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Living among the KilitokiManhood Ritebyfictitious©*** Warning: This is a long story, with a plot that slowly builds up. The actual sex happens towards the end. If long stories aren’t your thing, then please beware.*** This story is fiction and all characters are of legal age (18 years of age or older).- Chapter 1 -“I’ll see you in twenty minutes.” Zoe hung up the phone and, mop in hand, looked at the kitchen floor of her flat. Half of the tiles were sparkling white, while the other half had a dull, dusty look to them. She dipped the mop back in the bucket and began untying her apron.”Peter! Peter! Come over here!” she yelled out turning her head towards the living room where the television was making excessive noise.Several moments later, Peter shuffled into the kitchen barefoot.”Careful honey! The floor is still wet over there,” warned Zoe and she watched Peter nearly slip on the damp tiles. “Peter, I need to drop by the office and have a quick chat with Doug. I’m going to have to ask you to finish mopping the rest of this.”Peter glanced at the floor and quickly estimated the size of work. “Oh, um… but I’m watching my show, mom.” He had a hint of begging in his tone.”Peter, you’ve been watching TV all day, while I’ve been cleaning the house. You could have, at least, asked me if I needed help. It’s one show after another for you, isn’t it?”Peter didn’t feel like being chastised, thus he nodded solemnly and reached for the mop.”At least put some shoes on,” instructed Zoe pushing past her son on the way out of the kitchen. “The floor better not get dirtier either. Oh, and when you finish with the floor, could you wipe down the counters too? Thanks, son!”Peter scowled — his relaxing afternoon was turning into a pile of chores.As Peter shuffled off to get some shoes, Zoe hurried down the hall into her room. She changed into more suitable clothes and looked out the window. Gray clouds were covering the sky and it was anybody’s guess at the chance of rain. She decided to arm herself with an umbrella, just in case.On the way out, Zoe peeked into the kitchen where Peter was keenly working the mop over a row of tiles. She smiled — Peter did good work once he warmed up to it. With that thought, she marched out of the door.The office of the local branch of the European Humanitarian Association, or EHA, was located in the heart of the city. As Zoe walked down the familiar street, she scanned the clouds for any immediate threat of rain. With a flick of her wrist she opened the umbrella and positioned it above her. At this pace she would reach the office in about fifteen minutes, and the sooner the better, since the early fall chill was beginning to make its way under her thin, gray coat.While walking, Zoe was wondering what it was Doug, her boss, wanted to talk to her about.”I want to talk to you about this in person, if you don’t mind,” he said to her on the phone. He wouldn’t even tell her what this was about. Zoe loved surprises, so she didn’t press him further.When she reached the office, she folded the umbrella realizing that rain never fell.”Hi Mary!” she greeted the receptionist at the front desk.”Hello Zoe. Didn’t know you’d be coming in today.””I wasn’t planning on it, but Doug wanted to chat about something.””Ah! He’s in his office.”Zoe nodded, took off her coat and hung it up on the wooden coat rack. She took a deep breath, turned the nob on Doug’s office door and peeked her head in.”Hi Doug. May I come in?””Of course, my dear! Did you get rained on?””No, you can say I got lucky. It looks terrible outside.””I know. I shouldn’t have asked you to come down here. I keep forgetting that you don’t own an automobile.””And I keep telling you that not everyone is as privileged as you,” said Zoe with a playful cock of her head.”I know darling, but when you get to be my age you forget things.” Doug paused and stared out of the window, watching the wind whip the fallen leaves into a restless dance.Zoe looked at the old man and almost felt bad that she made him bring up his age. Doug was in his early seventies but still too stubborn to retire. He’s been with the EHA for over forty years and claimed that there was no one competent enough to succeed him. It was a fact. Doug was a great boss, he was understanding, reasonable and knew more than anyone about the affairs of the Association. He was just one of the many reasons why Zoe loved her job.”Doug? What was it you wanted to talk to me?” Zoe spoke up when it seemed that Doug had forgotten about her.”Oh dear, I almost forgot.” Doug turned around and smiled warmly. “Zoe, you might have heard me talk about a certain affair in Africa for quite some time.”Zoe nodded.”This morning the confirmation finally came back from the headquarters.” Doug walked over to his big, wooden desk and rummaged through some documents. “Here is the official project description,” he handed several documents to Zoe and continued: “There’s a limited-contact tribe in Zimbabwe that needs our organization’s help.” He paused and looked at Zoe, who was trying to skim the contents of the documents. “Since you are my most trusted agent, I thought that I would present the opportunity to you first,” he finished.Zoe’s eyes shifted from the documents to Doug. She had a faint smile on her face that was growing fast. Of course, she knew about this assignment. It has been the talk of the office for quite some time. Ever since she learned about it, Zoe’s been hoping that it would go through.”Oh Doug, this is wonderful! You know that this is what I love to do. Thank you so much!”Doug couldn’t help but grin like a fool. “I know Zoe, but I wanted to see that face when I gave you the news myself. Just imagine a year in the African jungle, bonding with the indigenous people. How I wish I was young again, so I can take this job myself.””I’ve been telling you for years — retire and move to Africa. That way you can always be where your heart is.””I know. I should, but that old hag of a wife of mine won’t move anywhere for all the diamonds on Earth. But enough about that. I’m sure you’re very excited and I’ve got some phone calls to make. That’s all I needed you for.” Doug winked. “Go on! Go home and read over the briefings.”Zoe thanked Doug five more times and then practically flew out of the office. She headed straight to the cafe around the corner and, once she had her latte, she settled into a booth to read over the details of the assignment.This was the assignment Zoe had been waiting for. Sure, it was nice to help third-world countries from behind a desk but it was nothing like a hands-on experience. Twice since college, Zoe got a chance for such work — once in Peru for a few months and once in West Africa. Such assignments usually consisted of living among a tribe or a community and teaching them modern skills like preserving food, fighting off disease, and basic education. Of course, every time she ended up learning a lot herself.The air was warm and stuffy inside the cafe. Zoe removed her coat and unbuttoned her sweater. “A whole year in Zimbabwe with a limited-contact tribe,” she thought. “This will be wonderful. I could teach them so much.”The assignment was to begin in a month. Zoe sipped her latte as she was trying to think of all the things that needed to get done before the trip. And, of course, there was Peter. Zoe could ask Aunt Ella to let him stay with her for a while. She smiled. She could already hear Peter protesting in terror. He just loved Aunt Ella so much!Peter was just about to finish his studies and Zoe could see if he wanted to come with her. Sure, it was for a whole year, but it wasn’t that unusual in her line of work. Often times employees took their whole families with them on such assignments. However, it was up to Peter to decide whether he was willing to come or not.While thinking about such things Zoe noticed a young man looking at her from a nearby table at the cafe.What the man saw was an uptight-looking woman