’ve died if we hadn’t hidden.
Even fighting just two had been dangerous. If I hadn’t killed one first, things could’ve gone horribly wrong.
Please just leave.
Hiding had been the right call. Now we just needed them to go away without spotting us. I suppressed every sound and lowered myself further. Mom was pressed against me in the cramped space.
“Ook ook.” “Kikiki.”
The monkeys jumped around the corpses, then started climbing trees and searching the area. I whispered into Mom’s ear.
“Even if they make noise right in front of us, stay completely still. Got it?”
Mom nodded quickly.
“Kii kii.”
One monkey approached our hiding spot. Neither of us made a sound.
Why the hell is this happening now?
In a life-or-death situation, my dick should’ve shriveled up. Instead, it was rock hard. Because I was hugging Mom from behind inside the vines, her ass was pressed right against me. My erection was wedged between her cheeks, and there was no way it was going down.
And my hands are in the worst possible places.
My right hand was cupping her breast. My left rested just below her stomach. Even with dangerous monkeys prowling nearby, filthy thoughts flooded my mind.
If I lower my hand a little more, I’ll touch her pussy.
My left hand was directly above her crotch. Despite the tension, the urge to feel her there surged up—and I acted on it.
I’m truly beyond saving.
While watching the monkeys, I slowly lowered my hand. My fingers brushed her slit. I moved a little further, positioned them over her entrance, and left them there. The fact that my hand was on Mom’s pussy thrilled me to the core.
Phew… thank god.
The monkey pack eventually left. The forest fell silent again. I didn’t stand up. I stayed exactly where I was, still holding Mom, and whispered into her ear.
“They’re smart. They might still be nearby.”
It was a lie. I had no idea. I used the excuse of safety to keep holding her. Mom stayed tense, seemingly unaware that her son’s fingers were still pressed against her pussy.
I should stop now.
As much as I wanted to continue, it felt like I’d pushed far enough. I lifted my hand and spoke.
“Lick me. I need to recover HP.”
Mom shifted inside the vines and began licking my face and neck. My already-erect cock stayed hard thanks to her tongue.
Mom already knows I’m hard. So…
She might not have noticed the touching, but the erection was impossible to hide. Since things had gone this far, I decided to use it.
“Mom.”
“What is it?”
“Ever since we entered the forest, I haven’t been able to get rid of this erection.”
“R-really?”
“I think… this forest is doing it to me.”
I claimed the forest itself was some kind of massive aphrodisiac. Mom was a healer—she had no choice but to believe whatever I said. So I lied boldly.
“Oh no! What should we do?”
“Sorry, but… I need you to help me take care of it.”
I asked for a handjob.
“You want me to do that?”
“Yeah. I think that’s the only way.”
I was using the situation to satisfy my own desires. Mom believed me simply because I was her son.
“All right, son.”
Mom pulled down her panties. Watching her do it stirred a twinge of guilt, but my anticipation was far stronger.
I’m about to feel Mom’s mouth again.
She brushed her hair back, lowered her head, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and took the head between her red lips. Because I was slightly propped up, I could see everything.
God, this feels too good.
Mom sucked her son’s cock with care. To her, it was just helping her child. But watching her made me feel a rush of conquest. In that moment, she felt like nothing more than my woman.
Chup. Slurp. Lick.
Mom worked busily. Every time her mouth and tongue rubbed against me, I shuddered but held it in.
I’m at my limit.
I’d enjoyed her mouth long enough. The urge to finish hit hard.
Sorry, Mom.
I grabbed her head with both hands and pushed down. My cock slid deep into her throat just as I came.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
I pumped thick loads straight down her throat. The release felt incredible—no post-nut clarity came. While I basked in pleasure, Mom’s face twisted. She pulled back and glared at me furiously.
She clearly hadn’t appreciated me suddenly forcing her head down.