Neo's eyes widened as he stepped into the dimly lit main room of their small home.
There she was, his mother, Mary, moving gracefully around the dinner table in nothing but a thin white towel wrapped around her body.
Her skin still glistened with moisture from the shower, droplets tracing slow paths down her neck and disappearing into the valley between her full, heavy breasts.
The towel barely contained her, clinging damply to the wide flare of her hips and the generous swell of her ass.
She hadn't bothered dressing yet, focused instead on setting out plates with the quiet care she always showed him.
A familiar wave of warmth twisted in his chest, tangled with sharp guilt.
She had spent the entire day tending to him again, her hands gentle as she cleaned him up after his latest scrape in the village.
And here she was, still looking after him.
'She deserves so much better than this life,' he thought, even as his gaze lingered on the soft curves of her body.
He hated how his pulse quickened, how his cock stirred traitorously beneath his clothes.
This was his mother, the woman who had sacrificed everything for him.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, sweetheart," Mary said, her voice warm and teasing as she noticed him.
She smiled softly, the kind of smile that always made the weight of their world feel a little lighter.
"Come help me prepare dinner."
Neo snapped out of his daze and crossed the room, taking the plates from her hands.
His fingers brushed hers, and he tried to focus on the simple task, but the air felt thick with the scent of her fresh soap and the underlying warmth of her skin.
He stole careful glances at her figure while they worked, fighting the growing heat pooling low in his belly.
'Control yourself. She's your mother. The one who worked tirelessly so you could eat.'
Finally, the question slipped out.
"Mom… why are you walking around in just a towel?"
Mary glanced over her shoulder, adjusting the towel where it threatened to slip.
"I just finished cleaning you and the steam made everything damp. I'll put something on after I finish preparing dinner. Don't make it weird, sweetheart. I'm your mother."
They continued setting the table in the small space, shoulders brushing occasionally.
When Mary bent over to retrieve a spoon from a low shelf, the short towel rode up dangerously high.
The hem barely covered the bottom curve of her massive ass cheeks, revealing the smooth, plump flesh that jiggled slightly with the movement.
Neo's breath caught.
He knew he shouldn't, but as he reached past her for a plate, his hand "slipped."
His palm landed directly on her right ass cheek, full, firm, and incredibly warm through the thin, damp fabric.
The soft, heavy flesh overflowed in his grip.
Instinctively, his fingers squeezed, feeling the yielding warmth and the way it filled his hand so perfectly.
It was plush and juicy, the towel offering almost no barrier.
Time seemed to slow as heat surged through him, his cock throbbing hard against his trousers.
Mary let out a surprised little gasp, but she didn't pull away immediately.
Her body tensed for a heartbeat, then relaxed just enough.
"Neo… careful, honey. My hands are full."
She stayed bent over for a couple of extra seconds, long enough for him to give one more greedy squeeze, his fingers sinking deeper into that soft, addictive fullness, before straightening up with slightly flushed cheeks.
She turned, giving him a half-scolding, half-amused look that made his face burn.
"You're getting too tall and strong for your own good. Watch those hands, sweetheart."
"Sorry, Mom… I didn't mean to, " Neo mumbled, swallowing hard.
Part of him wanted to sink into the floor from the shame, but another part couldn't forget the lingering warmth on his palm, the way her ass had felt so inviting under his touch.
She had given up everything for him, endless shifts at the bar, scraping by in a world that chewed up the weak.
'I can't keep letting her carry this burden alone.'
His cock continued to throb with unresolved need, the guilt only sharpening the edge of his desire.
She had promised him a lesson on a woman's body after his awakening tomorrow night.
The thought both excited and terrified him.
They ate dinner in relative silence, the only sounds the clink of utensils and the distant noise of the village outside.
Neo kept sneaking glances at her, the towel still wrapped around her curves, while Mary pretended not to notice.
When he finished, he dragged his feet to his room, closed the door, and collapsed onto his back on the narrow bed.
The day's events replayed in his mind, the harsh world beyond their walls, where even selling your labor or body couldn't guarantee safety or stability.
'I have to do better tomorrow,' he whispered to the ceiling.
'I can't keep being a burden to her.'
A soft knock came at the door.
Mary's gentle voice called out, "Sleep earlier tonight, sweetheart. Tomorrow is a big day."
Neo nodded, though she couldn't see him, and tried to settle down.
He already knew what she meant.
Tomorrow, he and nine other kids his age would face the awakening at the temple.
It would shape their entire futures.
The class they received, and how practical it was, would determine how much Vala they could earn, how they could survive.
Awakening wasn't free.
They needed one hundred Vala, exactly what his mother had scraped together this winter through backbreaking work at the bar.
Neo rubbed his forehead, anxiety twisting tight in his chest.
'I can't awaken a low-ranked class. I won't make our lives even harder.'
Vala ruled everything here.
Mary's Trader class gave her a small five percent edge on transactions, enough to keep the bar afloat but never enough to thrive.
She had raised him alone, saved every coin, poured her life into him.
He owed her everything.
He shook his head.
"Let's sleep. Tomorrow's a busy day… I need all the energy I have."
The next morning, Neo woke to the feeling of Mary's soft hand gently cupping his face.
She leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek, her familiar scent enveloping him.
"Rise and shine, my sweet boy."
She was still in the same simple clothes from yesterday, lines of exhaustion etched faintly around her eyes despite the loving smile.
Neo's heart ached at the sight.
He reached up and squeezed her hand.
"Thanks, Mom… for everything. I'm going to make you proud. I promise."
He got up and changed into simple linen clothes.
As the two walked toward the temple along the uneven path, Mary moved ahead of him.
Her wide, swaying hips and that massive, hypnotic ass drew his eyes like a magnet with every step.
Unable to resist, Neo "helped" her by placing his hand on her lower back… then slowly sliding it down until he was cupping one fat ass cheek from behind, over the fabric.
He kept his hand there for several steps, squeezing rhythmically while pretending it was only for support, feeling the heavy, plush weight shift under his palm.
Mary glanced back with a raised eyebrow but kept walking, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and something warmer.
"You're being very… helpful today, Neo."
Soon they reached the temple.
A group of kids his age waited outside with the priest, who greeted Mary warmly, everyone in the village knew her as the dedicated bar owner who never turned away a struggling soul.
The priest looked at the children and announced it was time.
Inside the temple, a huge statue of a goddess who resembled Luna stood in the center.
Neo asked about it, and the priest confirmed her role in creating this world.
The children formed a circle around the statue, holding hands.
Suddenly the statue lit up.
Ten glowing orbs drifted toward each child.
The one heading for Neo was a blazing star so bright the priest had to shield his eyes.
All the orbs entered their heads at once.
Neo's eyes widened as the system notification appeared.