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Neo approached the dim hut, the single oil lamp throwing long shadows across the rough walls.

His eyes went straight to Martha lying on their shared bedding.

The air felt heavy with that same unspoken heat between them.

He didn’t say a word.

He reached for her, hands cupping her heavy breasts, kneading the soft, full flesh.

His fingers sank in, squeezing and lifting.

Martha tried to stop him.

Even though she felt thrilled by her son’s growing desire for her, she could not show it here in front of Luna.

A memory clicked in her mind—of when she and Luna were younger.

Luna had always been the most courageous, fighting the tribe dogs, even fighting the molesters who preyed on kids like them.

Martha had envied that fearlessness.

She had always wanted to love freely, to never fear anything, to live boldly the way Luna did.

Sitting in her son’s lap now, she realized something sharper: Neo seemed interested in her body, but once he understood she was a scaredy-cat, would he change his view of her?

She was afraid of him ignoring her and choosing Luna instead.

She knew her son better than anyone.

He had always loved someone who could challenge him and push him forward.

Was she really such a person?

She shook her head.

She knew herself—introverted, shy, always afraid of consequences.

But this time she could let him grope her.

She just needed to show she was against it, or he would think she was easy.

After all, men always wanted something that could not be obtained too easily.

Then he pinched her fat nipples hard.

Martha moaned sharply, the sound going straight to his cock.

”Fuck, these feel perfect,” he muttered, pushing his hand deeper into her cleavage, molding and playing with them.

He pinched her nipples again, tugging until she arched.

His other hand slid down over her wide hips and between her thick thighs.

Two thick fingers found her soaked pussy and pushed inside her slowly.

Her walls clenched tight around him, hot and dripping.

Martha grabbed his arm, nails digging in, and hooked one thick thigh over his wrist, pulling him deeper.

”Neo... oh shit,” she gasped, breathing fast.

When had this boy learned to move like that?

Even her late husband had seemed like a child compared to him.

Then her eyes widened.

No.

If he did the same thing with another woman, that woman would change her view of him and want her son—the son she had raised from nothing, the nights she had gone without sleep.

A bitch would come suddenly and take him for herself just like this?

No.

She would not accept it.

She forced herself to relax.

She still had a chance.

The tribe still thought he was useless.

She needed to keep that idea going until she made sure he set his eyes on her only.

He finger-fucked her steady and deep until she came hard, shuddering and gushing around his fingers with a choked cry.

Her body shook, then slowly relaxed.

Neo grinned against her neck.

”Don’t get too comfortable. Night’s still young.”

He pinched the soft meat of her inner thigh, making her squirm.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered,

”What would Luna say if she saw you like this? Getting your pussy fingered by your own son.”

He enjoyed the tightness of Martha’s pussy, how much he wanted his cock to replace his fingers.

But he knew clearly that if he rushed things she would hate him—or worse, leave him.

As much as he trusted himself, he was still weak and alone in this world.

He needed to keep her by his side as long as he could.

He honestly wanted to claim her and fuck her right here, enjoying her body, but he knew that act of letting him take control was just that—an act.

He knew his mother best.

She was a long-term planner, capable of thinking plans years ahead or even longer.

Something he wanted for himself: a woman like this.

Martha tried to hold back but moaned anyway, hugging his head tight.

”Ahn...”

She stopped looking at the increasing desire in her son’s eyes and grinned to herself.

It was working.

He was enjoying her body.

But she did not need to give him too much.

She needed to let him think he was in control until he was already deep in her grasp.

She knew what her son liked best was domination, and she was ready to give him that feeling—to feed his manly ego—until he realized only she could make him feel this way and never thought of leaving her alone.

He slipped a finger down to her tight asshole and pressed in.

Her muscles gripped him hard.

He added a second finger, pumping both holes now.

”Fuck... Neo...” she whimpered, hips rocking.

”Ahn... ahn...”

She came again, harder, her pussy squirting messily over his hand while her ass clenched around his fingers.

*This is so wrong,* Martha thought, heart racing.

*Luna could wake up. I’m his mother...*

But she kept grinding against his hand, chasing more.

Neo caught a faint system notification but ignored it.

”Enough for tonight,” he said softly, easing her down.

”We’ll do the mana sensitivity training tomorrow.”

He did not know Luna had been awake the whole time.

As a seasoned warrior, the strong liquor had barely touched her.

She had seen everything—how her best friend’s son had made Martha come twice with his fingers.

Luna stayed still in the corner, heart pounding.

She remembered holding baby Neo years ago.

Now he was this strong, broad man who could pull those sounds from Martha.

A flush crept up her neck.

She understood why Martha stayed in this small hut with him.

Even though he was her son, a strong, vigorous young man and a widow alone—she could tell what could happen.

Some glances, some accidental touches, and now he had simply hunted his prey and proven himself.

But she knew Martha best.

Martha would not rush things, and she would not hurt her son’s heart.

Yet Luna felt a strange feeling, as if she hated seeing Martha in that place.

She wanted that place.

She knew that as Neo’s master she should not think such bad thoughts, but she envied the way Neo kept looking at Martha with pure desire, while other men—or even he himself—looked at Luna only with fear or acknowledgment.

