We're Not Normal
Mom said we weren't normal anymore, so we should stop coming to the Tower. My heart felt heavy. I'd expected this, but I'd hoped it wouldn't come—or at least not so soon. And yet here it was. So Mom's the one to say it first.
Mom and I weren't in a normal relationship. We used the Tower's special environment as an excuse to justify our actions, but that excuse wasn't a cure-all for everything. Let's think positively. This is actually a good thing!
A mother and son sucking each other's genitals while completely naked was wrong. If they were mother and son, they should never do something like this. That was a rule society had made. So this was an inevitable problem we had to face. I tried to stay positive. This issue was bound to come up eventually, so it was better that it arrived quickly. If we put it off, the conflict would only grow bigger, making it harder to resolve through conversation. Right now was actually the easiest time to handle it.
I felt truly sorry for Mom, but I didn't hate the Tower. I liked the economic gains we were making here, and every moment I spent with her was happy and precious. Because of that, her suggestion that we stop climbing stirred up resistance in me. Honestly, I didn't come to the second floor just because I had to save Dad. Mom, that's the kind of son I am.
When I heard Dad had been taken by dangerous people, a dark thought had already formed deep in my heart—to use it as an excuse to bring Mom into the Tower with me. My intentions had never been pure from the start. That was why I couldn't bring myself to give up on climbing the Tower with her. How should I say it?
My mind was made up. I was going to convince Mom. We had to keep climbing. This wasn't something to rush, so leaving room for discussion was important. After thinking hard for a short while, I looked at Mom and spoke.
"Mom, I'm the most important person to you, right?"
"Yeah! I'm the kind of person who'd gladly die for my son."
She was the same woman who'd told me to abandon her and take the hundred billion. There was no need to explain how precious I was to her.
"I feel the same. That's why I'm saying this… The most important thing to us is each other. Isn't that right?"
"That's true."
"Then let's not say we're definitely not climbing the Tower anymore."
"How does that follow? I don't understand."
"Have you ever imagined Dad suddenly making debt and leaving home?"
"No. Never."
Dad had been a responsible, diligent head of the household until the day he left. That was why Mom and I had even borrowed from loan sharks when he said he was in trouble.
"This is a world where the father we trusted abandoned us and ran away. The Tower can't be explained by science either. In a world where trust and norms are collapsing, isn't it wrong to make important decisions based on outdated thinking?"
"What you're saying makes sense, but…"
Mom seemed to be searching for a counterargument but couldn't find one right away. I watched her lips and waited, then continued once I felt she was ready to listen.
"The Tower appeared and made the impossible possible. No one knows how the world will change now. In this situation, Mom and I got the chance to climb earlier than most people. It's dangerous, but it's also an opportunity! Mom, let's not give up."
"I don't like it because it's dangerous."
The expected reply came. I was ready with a rebuttal.
"Did we borrow from loan sharks because it wasn't dangerous? Can you really say the reality where people are threatening to capture and kill Dad is safer than the Tower?"
"…"
Mom had no answer.
"Sometimes I think the Tower, with its clear rules and standards, is actually safer and more reliable. So let's think slowly about whether to keep climbing. Okay?"
I had no intention of fully convincing Mom this time. Mom and I were bound by countless ethics, morals, norms, and customs. We had to untangle them one by one without rushing.
"Alright, son. I'm your mom, after all—I can't go against you. Tch."
Mom had been persuaded by my suggestion to think it over slowly. I was grateful once again that she followed my lead.
It's strange talking like this while we're both naked.
The urgent matter was settled. I suddenly became aware that Mom and I were still completely undressed.
"Mom, I'm getting horny again."
"Again?"
"…Yeah. I'm pretty healthy, you know. And here, I'm also a warrior."
Mom's gaze shifted to my fully erect cock. After confirming its angry state with her eyes, she gave a resigned look. I had her lie down on the floor while I looked at her. She turned her head to the side, avoiding my gaze, and spoke.
"I don't know if we should keep doing this."
"I actually think it's good?"