hunched over some papers. She appeared to be in her mid thirties, but her skin was pale and smooth, which made it difficult to judge her true age. Her dirty-blond hair was neatly tucked behind her ears and her brown eyes quickly flicked back and forth along the pages. She wasn’t especially attractive. Her simple clothes and lack of make-up denoted that she didn’t care much about looks. Yet there was something about her. She seemed to have that sort of classy, ageless look to her. The man’s eyes wondered lower and he saw the unbuttoned sweater. He caught a quick glimpse of a cleavage that promised ample breasts beneath.Zoe watched his eyes and realized that they have trailed below her neck. She looked down and saw that her sweater was unbuttoned a little too much, and showed a little more than she had intended. She pulled her sweater shut and looked back at the man, who was once again reading his newspaper.Zoe buttoned her sweater up and returned to her reading. She didn’t show it, but she secretly enjoyed the stranger’s glance. She rarely received much attention from men. She blamed it on the rainy weather — she could never wear the clothes that showed off her best features. In truth, Zoe was a modest woman and she never felt the need to expose more flesh then necessary.Zoe thought back to the times when she used to wear nothing but summer swimwear and visit the beach often with her friends. That was another time, another place and she was much younger then. Being a single, working mother was a busy life, and vacations were rare and in between. However, she finally felt like all her hard work was about to be paid off.”This assignment will be the greatest thing that has happened to me in a while,” Zoe though. “Warm weather and sun will do me good. God knows I need a good tan.”After leaving the cafe Zoe headed home to break the news to Peter. She reached her flat and knocked loudly on the wooden door. After a few brief moments, the lock turned and Peter opened the door.”Hi honey!” Zoe announced stepping through the door.”Back so soon?” mumbled Peter with sarcastic enthusiasm.”Don’t you look happy to see me. Did you clean the floor and the counters?””Yes mom,” answered Peter returning to his seat in front of the television.Zoe took off her coat and shoes and walked over to inspect his work. Everything looked satisfactory and she decided that she would cook something special tonight. After all, Peter would have to make a big decision soon.Once the chicken, the mashed potatoes and the salad were prepared, Zoe set the dining room table. She was a vegetarian herself. It was her way of keeping in shape and in good health. However, Peter enjoyed a good piece of meat and Zoe didn’t feel right to force her habits onto her son. Though still scrawny and not quite as tall as boys his age, Peter was growing up to be a real man. The fact that he never cleaned up his pubic hairs in the bathroom and left incriminating, crusty socks under his bed, was somewhat frustrating, but Zoe figured it was only part of his male nature.Peter didn’t seem to have any real friends. Big part of that was because they’ve moved several times in the past five years. It fell to Zoe to fill in as his best friend as much as she could. They usually talked freely about all kinds of stuff, except when it came to girls. Every time Zoe tried to bring up girls, Peter would quickly change the subject or end the conversation.”Peter, dinner is ready!”Peter showed up in a flash — he was always hungry.”Mmm, it smells great.” Peter came up to Zoe and gave her a light kiss on the cheek, as was customary in their home. Peter piled on some chicken and potatoes on his plate and sat down.”Get some salad too,” Zoe instructed.”Mom, I don’t like salad.””I know, but you need to eat it to get all the vitamins.”Peter frowned, but he knew he should comply. He forked over the minimal amount of salad to keep his mom happy and proceeded to devour the chicken.Zoe fixed her own plate and sat down in a chair opposite her son.”Peter, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she began.Peter made an acknowledging noise while chewing on a mouthful of chicken.”It’s about my work. I’ve been offered an assignment in Africa. Zimbabwe to be precise.”Peter stared at his mom, still chewing, not quite understanding.”It’s a year long assignment.”Peter slowly finished chewing and swallowed.”I was thinking you could come with me,” Zoe countinued.”To Africa?” asked Peter thoughtfully. “For a year?””Why not? You’re almost done with your studies.””Africa is far,” said Peter scratching the back of his head. “Do they have TV there?””Listen, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll talk to Aunt Ella. I’m sure she’ll be happy to have you stay with her…””Uh!” grunted Peter, scowling. “Right. So, what would I do in Africa?””For one, you can finally see what my job is really about,” Zoe smiled. “We will live with a local tribe that has limited contact with the outside world. You’ll get some sun and fresh air, learn how to live outdoors, mingle with the natives, make some friends. Who knows, maybe you’ll like it and follow in my footsteps one day?””Friends?” Peter seemed suddenly interested.”Yes. I’m sure there will be boys your age there. Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in. Tribal people love foreigners. To them you’ll be the most interesting, most traveled and most educated person they know. Think of all the stuff you can tell them about!”Zoe watched her son’s reaction and knew that he was intrigued.Peter nodded his head thoughtfully for a while. “When would we leave?””The trip is in a month. Does that mean you’re coming?””It sure beats staying with Aunt Ella,” said Peter and skewered another piece of chicken with his fork. He felt a rising excitement in his chest. He always wanted to make more friends, but people in the city always seemed so unfriendly, so judgemental. Even when Peter hung out with the guys in his neighbor, he felt like they didn’t really accept him and made fun of him behind his back. In Africa, it would be different. People were simpler there. They didn’t care who had the latest gadget or who was attending some important event. No, in Africa none of these mundane things mattered. It would be a fresh start for him. It would help him escape this lethargic life.***The month passed in a flash. With so much to do before leaving, Zoe had little time to think about anything else. Doug had arranged for her flat to be rented by his niece and offered to handle all of the visa and travel paperwork.By now, Peter had fully accepted the reality that he was going to live somewhere in Africa for the next year. After the initial conversation with his mother, the excitement of the trip settled quickly and was followed by a feeling of anxiety. The reality of living outdoors, with no modern conveniences like running water, refrigerators and TV seemed a little too much to give up all at once. He even considered backing out, but he knew that his other option was Aunt Ella.Peter also realized that his mother would need his support more than anything. Thus, he decided to make the best of his time preparing for their new life. He began researching as much as he could about Zimbabwe. The vast jungles were both intriguing and terrifying — with their exotic and dangerous wild life.On the night before the flight, Zoe and Peter were having dinner together, as usual. Their large backpacks were stuffed with all of the immediate necessities that could be brought, for they decided to only bring a backpack each, since they would have to carry their bags through the jungle. As they ate their last home cooked meal of the year, Zoe kept quizzing Peter about his packing job.”Did you bring three pairs of shorts?””Yes mom.””How about a raincoat?””Yes.””Sandals?””Mom, we already went over the checklist twice. Must you ask me all this again?””I’m sorry sweetie, I’m just very nervous.””Me too, but let’s just try to relax and enjoy this dinner.””You’re right. I’ll