She was a woman after all, and she needed to feel wanted that way.

She knew Martha had always envied her, but she laughed quietly, realizing she was the one who envied Martha the most.

How men kept seeing Martha and wanting her body—Luna wanted to experience that feeling too.

To be wanted.

To be desired.

Then she remembered Neo’s test yesterday, how he had looked at her—and more importantly how he had looked at her breasts.

It was the same look he was giving Martha now.

It clicked.

Did he desire her as well?

She looked at Neo with one eye barely open and thought: Since you are becoming my disciple, I will have plenty of time to test your desire.

As for Martha... sorry, but this time I am going to take your son from you.

Hope you don’t hate me, Martha.

But for her friend’s sake, she would keep the secret.

She cracked her eyes open just enough to watch their silhouettes settle into sleep, then closed them again.

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The next morning, pale light slipped through the cracks.

Neo woke to Martha already cleaning the rough wooden table.

”Did Luna leave?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.

Martha nodded, smiling.

”They called for her early.”

A firm knock sounded at the door.

Neo opened it and found Luna standing there with two tall, strong tribesmen.

”Come in,” he said, stepping aside.

The men clasped his hand and tested his grip.

Neo didn’t flinch.

They nodded, impressed.

”Luna’s words check out,” one grunted.

The taller one spoke.

”Kid, how about joining hunting team seven? We share loot and watch each other’s backs.”

Neo’s eyes widened.

Hunting teams were elite.

Steady mana stones, respect, and strict rules.

Only the leader approved days off, and running away meant exile.

Martha’s face lit up with pride, though she looked a little shy about their humble hut.

Neo wanted to say no.

He hunted better alone and would rather spend the time with Martha.

He didn’t trust anyone; he already knew that clearly.

He had suffered a lot in his previous world for trusting the wrong people.

Sure, these were Luna’s friends, but what guaranteed they wouldn’t belittle him or dismiss him?

He hated that feeling.

And there was the growth issue too.

Seeing someone younger overtake them and become stronger—Neo knew how ugly human nature could become.

They might try to destroy his talent, cripple him, just to protect their fragile pride.

In the tribal world a warrior’s pride was a very important thing, and it could be provoked even by good intentions.

But seeing that proud glow in Martha’s eyes, he couldn’t refuse.

”Yes,” he answered.

Martha jumped forward, clasping her hands.

”Thank you!”

The men nodded.

”We start tomorrow. Luna will look after you.”

Luna clapped a strong hand on Neo’s shoulder.

”Don’t worry, Martha. I’ve got him.”

After they left, Martha rushed to Neo and hugged him tight.

”I’m so proud of you,” she whispered.

”A real hunting team. Steady stones and respect. This changes everything.”

Neo hugged her back, feeling her huge breasts press against his chest.

Her happiness mattered more than anything.

He pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

”How about you give me a gift for good luck?”

Martha bit her lip, heat flashing in her gaze.

”Take off your top and bend forward,” he said.

She obeyed, slipping the garment off and bending at the waist.

Her massive breasts hung heavy and free, swaying with every breath.

Neo stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around and filling his hands with the bare, soft flesh.

He squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep as he rubbed his hard cock against her ass.

”Stand up,” he murmured.

She straightened.

He moved in front, burying his face between her tits.

Yeah.

This feeling—this was where he belonged, in his mother Martha’s warm embrace.

He knew he could let his guard down here around her.

While Martha looked at her son she remembered when he was young, how he had kept sucking her tits.

He had been so innocent back then.

She could still remember asking him who he would marry.

She had expected him to say the neighbor’s daughter or a girl his age, but he had said, ”You, mother!”

That memory she wanted to cherish forever.

She wanted to ask the question again, but she knew this time it was inappropriate.

More importantly, it would make her seem like she was putting demands or expectations on him.

And she knew that as much as her son loved her, he would not like being guided or forced.

She liked their current situation better—her son wanting her body, and her giving it.

Yeah.

She realized what her personality truly was.

She was a giver.

And how much she wanted to give him children... but she knew she would never tell Neo those thoughts.

They were too dark, too heavy for his current self.

”So fucking squishy,” he groaned, grabbing both heavy mounds and smothering himself in them.

He turned his head and latched onto one puffy pink nipple, sucking hard.

Martha froze for a second.

*Gods, this is my son... I raised him.*

But pleasure and mana rushed through her.

She arched her back anyway.

”Ugh... ahn...”

She cradled his head, stroking his hair, face flushed deep red.

Neo lifted her onto his lap.

He gripped her breasts roughly, squeezing.

White milk suddenly squirted from her nipples toward his mouth.

His eyes widened.

”You can still make milk?”

He latched on again, sucking greedily while groping the other breast.

The milk tasted sweet with faint mana.

”Fuck, Martha, your milk is delicious,” he said between swallows, wiping his lips.

”I’m gonna keep drinking it every chance I get.”

Martha moaned, rocking in his lap.

”Neo... yes... drink it all.”

She rubbed his head as she enjoyed the feeling of her milk being drunk by her son—how she could still help him.