Trap for the Boar and Mother's Milk
I woke up in the morning with a clear solution to the dilemma of weapons and traps for catching the wild boar.
"Mom, from now on, we're setting traps."
"My son can do that too, huh?"
"It's no big deal. Just dig a deep hole in the ground and let it fall in."
"And that's it?"
"Once it's in, then we kill it."
The boar we'd seen yesterday was pretty huge. Its hide would be tough, no doubt. Considering our only available weapons were wood and stones, a trap was the best option.
"Let's find some soft soil near the safe zone that's easy to dig."
The boar could show up anytime. Mom and I wandered the area, checking the minimap. In the process, we found a particularly shady spot where the ground looked easy to excavate.
"Mom, this is the place."
It was open on all sides, perfect for luring the boar, and the soil was soft enough to dig by hand. There might be better spots, but I figured we'd dig as much as we could in the time it took to search.
I broke off some nearby branches and sharpened them to use for stabbing and scraping the dirt.
"From now on, I'll dig with these. Mom, you keep watch for the boar and help when I ask."
"Shouldn't we do it together?"
I shook my head.
"I'm the Warrior! One person is faster than two for this kind of work."
Mom's strength wouldn't help much right now. It was better for her to keep lookout and run errands.
"Having such a reliable man around makes me feel good. I'll leave it to you, my son."
"Got it!"
I answered energetically and started digging in earnest. A shovel would be ideal, but scraping with the pointed wood ends was more efficient than I'd thought. I worked all morning, and the hole got pretty deep.
"Son, boar."
At Mom's words, I checked the minimap. The boar was heading our way.
"Back to the safe zone."
"Right."
We returned to the safe zone, where Mom had gathered a bunch of fruits for food. I rested while eating some with her.
My stomach pain's mostly gone. Should I tell Mom the truth?
The food here was finally something I could handle; the pain was barely noticeable. I needed to tell her.
"Son, you're not fully adapted yet, right?"
Mom approached. After meals, if pain hit, she'd kiss it better. The moment I saw her red lips, a lie slipped out.
"It's definitely better, but there's still quite a bit of pain."
Honestly, it was so mild I could ignore it. But I didn't tell the truth. The result? A kiss from Mom.
Sorry, Mom, but the price of a lie was delicious.
Humans really are creatures of adaptation. Good or bad, we adjust so fast.
After a few days here, erections weren't as embarrassing anymore. The shame hadn't vanished completely, but it no longer bothered me. Now I walked around Mom with my bulging panties on display like it was nothing. I could even admire her figure without a care.
"Um... Mom?"
"What?"
I stared at Mom (more precisely, her breasts) and noticed something. I hesitated on whether to say it, but decided I had to.
"Mom, are you lactating?"
"You and your questions! That doesn't make sense. Of course not."
I was her only child, and I'm an adult now—no way she'd have milk. I knew that. But I said it anyway.
"No, I mean, it looked like something other than sweat was coming from your breasts."
"R-really?"
"We should check..."
"Hold on."
Mom turned around. From behind, I watched her lower her leather bra and squeeze her breast.
"Son."
"Yeah?"
"I... I have milk. What's going on?"
"Probably the Healer's power."
I'd spotted the wet area around her nipple first. If it was milk, I'd already guessed it tied to her Healer abilities.
"You think? What an embarrassing power."
Mom didn't play games, so she seemed to think it was like healing by licking with saliva. My thoughts were entirely different.
"Milk might have a different effect from saliva."
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"Then what does it do?"
"We'd have to try it to find out."
"Tr-try eating it?"
"Isn't that the way?"
I was trembling hard. But I tried to stay as calm as possible.
"You rascal! Come here and suck."
"Suck it?"
Mom permitted breastfeeding way faster than I'd imagined.
"You said we have to try it. No other way, right?"
"True enough. Alright... I'll do it."
I approached after announcing it. Mom turned, cupped her right breast with both hands, and offered it up easily.
So big, yet so pretty.
Mom's breasts were huge, but still firm, with beautiful pink nipples. As her bra fell away, exposing them, I lost myself in the sight and brought my lips to her nipple.
Ah—feels good.
I'd suckled plenty as a baby, but remembered little. Now, with fresh sensation, I nursed on her firm nipple.
*Suck. Suck.*
"Hngh."
Milk really came out. Nothing special taste-wise, but not bad. I suckled eagerly, lips sealed around it.
"Haaa."
It was addictive. Whether from the milk's unique property or the thrill of Mom's breast, I didn't want to stop.
"Ahng. Haaa."
Mom didn't tell me to stop, so I kept going for a good while. In that time, I felt a change in my body.
I wanted more, but it'd been long enough. Swallowing my regret, I pulled away.
"Mom, my vision's sharper. Everything's clearer after the milk. Even this dark cave looks detailed—probably see well at night too."
"Milk has that power? Amazing."
"The effect probably lasts a while. When sharp eyes matter, I'll suck right away."
"Good idea. Let's do that."
Stronger abilities meant more safety. Mom and I were thrilled by the new discovery.
"Now the left one's turn!"
"What?"
"We have to try it—left and right might differ, Mom."
Mom smiled at my words.
"Ridiculous, but somehow it makes sense. Come on, suck the last one."
I'd just feasted on her breast, so she exposed the left one without hesitation. No point hiding now, I guess. I leaned in again, nipple entering my mouth.
"Hmng."
The suckling resumed. I teased it gently with my tongue.
"Haaa."
Time passed. I drank plenty again. Same taste as the right.
But different effect.
"Mom, the left boosts smell. My nose feels like a dog's now."
"Better sense of smell is good, right?"
"Of course. Eyes and nose are crucial for hunters."
"Thank goodness. Really."
Should I say it?
For hunters, sight, smell, and hearing are key. My eyes were sharper, seeing far clearly even in darkness. Nose caught faint scents for danger detection. That left hearing—and I suspected her pussy fluids.
But I couldn't say it.
No way a son asks to suck his mom's pussy. And it's just a guess.
It was pure speculation that her fluids enhanced hearing. Testing it by sucking her pussy? Impossible. I decided to keep quiet about that.
**
Even though I'd dug pretty deep, I didn't stop. It had to be escape-proof to catch the boar for sure.
"Mom, vine."
The hole was so deep, I needed a vine to climb out. I grabbed the one Mom tossed and pulled myself up.
"Now cover it and lure it in—done."
"Good work, son. You okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
"I feel bad just relaxing while you worked."
"No, Mom. Just being here helps a ton."
At my words, Mom patted my butt.
"All grown up."
Feeling her touch, I outlined the next step.
"Rest a bit, then lure and catch the boar."
"Aren't you rushing?"
"Luring's not hard. Let's clear the mission quick."
"Confident?"
"Nope. Confident I'll fail? Nah."
Mom pondered my answer.
"What? Don't say that—you'll confuse me."
We rested in the safe zone. Before I could speak, Mom lowered her bra.
"Son, suck. You need it."
"...Yeah."
I nursed her right nipple for milk, then the left. Eyes and nose sharpened greatly. Tests since yesterday showed the milk's effect lasted about three hours, regardless of amount.
Plenty for luring the boar.
Time to move to the next mission.