try to relax, though I don’t think I can eat any more. I need to go double check and make sure I brought enough shirts.”Zoe pushed her chair back and left the kitchen.Peter sighed, shook his head and resumed eating. He couldn’t quite grasp the reality that tomorrow he was flying to Africa. He tried to keep himself calm and pretend that tomorrow would be just like any other day. He finished dinner, cleaned up the dishes and decided to take a shower.”This is my last normal, warm shower. I wonder how I will wash myself there?” Peter stood under the warm stream of water. His hand had found its way to his manhood and was slowly tugging at it. He looked down and watched himself growing hard. He ran his palm over his enlarged tip and began slowly stroking his shaft. He closed his eyes and conjured up an image of a scantily clad woman that he saw earlier on TV. The woman was walking towards him, gently swaying her hips.Sudden knock on the door snapped him out of his fantasy.”Peter!””Yes?” Peter sounded annoyed.”Did you pack the sunscreen lotion? I can’t find it anywhere.””Yes. It’s in the front pocket of my pack.””Can you please check on it and make sure that it’s there?”Peter sighed. His mother always was a worrywart. It was only expected that she was acting this way before such a big journey.”Let me finish showering and then I’ll check!” Peter hollered. And then to himself he thought: “No more showers, no more of ‘pocket pool’.”- Chapter 2 -The flight was direct to Harare, where they planned to catch a bus to a small village. Hours went by fast as Zoe watched the on-board television and read her book. When they finally landed and exited the plane Zoe quickly realized how warmly she was overdressed. From the air conditioned interior of the plane she hadn’t quite anticipated the heat that hit her square in the face. Almost immediately, she began to sweat. She wore safari shorts and a white button-up shirt with a light sweater over it. She knew she had to lose the sweater as soon as possible. Peter followed her out groggily — he slept throughout most of the flight. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the unexpectedly bright sun.It was arranged for them to meet with a co-worker of Zoe’s. Nakibo was an agent of EHA, who worked remotely in Zimbabwe and other countries throughout Africa. When they reached the airport lobby, Peter followed his mom towards a tall black man.”Good day Mrs. Hawkins!” said the tall man with a thick African accent.”You must be Nakibo,” guessed Zoe.”Yes, that is I. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person.””Likewise. It’s funny that we’ve worked together for all these years and never met face to face.””I would say it is most amazing that we can work together, yet be so far away from each other,” said Nakibo. He noticed Peter coming to stand by his mom and addressed him: “Hello, you must be Peter. My name is Nakibo.”Nakibo extended his right hand towards Peter.Peter shook it and gave the stranger a courteous smile.Nakibo continued: “I have arranged for the bus to arrive in an hour. Perhaps, you and your son would like to have some refreshments before we continue our journey?””That would be great,” answered Zoe taking her sweater off. “I’m starving.””Follow me,” said Nakibo, leading the way. “There is a small place where we can get some good food and drink.”Zoe and Peter followed Nakibo to a small shack which appeared to serve as a cafe. The cafe wasn’t very busy, even though it was located right outside of the airport terminal and seemed to be the only such place around. As Peter entered, he saw three black men sitting around one of the tables conversing in private.Nakibo nodded to one of the men and spoke something to the bartender.Peter tried not to stare at the men, but he was quite fascinated by how unfamiliar they appeared. Even though Peter has seen plenty of people of African descent back home, out here it was different. They were speaking in a strange language that didn’t sound like anything legible. Their clothes were simple and looked rather worn, yet there was something captivating about these men. Peter couldn’t help staring at them, but they didn’t seem to notice — they were busy looking at this mom. Even when Nakibo motioned to sit down at one of the tables, the men never took their eyes off of her. Peter glanced at her. She was now wearing a white button-up shirt and sweat was beading her skin. Nothing unusual.”They must have never seen a white woman before,” guessed Peter.The bartender brought out three cups of water and, what looked like, potatoes covered in cheese. The food didn’t interest Peter, but he drank the water gladly. Nakibo was the only one who ate the food, while he and Zoe talked about something that was of no interest to Peter.Peter surveyed the little cafe shack and found it rather modest. “I wonder if that is what we’ll be living in?” he wondered. He spent some time looking out of the window at the various people coming and going from the airport.The bus arrived ahead of time and they climbed aboard into an air conditioned cabin. It was a small bus, designed to carry no more than ten people, and it appeared that Nakibo, Peter and Zoe were the only passengers. As Peter sat down on the leather seat, he realized that he was sweating rather profusely under his clothes. His underwear was clinging to his butt and his shirt was turning a darker shade. His mother sat down next to him and he noticed that her white shirt was soaked with sweat as well, and had became almost see through.”That is why she’s holding her sweater in front of her like that,” laughed Peter to himself.The bus driver loaded up their backpacks and they set off.The bus trip would take several hours, but Peter didn’t mind as he was glued to the the window the whole time. The landscape was unreal — it was so different from what a European country might look like. Peter had only seen the likes in movies and he was taking note of every detail that his eye could catch. This new and strange country was a lot for him to comprehend. He felt as if he was dreaming a very real dream. He practically woke up to a whole different world. There were dark people and palms, dry grass and blue skies, scorching heat and bright sun.Nakibo sat a few rows up from Peter and Zoe. He spent most of the time exchanging words with the bus driver in their native tongue. However, once in a while he would turn back and point out to Peter and Zoe a certain landmark.After about an hour, the little bus turned off the paved road and began bouncing around on a smaller dirt road.”We will be arriving at the village within two hours,” said Nakibo turning around. “We will spend the night and in the morning the guides will take us to the tribe.” He smiled and turned back.Peter realized that his mom hadn’t said anything in a while. He turned his head to look at her. She was slouched over next to him and seemed to be asleep. Even in her sleep she was clutching the sweater to the front of her shirt. As the bus bounced around on the dirt road her limp body bounced as well. With amusement, Peter watcher her head slump further to one side. Then suddenly, the bus jolted and her arms, still holding the sweater, fell down in her lap. Naturally, Peter’s eyes shifted to the area which was covered by the sweater. It so happened that his eyes rested on his mother’s chest.Soaked, white shirt clung to Zoe’s breast mounds. As she dozed off, she had no way of knowing that her son’s eyes were now clued to her chest. She didn’t usually wear a bra, and today was no different. Thus, her son was treated to a picturesque view of her nipples pressing firmly against a cotton shirt, the shirt that was practically see through after soaking up her sweat.Peter had never seen any of his mother’s private parts exposed before. Curiosity, shock and just plain teenage hormones kept his gaze firmly fixed on the sight of his mom’s tits, almost visible through her shirt. Truth be told, Peter had never even considered that