Mother's Hand
I could tell what my mother was thinking without even asking. She was planning to follow the mission's instructions. But that was something I could never allow under any circumstances.
"No. I can't wait. It says the time limit is ten minutes."
"There has to be another way, Mother."
"Changjae..."
"That's right—the shop! The shop must sell potions too. Let's check that first."
I fumbled with my phone using my relatively unharmed right hand and searched through the shop. I currently had 80 coins. I'd had 5 coins left before, plus 50 from the mission reward, which should have made 55. For some reason, there were 25 extra coins. Still, better than not having enough. More was always better.
"Ah."
Found it. Recovery potions. The Low-Grade Recovery Potion cost 50 coins. The High-Grade Recovery Potion from the mission reward was 200 coins. This was basically like a potion in a game. But since there were no HP numbers displayed like in games, I had no idea which one to use.
"F-for now, let's buy the Low-Grade Recovery Potion that we can actually afford..."
"Changjae."
My mother's hand covered mine as I manipulated the phone. She was looking up at me with serious eyes.
"You said it yourself, Changjae. There are priorities when spending coins. Even if it's inconvenient, if there's a way to solve something without using them, we should do that."
"...Yes."
"I didn't listen when you said it was dangerous, and that's how I got you hurt like this. Still... can't you let Mom do what she wants this one time? No—let me do it. From now on, I'll follow whatever you say without question. Okay?"
"Mother..."
She was right. The most important thing right now was efficiency. To be efficient, I had to complete the mission. I couldn't waste our precious few coins on something like a potion.
The hand holding mine tightened with determination.
"Changjae, please..."
The emotions rising in her eyes were guilt and a heavy sense of responsibility. She had nothing to feel sorry about. Anyone suddenly thrown into a bizarre place like this would make mistakes. I was the same. This wasn't her fault.
"...I understand, Mother."
"Thank you, Changjae!"
Her gaze was so desperate that I couldn't refuse anymore. Yes. This was unavoidable. It was something I had to do to survive—and to protect her by staying alive.
"...Mother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten hurt."
If only I'd had the strength to beat it to death with my bare hands before it bit me. If I hadn't stabbed the spear so deeply. If I'd found a way to get a proper weapon sooner. There must have been a way to handle it without getting injured. I just hadn't found it. Above all, the problem was my complacent mindset. I'd told her it was dangerous, but honestly, I hadn't thought it was that dangerous. I should have been more vigilant and warned her more firmly, but I failed.
"Changjae, don't say that. I was ready to die, but you saved me. Thanks to you, I'm safe like this, aren't I?"
Mother managed to smile a little.
"When you stepped in front of me, your back looked so cool. I fell for you all over again. I wish I could've taken a picture."
She kept rambling as if trying to hide her nervousness. Meanwhile, both her hands reached for the belt of my combat uniform.
-Click. Click.
With awkward movements, Mother undid my belt. She was really... planning to do that to me.
"Changjae. Don't worry. Leave it to Mom. Okay?"
"Mother..."
I wanted to undo the belt myself, but my hands were in no condition to manage even that. The numbness that had kept me from feeling pain right after the bite was fading. Honestly, it hurt so much I wanted to die. It burned, stung, and throbbed. It felt like the wound had been cauterized with fire, then sprinkled with salt. If I could, I would've cut the whole arm off.
Even so, I tried to act calm in front of her. It was a man's petty pride—I couldn't show weakness before my mother. And I couldn't burden her with even more worry when she was already overwhelmed with it.
"Close your eyes and think about a girl you like. I'll take care of the rest."
With trembling hands, Mother undid my pants belt, then pulled down the zipper and slid my pants down. My lower body was exposed, clad only in cheap military-issue underwear. I closed my eyes as she instructed. It would be harder for her if I was watching. And honestly, I couldn't bear to watch her do it either.
...So this was how I ended up in this kind of relationship with my mother.
It was something I'd once genuinely wished for. But now, only deep regret and resignation settled in my heart.
I had wanted a more special relationship with her. But this situation was far—painfully far—from what I'd hoped for. I wanted our hearts to connect, to become special to each other both emotionally and physically. I wanted to become her lover in Father's place.
