Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... and ask for new children." His mother moved closer, touching his shoulders with her hands, massaging them. "Motherhood is our greatest gift, my child."

She touched his back with a piece of her nipple. He shuddered. His cock rose beneath the feathered robe.

"You no longer care about father's death? You don't want to avenge his murder?"

"Murder?" she stepped back into the depths of the shack. Anarungu didn't face her, trying to hide his hard-on. "Your father was taken by the spirits. It was not the fault of any of our tribe members, including Naragasa."

"I know he's had his eye on you and the chief's seat for a long time. I'm sure it's him."

"Naragasa abandoned those plans long ago. He's been a great help to our tribe and our chief. He's a good hunter; he's a good warrior and a good man. You should not envy him."

"I don't envy him, Mother!" he felt the tension subside and his cock slowly fell. He didn't look at her, only listened to the rustle of her footsteps, her strong beautiful legs.

If he looked, he would only have one thing on his mind again. Mating.

"You are afraid of the Great Hunt." She uttered, he felt her breath very close to him.

"Afraid?"

"A new chief will be elected, my new husband. You will no longer be able to live in the chief's hut, so as not to disturb him."

She touched his body again, his shoulders, running her soft hands over his muscular arms.

"You're not going to take part in the Great Hunt, are you? There are so many ...

... contenders; I don't think you can win them all. You could die, son. All the men of the tribe will be trying to take over as chief and my lover. And if you become chief, you and I will be forced to copulate."

"I..." he could barely find his voice.

She touched him from behind with her breasts, her hard nipples pressing right into his back.

He stiffened again.

"How could a mother do that with her son? The one who gave you life, cradled you in her arms, nourished you with the warmth of her own milk, nurtured you before you went to sleep? Each night, I tenderly bathed you in the waters of the river, carefully placing your head against my own body, whispering words to usher you into sleep. Tell me, Anarungu. Can we copulate?"

"No, we can't." He barely found his voice.

Her hands enveloped his muscled chest and stomach, running her hand over it and suddenly sliding down, gripping his hard cock.

"And yet. You think I don't notice the way you look at me, Anarungu? Bad son. How can a nestling look like that at the bird that nurtured and gave birth to him?"

His legs jerked up in pleasure. She grabbed his cock, pulling the skin taut.

"You're so big and strong already, my nestling. I know the feelings you harbor for your dear mother, but promise me. Promise me you will not take part in the Great Hunt."

"Ohhh... mother, yes, I promise." He bit his lip, feeling her hand on his cock, her breasts against his back. He shuddered, feeling ascension, connecting with ...