his mother had tits. Well, not in that way, not actual tits for him to look at. And now, Peter took a moment to look. From what he could tell, they were large — by no means were they huge, but calling them medium would have been an understatement. He could see the round, dark circles at the tips of her breasts. They pressed against the cotton material as if trying to break through. The jolting of the bus, kept the mass of her breasts constantly jiggling. He found it hard to look away from such a sight, but a sudden pot hole made him snap out of his trance. He quickly glanced away and looked at Nakibo. The big man had his back turned to him. Relieved that he hadn’t been caught, Peter carefully reached down and picked up his mother’s sweater. Carefully, and with one last peek, he covered his mother’s chest with it.Nakibo announced that the bus was nearing the village. Peter nudged Zoe several times and she woke up. It took her a moment to register where she was. She looked around and wiped the sweat off her face with the sweater.Slowly, the bus came to a stop near a small house on the outskirts of a village. The village looked pretty small — a handful of wooden buildings s**ttered in the valley before the vast jungle.”We’ve arrived!” said Nakibo looking back at his two companions.”Great! When will the guides meet us?” asked Zoe.”They will come tomorrow morning,” answered Nakibo. “We spend the night here. My friend has welcomed us at his house.”They exited the bus one-by-one and took up their packs. Nakibo led the way towards one of the houses. His friend was a jolly man. He didn’t speak a word of English, but he made up for it with lots of gestures. Inside of his house, they were given food and drink, and shown to their modest sleeping arrangements.By now, it was getting dark outside and Peter could barely keep his eyes open after a full day of travel. His mother and him curled up on a small cot, in a tiny little room. Last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Nakibo wishing him a good night.- Chapter 3 -In the morning, Zoe and Peter woke up to knocks on the door.”Good morning!” announced Nakibo when Zoe cracked open the door. “The guides are here. We can leave as soon as you’d like.””Oh, good. Let’s get a move on right away,” said Zoe. She was wearing a different shirt, stretchy and dark brown. She tugged at its collar wishing for a shower, but she knew there wouldn’t be one any time soon.After a light breakfast Nakibo introduced the guides — two local men, who only communicated with Nakibo, but they seemed cheery and nice enough, and would wink and smile at Peter from time to time. After Nakibo held a brief discussion with one of the men, the guides took up Peter and Zoe’s backpacks and the party set out into the jungle.”We will walk through the jungle for a few hours,” explained Nakibo. “It will be less hot under the trees. Once we reach the river, we will take a boat all the way downstream to the Kilitoki tribe’s location. The trip should take around six hours. Please, do let me know if you need a break, because these men do not stop.”The walk wasn’t difficult — Zoe had plenty of practice in the city — but she was glad that the guides were carrying their backpacks for them. Indeed, they heat was less punishable under the cover of trees, yet every person in the party was sweating profusely. They all shared a bottle of water and when it ran out, one of the guides produced another one.Zoe looked over at Peter. He seemed to be enjoying himself. The fresh air and sunlight were definitely something they both would benefit from. The party kept quiet during most of the walk, an occasional conversation amongst the guides breaking up the jungle sounds. The hours flew by and soon they could hear flowing water.”We are almost to the river,” said Nakibo turning around. “Tired yet?” he asked Peter.”No sir,” replied Peter. “This isn’t bad at all.”Nakibo laughed and said something to the guides who joined in on his laugh.Soon they arrived on the bank of the river. It was small, barely wide enough for a raft. The guides pulled out a wooden boat from under the foliage and loaded it up with packs. Everyone climbed aboard and they set off.They floated downstream slowly and, little by little, the river grew wider. The temperature seemed to cool off once they were floating on water. It was a bit cramped on the boat. The guides were perched at the back, propelling the boat forward with long poles. Nakibo sat in the middle, with Zoe and Peter in the front.Peter had to squat down and it was very uncomfortable. He tried to reposition himself by turning this way and that, but it was no help. Nakibo was right in front of him and his mom right behind him. He decided to rest his butt against his mom’s knees, but ended up sitting down on her. He felt like a little boy sitting in his mom’s lap. He looked at the men to see if they’d laugh at him, but they didn’t seem to notice. Anyways, it was much more comfortable this way and his mom didn’t seem to mind.Time passed slowly in the lazy heat of the afternoon. Peter passed his time looking for fish in the water and for wild life in the jungle. He saw, what he thought was a wooden log floating in the muddy water, not far from the boat. To his alarm, the log produced two round eyes and in an instant dove under the water. Peter jerked back like a scared kitten. His reaction was noticed by everyone on the boat and then men laughed heartily.”Crocodiles,” said Nakibo, chuckling. “There aren’t many of them around here, but they are always hungry.””Nakibo, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to be scaring him,” said Zoe. “He’s already on the edge from all the information he’s dug up on the internet.”Still chuckling Nakibo added: “The Crocodiles fear the Kilitoki. You will be in safe hands, Peter. My people will teach you to fend for yourself even against most fearsome a****ls. That is if you ever become a Grass Warrior.””Your people?” Zoe looked at Nakibo and squinted against the sun. “I didn’t realize you were of the Kilitoki tribe.””I don’t speak of it much,” shrugged Nakibo. “Not many of modern African folk take kindly to tribe people and their descendants. In Africa, they call them ‘tribe filth’. As if they forgot where they once came from themselves. If you come into society and you come from a tribe you try to keep it in private.” Nakibo’s cheerfulness seemed to leave him for a moment as he spoke.”I never realized…” trailed off Zoe.”It’s okay, Mrs. Hawkins. I usually try and ignore this fact, it’s just the way African society is now.””That’s very noble of you.” Zoe felt like she should add something more but couldn’t find the words. Instead she wrapped her hands around Peter, who was sitting on her lap, like she use to do when she read stories to him when he was little.”Grass Warrior?” asked Peter looking at the, once again, cheerful giant.”Yes, Peter. You’ll have to learn about that for yourself. My tribe has a lot of different customs, traditions and ceremonies. Most of them I think you will like…” then Nakibo looked at Zoe. “…while others may seems strange to you. Just remember that each nation has its customs that shouldn’t be judged. Out here, every tribe is its own nation.”Nakibo jerked a thumb at the guides behind him: “Sakali is from Merubu tribe, while Tijik is from Bambooli. Normally the two tribes are always at conflict. These two would never be friends. But since they left their tribes, they realized how petty those conflicts were.” Nakibo fell silent and he appeared to be in deep thought.Peter looked over at the two guides, who looked ahead solemnly. What Nakibo said painted an almost fairy-tale like image of two warring tribes with magnificent “warriors” battling each other. For a moment Peter felt like he was little again, listening to one of his mother’s stories, sitting on her lap. He felt his mom’s arms tighten around him and felt his back press harder against her. At that moment, Peter thought about the accident on the