"What?"
Mom looked surprised. She clearly hadn't expected that answer.
"Gynecologists see women's genitals all the time, whether the patient is male or female. No one thinks that's weird."
"So you're comparing the Tower to a medical exam?"
"Yeah. If anything, the Tower should feel even more normal! This is a new land where lives are on the line. If survival comes first, then morality and norms should be thrown away. Dying because of them would be too unfair."
"Haa… I don't know. What you're saying seems right, but… I still wonder if it's okay."
"Mom, this is the Tower. We're a healer and a warrior here. Not mother and son. Got it?"
"…Yeah. I'm a healer. You're a warrior. I'll… just think about that."
"Good thinking, Healer. This warrior will use you to treat his physical condition."
I spoke with a playful grin. Mom seemed to find my attitude amusing and replied with a smile.
"Yes, please do, Warrior."
At least inside the Tower, I'd made Mom's worries seem like they weren't a problem. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I spread her legs. As if wanting to reward me, her pussy opened left and right, blooming fully. Mom's pussy is definitely the best reward for me.
The pussy that had given birth to me, that mysterious place from which I'd come into the world—it excited me like crazy just looking at it. I was certain nothing could be a more powerful reward than this. I placed my fully erect, enlarged cock on top of her pussy.
"Hnn."
I leaned down while our genitals were touching. The warmth and softness of her skin reached me. Wanting that pleasant sensation to grow stronger, I licked her neck with my tongue and used my hands to push up her bra.
"Haa. Haa."
Mom's body was starting to heat up. I licked her ears and cheeks while my fingers took hold of her quickly hardening nipples and twisted them.
"Hnnng."
She's really sensitive. Separate from worrying whether it was okay to do this with her son, Mom's body was extremely sensitive. Maybe that was exactly why she'd brought it up—because she was this sensitive, she was worried about what would come next. I'll make you even hotter, Mom.
I slowly licked various parts of her body. During the process, I relentlessly attacked her breasts with both hands and mouth. Because I'd sucked on them so often, I knew exactly where she was most sensitive. That made this possible.
"Ahh. Ahh."
Mom's body trembled more and more. I brought my right hand to her mouth. My fingers slipped into her slightly parted lips, and without any hesitation, Mom sucked on her son's fingers with her tongue. Mom's reason is getting paralyzed.
I continued the caresses while moving my body. My cock, resting on her pussy, now stimulated her clit and labia.
"Aah. Haaaa."
Mom's moans grew louder. Feeling the stimulation my cock was giving her, I gradually increased the intensity. Let's experiment. My cock was already wet with her fluids. If I found her entrance and pushed in, it would be full penetration. While rubbing against her pussy, I casually brought my glans to her entrance. I want to put it in. I really want to put it in.
Her pussy seemed to want to swallow my glans. That sensation triggered a crazy urge to thrust inside.
"Ah, son!"
Mom's eyes widened in shock. I smiled at her.
"Mom, trust me. I promised, remember? I won't put it in."
Exerting superhuman patience, I angled my cock upward so it was caught between her labia and continued rubbing.
"Haa. Haa."
Mom seemed reassured and turned her head away again. I kept rubbing, and during the process, I deliberately brushed my glans against her entrance a few times, pretending it was accidental. If it weren't Mom, I would've put it in already.
It was because she was Mom—because she was such a beautiful woman—that I wanted to put it in. But it was also because she was Mom that I could endure without doing it. If I put it in, I'd get the greatest pleasure right now. But I had to keep my promise. I couldn't let the Tower we'd worked so hard to build come crashing down. With near-superhuman willpower, I didn't penetrate her.
I placed my cock between her thighs, right below her pussy, and moved my hips busily. It couldn't compare to being inside her, but I was so aroused that I could feel the urge to cum building. I thrust my hips vigorously and ejaculated just like that. After finishing, I hugged Mom. She hugged me back, and we quietly savored the afterglow in that position. This time too, I was the only one who got relief. Mom's probably going to build up so much that her reason disappears soon. I hope it does.