I never wanted it to happen like this... forced and twisted into something abnormal.
It was heartbreaking.
A chill ran across my lower body. She must have pulled my underwear down too. Was she looking at my cock right now? What was she thinking as she stared at it? I hoped it wasn't anything bad. I'd been running and fighting—maybe it smelled like sweat. ...I hoped it wasn't too bad.
...Strangely, it was quiet.
Was our current situation being broadcast somewhere? This was basically a large-scale hidden camera show. The kind that pushes participants into extreme situations and observes how they behave. We were the actors performing on that stage.
Was someone with a sexual fetish for parent-child incest watching us? The other side clearly had transcendent technology. To abduct an entire military outpost without anyone noticing? And they possessed metaverse technology generations ahead of ours? Were they really aliens?
Haha. What a joke. To have alien-level technology and use it just to watch parent-child incest. What pathetic aliens. What the hell did they want? Did they really just want to see a mother-son incest scene? What a bunch of perverts.
"Uh..."
Even while I was lost in those thoughts, Mother still hadn't started. Why? Was there a problem? Was my cock so disgusting she didn't even want to touch it?
I slightly opened my eyes and glanced at her. She had frozen with my underwear pulled down. Her gaze was naturally fixed on my crotch. My cock hung limply in silence. From my perspective, it wasn't that disgusting. It wasn't even erect yet. Maybe I'd lost too much blood and there wasn't enough left to go there.
"...C-Changjae, what do I do now?"
"...What do you mean, what do you do?"
"I mean... how should I do it?"
Mother. Are you really asking me that?
She looked up at me with eyes that genuinely seemed lost, seeking help.
"...Mother, um... with your hand..."
"With my hand?"
Had she never even done it with her hand before?
"Just... hold it like this and rub it up and down."
I made a cylindrical shape with my hand and moved it up and down like I was masturbating.
"...L-like this?"
"Ugh..."
Mother carefully grasped my cock. As if handling fragile porcelain. My shaft was enveloped in her soft hand. Blood slowly began to gather there.
"Yes, Mother. Just like that..."
Mother was touching my cock. It felt less erotic and more... incredibly strange. She gently held the base of my still-soft penis and began rubbing it exactly as I'd instructed.
"H-how is it? Harder? Or softer?"
"...A little harder, please."
Her attitude was serious. And cautious. Like an apprentice receiving secret teachings from a master.
"Sorry. Mom doesn't... have much experience with this..."
Her face flushed bright red as she honestly confessed. So that was it. Her awkward movements had made me suspect as much. When we lived together, she barely left the house. She probably didn't have much experience with men other than Father.
"Changjae. If you want something, tell me clearly. If you don't, I won't know."
...Mother. Didn't you just say, "Think about a girl you like" and "I'll take care of the rest"?
Honestly... it was already embarrassing enough to receive this from her, but asking for specific things felt even more humiliating. I wished she'd just figure it out herself.
"Then... a bit harder, and a bit faster, please."
"O-okay!"
But even after I made the request, there wasn't much strength in her hand. She could have gripped it firmly. She still seemed hesitant about something. Honestly, it was a mess. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she had no idea how to pleasure a man. How could she be this bad at it?
"It's getting bigger!"
"Of course it is..."
How was I even supposed to respond to that? She was acting like she'd just discovered for the first time that cocks get erect. I almost laughed.
"Mother, if your arm hurts, you can go slower..."
"I'm fine!"
Thanks to the physical stimulation, my cock had gotten hard. But that was it. I didn't feel the slightest bit aroused. I never imagined she'd be this talentless. For a moment, I even wondered if this was why Father had left such a beautiful woman.
"H-how is it? Does it feel like you're going to cum?"
"...Not yet."
Far from cumming, I was struggling just to hold back my laughter. At this rate... there was no way I'd finish within ten minutes. Haha.
The moment I thought that, as if on cue, a new alarm rang out.
Beep♪ Mission time limit: 5 minutes remaining.
"Ah...!"
Watching Mother grow even more anxious, I began thinking about contingency plans in case the mission failed.