bus and seeing his mom’s breasts through her soaked shirt. He realized that those breasts were now pressed firmly against his back. He felt uncomfortable and tried to shift away from his mom, but she held him firmly against her.”We are almost there. Just around that river bend.” Nakibo pointed forward.Peter saw the river turn sharply to the left, straight ahead of them. The two guides increased their efforts and the boat began moving slightly faster. In a few moments the boat reached the bend and the guides struggled to turn with the current. Peter looked left and could see into the turn. The river stretched on for another quarter mile before pooling into wider banks. Further downstream Peter could see rocks of various sizes jutting out of the water and he noticed white water caps rising.”The Kilitoki make their home where the river widens, right before the rapids. The water here is clearer and warmer,” explained Nakibo looking into the distance as the boat swung and straightened itself with the current.”This seems like a nice place,” complimented Zoe.”Yes, it’s the nicest place on Earth for me… but I rarely visit here anymore.””You certainly will visit more now, right?””Yes, of course. Like we agreed. I will attempt to check on you monthly,” replied Nakibo.The boat began approaching the left side bank. Once near the bank, Sakali (or was it Tijik?), jumped out of the boat and, holding on, pulled the front end onto the shore. He motioned for everyone to get out.Peter remained where he was, seemingly frozen. He stared at the shore in wonder — a few feet of warm yellow sand rimmed by a vast, green jungle, invited him to a new life.”Come on Peter, get out!” urged Zoe, unwrapping her arms from Peter. Her legs were numb and she had the urge to stretch them. When her son didn’t budge, she gave him a firm push. That got him moving.Peter gripped the sides of the boat, stood up and carefully stepped onto the shore.Zoe looked up at him — the boy looked to be in shock. “He’s just now realizing that he won’t have TV for a whole year,” she joked.Zoe stood up, rocking the boat slightly and stepped onto the shore, getting her boots wet in shallow water. She took a few steps onto the sand and stretched deeply, spreading her arms and arching her back, looking up at the sky. When she released her stretch, she noticed several tribal people looking at her from behind one of the lush plants.Nakibo noticed her expression and turned towards where she was looking. By now, the tribal have people emerged from the jungle and stood on the sand. Nakibo approached an ancient looking man and hugged him tightly.Zoe noticed that the old man was skinny and very wrinkly, with long, gray hair that was twisted into several long dreadlocks. There were six tribe people all together — the old man, and five others, who looked to be in their thirties. They sported bare chests and wore a****l skins to cover themselves from waist to knee.Nakibo proceeded to clasp shoulders with each of the tribal men.”The Kilitoki bid you welcome!” Nakibo said turning around. “They are very pleased that you came.””It’s a pleasure to be here,” said Zoe bowing her head.”This is chief Koko’loko,” announced Nakibo as the old man stepped towards Zoe.”It’s an honor to have you stay with us,” the old man said in perfect English.Zoe was taken aback by such unexpected surprise.Noticing her expression the chief smiled. He then faced Peter and looked at him intently.”Ah, I see a clear resemblance. The small, pointy nose, the clear brown eyes, pale skin complexion, slightly sharpened chin. He’s a clear-cut copy of you,” said the chief looking up at Zoe.Zoe giggled nervously. Nakibo must have told the chief all about them.”I always said, put a blond wig on him and he can pass for me, in my youth.””He could still pass for you, even now,” smiled Koko’loko. He swept an arm towards the other tribesmen and said: “These are my best warriors. I bring them to show you what an honor your visit is to us. Our land is your land now.”Zoe opened her mouth trying to sputter out some polite comment, but Koko’loko suddenly turned towards Nakibo and spoke to him in their native tongue. Then the chief said a few words to the guides who were standing rigidly next to the boat. Whatever it was that he said, brought relief to their faces and they relaxed and began dragging the boat out of the water.”Come! It is time to introduce you to the tribe,” said the chief. He motioned for everyone to follow as he walked into the jungle, helping himself with a long walking stick, which was carved with intricate designs. Zoe followed first, with Nakibo and Peter walking behind. The guides came last, carrying their backpacks.Peter was still trying to sort out how fast all this happened to him. In the matter of days, he went from his comfortable flat, to a deep jungle forest along the bank of a river. When he saw the tribesmen emerge, he had a feeling like he was in a movie. The chief looked so ancient and magnificent, and when he stared at him, Peter was mesmerized. He was eye-to-eye with someone who he would have never even imagined.Peter thought he saw something that looked like a little hut behind one of the trees. Suddenly, Peter walked right into his mom and jerked his head back. His eyes grew wide when he saw a plethora of little huts built in a clearing within the jungle. But that wasn’t what made his eyes wide. Peter saw a large group of indigenous people busy with their daily life. There were small c***dren running around. Men and women of all ages, clad in cloths, were doing their everyday activities. It was like he was at a museum, looking at an ancient African exhibit, and it happened to come alive.One by one, the tribal folk began noticing the new comers. They stopped doing whatever they were doing and approached them, gathering in front of the chief. Peter stood by his mom and could count about thirty people gathered together. The tribesmen were curiously regarding him with big and curious eyes.The chief said a few words and a loud cheer arose. He waived everyone silent and motioned for Zoe to come forward.”Zoe!” the chief announced as she stepped forward.Then he motioned to Peter. “Peter!” Another loud cheer broke out.In the next few moments, people were moving all around them. Women hugged Peter and men greeted him by clasping both of his shoulders. Peter glimpsed Nakibo greet one of the men and saw both men mutually grasp shoulders at the same time. He decided to give it a try, as he began greeting men back.Indigenous people swirled all around Peter, and he was lost in this surreal scene. The next thing he knew, he was sitting cross legged, eating a pineapple as it was being chopped by one of the tribesmen. He glanced around and saw his mom, Nakibo and the chief speaking amongst themselves not far away from him. Everyone else seemed to have returned to their daily life.Peter looked at the man who was chopping the pineapple and nodded. The man swung his large knife and chopped off another round piece. He handed it to Peter, who grinned at the man and began eating.”I see you and Natu are getting along well,” a woman’s voice, with a thick accent, spoke behind him. Peter looked back and squinted as the sun sneaked its way through the trees and hit him in the eyes. He saw an old woman standing over him.”Oh yes, he’s cutting the pineapple for me. I love pineapple,” said Peter wiping the pineapple juice off his chin. “Who are you?””I am the Great Mother, the Mother of the Tribe, the chief’s wife.” The woman sat down next to Peter, folding her legs under her cloth skins. She nodded to Natu, who cut a piece of pineapple off and handed it to her. “I’m also Nakibo’s mother,” she added before she took a bite.Peter jerked his head to look at Nakibo. “No way! He’s the chief’s son?”The old woman nodded. She waved Natu away and sat quietly chewing on pineapple.”There will be a great feast tonight, in your and your mother’s honor. Tomorrow we will show you how we live — how we wash, how we work, how we gather food. You know, everyone in the tribe must work. That’s how we survive as the community. We’ll have to find you something to do, now won’t we?””But I’m too young to work,” protested Peter in his usual habit.”Really? Too young?” The Great Mother chuckled. “Our boys begin work as soon as they are able, nearly as soon as they learn to walk. Of course the work gets harder as they grow up.” She finished her pineapple slice and looked at Peter. “But don’t worry, young one, we’ll find you something easy.” She smiled at Peter and stood up to leave. Then she turned and added: “Oh, and you’ll meet your new friends tomorrow.”- Chapter 4 -The welcoming feast was interesting to watch. There was a large fire, plenty of food, sounds of drums and lots of dancing. Most of the people decorated themselves with paint markings and exotic flowers. Peter and Zoe were seated on two large leaves in front of chief Koko’loko, who sat on the ground just like the rest of his people. Nakibo and the Great Mother sat to either sides of the chief — their respectably honorable places.Peter watched the people dance while eating fruits and meats from a large bowl. He tried his best not to look directly at the dancers and instead looked into the fire. It was because the dancing women were bare chested. When Peter was introduced to the tribe, the women wore tops made out of a****l skins, but now it was different. Their breasts were fully exposed and painted with strange designs. Peter could clearly make out the nipples poking though the tribal paint. He didn’t want to show anyone that he was bothered by it, so he tried to keep a calm composure. He could feel a stirring in his crotch everytime the dancers passed by him. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view of their breasts swinging and shaking with the rhythm. It was exciting. Peter had seen naked women a few times on TV, but never in real life. He didn’t want to get a full erection and get embarrassed on his first day with the tribe. Thus, he kept his mind off of the breasts by asking questions to the chief and stuffing his mouth with food.”How is it that you speak English so well?” asked Peter turning to look at Koko’loko.”It’s a long story, Peter. Let’s just say that I once lived in the modern world just like Nakibo.” “Did you teach your wife?””Yes, she was a very good student. I’ve tried teaching other members of my tribe, but they didn’t take to it as well as Great Mother.””Mom could teach them! She’s a really good teacher. She taught me everything I know,” said Peter excitingly.”If that is so then we could arrange for a class. If your mother doesn’t mind.””Oh, not at all,” chimed in Zoe. “I think it would be a great experience. I’ve taught some English in Peru.”The adults continued the talk, while Peter became preoccupied observing a group of boys wresting around next to the large fire. The boys looked to be about his age. Two of them where wrestling while two others cheered them on. He wondered if those would be his new friends that Mother of the Tribe spoke about.The beat of the drums became slower. Peter saw a new group of dancers emerge and begin their dance — four women and one man. He noticed right away that two of the women had very big breasts. In fact, they were the biggest breast he’d ever seen, especially in the nude. These two women didn’t have as much paint as the other dancers and most of their tit flesh was visible. Peter suddenly forgot all about his potential embarrassment and followed the women with his eyes. The smooth, black skin of their heavy, sagging breasts was streaked lightly with white paint. Their large, dark nipples seemed to point directly at him. It wasn’t long before his loins reacted to that sight.For a moment, Peter forgot everything around him, until a nudge in the side brought him back. He looked over and caught a look of disapproval from his mother. Sheepishly, he looked down in his lap, covering the bulge at the front of his shorts. He heard Nakibo chuckle softly and didn’t dare raise his eyes for a long time.”You two must be tired,” said Koko’loko at length. “Nakibo, please show them to their new home.”Nakibo and Zoe stood up. Making sure his erection had subsided, Peter stood up as well. He said goodbye to Koko’loko and his wife, and followed Nakibo.Nakibo led them to a small hut. Inside, there was a large sleeping pad against the far wall. It was made out of, what looked like, woven leaves and soft straw. It was covered with soft a****l furs. Their backpacks were resting against another wall. There was really nothing else to the hut, other than a small table.After Nakibo left, Peter claimed the wall-side of the bed. Whenever they slept together, Peter would always “claim” that side. Peter pulled off his shirt and dove under the covers.Zoe looked through her pack and found a few things that she put out on the table. When she finished, she looked at Peter. He was facing the wall, curled up in the a****l furs. It was dim inside — the only light coming from the bonfire through the little window. Zoe didn’t want to sleep in the sweat soaked clothes again. She glanced again at Peter and making sure his back was still turned, quickly pulled off her shirt. Her breasts felt pleasant once freed from the confines of the stretchy shirt. She noticed how the light of the fire danced on her pale skin.”I really need a tan,” thought Zoe, before putting on a loose sleeping shirt.Keeping her eye on her son, Zoe carefully took off her boots and then her shorts, revealing her light blue panties. The panties were the modest kind — they covered most of her bum and her front. They were soaked with sweat like the rest of her clothes. Zoe had an exquisite sense of smell and could usually discern the slightest of scents. After the feast, the smells of fire and food were still filling her nose, but she could definitely detect the musky smell of body odor. Whether it was hers or Peter’s, she canlı bahis was too tired to tell. She climbed onto the pad and covered herself with the furry covers. She was glad that there was no scent of the long dead a****l that the furs once belonged to. She took a deep, tired breath and looked over at Peter who hasn’t moved since he laid down.”What a day!” she thought before drifting off to sleep herself.***The next morning was just like Great Mother had promised. Peter woke up to someone standing over him. When his eyes cleared the morning fog, he realized it wasn’t his mother, it was the Great Mother. She looked at him with a stern expression and told him to get dressed. As he was dressing, the Great Mother explained that Zoe was meeting with the chief, and Peter was to spend the day learning about the life of the Kilitoki tribe.”Eat this on the way,” said Great Mother handing Peter a bowl of fruit and nuts. She walked out of the hut, with him following on her heels.”I will take you around and introduce you to our people. You’ll meet everyone, learn about them and what they do. At the end, I’ll let you choose your own work. Whatever you think is appropriate for you. I’ll show you where we wash, then I’ll show you where you can get a drink and some food if you become thirsty or hungry.”Great Mother led Peter past a large canopy and Peter saw Nakibo who waived at him.”Peter! I am leaving,” yelled Nakibo. “I have other business to take care of. I promised your mom I will visit every month and bring supplies. However, I think you’ll find everything you need right here.””You’re leaving? But what about the Grass Warriors?” Peter took a liking to the friendly giant and didn’t want see him go.Nakibo came up closer and smiled. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” he said and clasped Peter by the shoulders.”I’ll see you in a month then,” nodded Peter.For the next few hours, Great Mother and Peter were busy meeting various people of the tribe. Peter tried to memorize everyone’s name, but he seemed to forget them as soon as he heard them. He learned about what everyone did around the tribe. Work varied from fruit picking to hunting, to blanket and clothes making, to farming. Peter couldn’t quite decide what kind of work he’d be good at.Once they were done meeting everyone in the tribal village, Great Mother led him to the river, a little further down from where they landed the day before.”This is where we wash ourselves,” Great Mother explained, pointing to an area along the bank. The banks and the rapids formed a calm pool of murky water. Peter followed the Great Mother into the river and felt that the bottom was padded with smooth sand. “Contrary to what others might think, we are clean people,” said Great Mother. “Every morning the women come and wash here at the sunrise and every evening at sunset. This is special time for women. Remember Peter, men stay away at those times.” She looked at Peter intently, until he nodded to let her know that he understood.”Men usually don’t have a set time. They can bathe anytime they want, other than the times at which women bathe.” They walked a little further down the bank where the rocks began creating rapids. “This is the water we use for drinking, we use special plants to filter it.””But this is the same water that you wash in,” noted Peter.”We gather drinking water when no one is bathing. Do not worry, after the filtering, it’s very clean. There are other things in the water that you should worry about.”After that, Peter and Great Mother returned to the tribal village. She showed Peter where food and water supplies were kept. Peter noticed that for an old woman, Great Mother moved around quite swiftly.”Now Peter, if there’s anything else you ever need, just ask anyone.””But how will they understand me?””Good point,” chuckled the Great Mother. “In that case, speak to me or Koko’loko.” The Great Mother grew solemn again and said: “Peter, did you decide what kind of work you want to do?””Well,” Peter scratched his head. “I was thinking that being a hunter would be fun, but that sounds a bit over my head. I guess, picking fruit should be easy enough, but I don’t really know the area around here.””You’ll learn it fast enough, Peter. As it happens your new friends do that same work. They will show you around.” The old woman let a little smile slip past her lips.”Friends.” Peter felt his mouth go dry.”Let’s go meet them now,” said Great Mother and began shuffling rapidly into the jungle.***Peter stood in front of a large tree facing a group of youngsters. These were the same four guys that were wresting by the fire last night. Peter’s arms hung limply at his sides as he looked at them. One of the guys in front of him was leaning on a long stick, which Peter later learned was for shaking fruit from trees. Another one was eating a mango. Two others were kneeling next to him. The boys were skinny, but they looked strong — their dark, smooth skin seemingly consuming the sun.”This is Peter!” announced Great Mother in English, which Peter thought was silly. She pointed to the boy with the stick: “That is Tooki. Eating a mango is Pompo. And those two twins are Karo and Kuru.” Peter nodded at each one in turn, but didn’t receive any acknowledgment back. Suddenly, Mother of the Tribe exclaimed something in their native tongue.”Hello Peter!” said the boys in unison, lazily.”I’ve been teaching these boys some English and they learn fast,” said Great Mother, “but from now on you’ll be teaching them.” She turned to face Peter, touched the top of his head and, just like that, left.Peter found himself staring at the boy leaning on the stick, unable to think of anything to say. He felt stupid. This whole idea was stupid. How could he make friends with African boys? He didn’t even know how to talk to them.The boys studied Peter in silence.”Come!” said Pompo finally, tossing his mango in the bush. Other boys began following him, disappearing into the jungle. Peter just stood there, stupefied. As the last boy was about to step into the bush he turned to Peter and motioned for him to follow.”You. Come!”Peter had no other choice but to follow.The boys were walking single file through the jungle foliage, seemingly following an invisible path in between the trees. Peter couldn’t tell where they were going or why he followed them. Finally, one of the boys, Pompo, stopped and disappeared into a tall bush. Everyone followed him. When Peter emerged on the other side of the bush, he saw something that resembled a modest tree house, built about ten feet off the ground.”Our fort!” declared Pompo loudly as he turned to face Peter. “Only warriors may enter!” His face looked grim and serious. Peter could only blink back in reply. Then suddenly, one of the boys burst out laughing and the other boys joined in unison.”Sorry friend,” said the boy named Tooki in between fits of laugh. “We play joke on you. Make you scared.””Yes! Your face look so scared,” added Pompo heaving for air. He came up to Peter and heartily slapped him on the back, which caused Peter to pitch forward slightly.Everyone around Peter was laughing, but Peter didn’t think this was funny. So, he just stood there looking at each of them in turn.”Relax, we play joke no more. You our friend now. You can enter our fort,” said Pompo as he began climbing the rope that led up into the fort. Tooki followed him.Peter found himself flanked by the two brothers, Karo and Kuru. They prodded him forward and urged him to climb the rope. Peter took the rope into his hands and looked up. He had a sudden memory of doing this at gym class and how terribly he’d performed then. He didn’t have much hope for this time. Nevertheless, he gripped the rope tightly and tried pulling himself up. He barely made it up several inches, before his arms gave out and he sagged back down to ground. He tried again, with much of the same results. He heard Karo and Kuru giggle behind him. Frustrated, he let go of the rope and had a mind to run away.”Come Peter,” called Pompo’s voice from above. Karo and Kuru yelled something to him and Pompo looked down at Peter, out of the fort. “Peter, grab rope,” he called. “Hold strong.”And thus, the first time Peter met his new friends, he was being hauled up into a tree fort.- Chapter 5 -The life in the tribe slowly became absolutely normal for Peter and Zoe. Zoe spent a lot of the time with chief Koko’loko. They exchanged ideas and traded knowledge. As promised, she began teaching English to all who desired. The class was held in the afternoon, outside, under a canopy and students consisted of adults and c***dren alike. Most of the students attended daily and Zoe wondered if they were under some sort of orders from the chief or if they actually enjoyed the class. Her best students were Peter’s new-found friends. All four of them seemed so eager for the class each day. While she held her English class, Peter would sometimes help her out. After the class, Peter and his friends would get together and go off doing whatever it was they did. Zoe was beyond happy to see Peter making such great new friends. Sometimes he would tell her about their adventures and she could see that he finally found true friendship.Nakibo visited every month, but he was rarely needed. Thus he decided that he would come every two months since it wasn’t an easy trip to make.Each morning Zoe would rise early and bathe with the rest of the women. The women would undress completely and wash themselves while conversing and laughing. At first, Zoe felt uncomfortable being nude in the open area as such. She felt extremely exposed and was afraid that someone might be watching. However, each day she grew more accustomed to it, and after a while didn’t think twice about it.For bathing, the women used sponges and soap made out of special plants. Often times, they would break up into small groups — old women, middle aged, and young. Zoe usually bathed with the young ones. She even made friends with Umani and Cili — two large breasted sisters. Zoe found out that Tooki, one of Peter’s friends, was their little brother. The girls were younger than Zoe, but she enjoyed their company more than the somber company of the middle aged women. Funny thing was, the girls had tits like cannon balls — big, round and black. Zoe found herself somewhat envious, even though her own breasts were quite ample, they just weren’t this massive. She would tease the girls that one day their tits would sag down to their waist, like their mother’s. The girls would laugh and retort that at least their tits weren’t as bright as the sun, referring to Zoe’s pasty white skin (and it was especially white on parts of her body that were usually clothed).The boys always went to their tree fort after they picked enough fruit for the day, which was their tribal duty. They would hang around the fort, playing games and telling stories. The boys would always speak English when together. It was for practice, but mostly for Peter’s sake. In fact, Peter didn’t even notice their accents anymore, or the fact that they constructed unusual sentences. He tried to correct them at first, but as his friends’ English improved, he stopped.While his African friends learned English from him, Peter learned things from them in return. He learned how to climb the rope, climb trees, avoid snakes and insects, and shake down ripe fruit.Their most favorite activity was to talk about women. Often times, the subject would turn to Tooki’s sisters. They were several years older, but were the closest to the boys in age. And of course, they had the biggest breasts of anyone else in the tribe.”I almost saw Cili’s boobs today,” said Pompo.”Yeah? How so?” asked Tooki. He didn’t seem to mind when they talked about his sisters and he always joined the conversation eagerly.”She was stretching and her top lifted up. I saw the bottoms of them.””You’re lucky!” Karo and Kuru exclaimed in agreement.”I’d love to squeeze them and rub my face all over them.” Pompo closed his eyes and made motions with his hands.”Stop talking like that, or else we’ll have to do another mission,” said Tooki smirking mischievously.”Mission? What mission?” asked Peter, suddenly curious.”Never mind him. He’s just stupid,” answered Pompo. “Have you ever seen anyone’s breasts before, Peter?””Uh. I have,” answered Peter. “Well, not in real life but on TV.””I’m going to have to get a TV someday,” said Pompo. Peter’s friends became intrigued with the magic TV screen, the very first time he describe it to them.”How about your mom’s boobs, Peter?” asked Tooki. “I bet they look pretty good. Ever seen her change or wash herself?””No!” Peter cried out. “That’s not normal. I mean, where I come from… you’re not… you don’t look at your mom like that.” Peter paused and looked at Tooki. “Or your sisters, for that matter.”Tooki shrugged. “I don’t see why not. If they have large breasts, I don’t care who they are.”The other guys nodded.”I guess… you guys are just too different to understand,” said Peter quietly. He suddenly felt that he was culturally distant from his friends.”Wait! I think I understand where you’re coming from Peter,” said Pompo noticing Peter’s unease. “My mom, for example, is very skinny. She has small breasts and is getting quite old. Though, to be honest, I’m still looking forward to my Manhood Rite ceremony.””What is a Manhood Rite ceremony?” asked Peter.”Just another of our traditional ceremonies,” replied Pompo. “You’ll learn of it eventually.””Sounds interesting,” prodded Peter. “Tell me more.”Pompo shrugged. “I don’t know much more. I’ve never seen it myself.””Hey Peter!” Tooki exclaimed suddenly. “You want to see some breasts?”Peters eyes lit up and he grinned. “Of course! But how? Where?””Pompo, I think it’s time,” said Tooki with a smirk.Pompo looked at Tooki and then at Peter, who looked utterly confused. “Warriors!” Pompo cried and nodded at the other boys.In a moment, Peter was surrounded. Pompo and Tooki were in front of him while the two brothers came from behind. They formed a circle around him. Peter was shorter than Pompo and Tooki, and he felt a bit intimidated.”Peter, you have been summoned!” howled Pompo tilting his head back and spreading his arms wide. “You have been summoned to become a great warrior! The great Grass Warrior!””Grass Warrior?” asked Peter, his eyes twinkling. “Nakibo told me about this! I can become one?”Pompo ignored him. “Your spirit is ready! Your mind is ready! Your body is ready!”The other boys began chanting two, unfamiliar to Peter, words. “Burumu Paakuli!” It meant “Grass Warriors” in the native tongue.Pompo was staring at Peter now — face calm and serious among the chanting of the others. “Peter,” he said. “Do you wish to become a Grass Warrior? Do you wish to walk the path of the Grass?”Peter looked at him and nodded. Going along with the act he screamed out: “Yes! Oh, great… Grass Warrior… leader… guy! I want to walk the path!”Pompo started cracking up first, and the rest of the boys were soon to follow, even Peter. The circle broke as the boys were s**ttered by laughter. A few minutes later they calmed down.”I’m not the leader,” said Pompo. “There is no leader. We are all equal. Though I am the oldest.””The oldest fool,” quipped Tooki.Pompo shot him a lazy glance. “Peter you are now a Grass Warrior. That means you can do Grass Warrior missions. We haven’t done a mission since you came, we’ve been saving it for you. We couldn’t tell if you had the Grass Warrior spirit, but after all these months of living with us, we can see you have it.””Cool! So what kind of a mission are we going on?””The White Ape mission, my friend,” answered Tooki.”White Ape?” Peter frowned in confusion.”All missions have names,” explained Pompo. “This one has a special meaning, but you’ll find out tomorrow. We meet here, at sunrise. If you’re late, the mission goes on without you.””I won’t be late,” promised Peter.It was getting dark and the boys returned to their huts for the night. When Zoe asked Peter about his day, he seemed reluctant to talk about it. It was strange, as he usually couldn’t stop talking about his friends.Peter pulled off his shirt and quickly climbed under the sheets on the wall side of the sleeping pad. He usually kept his shorts on when he slept. He was quite used to sleeping with his mom now. She usually went to sleep later than him and woke up before him.”Mom?” asked Peter as he felt sleep creeping into his eyes.”Yes?””Can I sleep on the other side of the bed tonight?””Why? You love to sleep against the wall.””How do I know that I love it if I’ve never slept on the other side?” Peter tried to sound innocent.Zoe pondered for a moment. “Good point. If you really want to try it, go ahead.””Thanks mom!” Peter scooted over and nestled on the near side of the bed.Peter’s plan was to have his mom wake him when she got up in the morning. He figured that as she climbed over him, he would feel it and wake up. Since she awoke just before the sunrise, he would sneak out of the hut when all the women went to bathe and meet his friends at the fort. He was so excited about tomorrow morning that he couldn’t quite fall asleep for some time.The plan was a success. Peter woke up at the slightest nudge from his mother as she was trying to carefully step over him. He kept his eyes closed until Zoe left the hut. Then he got up and quickly peeked out of the small window. Women were gathering and heading towards the river. Peter quickly put on his sandals and looked out of the door. He couldn’t see anyone in sight. Suddenly, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He ducked back in the door and looked towards the movement. Peter saw Karo and Kuru sneaking out of their hut. He took the cue and followed them.When Peter and the two brothers arrived, Tooki and Pompo were already there. Pompo started handing something out to the boys. Peter found himself holding a bunch of wide-bladed grass.”What’s this?” he asked.”It’s the garment of the Grass Warrior. A grass skirt,” answered Tooki as he dropped his loin cloths. Standing buck naked, Tooki fastened the grass skirt around his waste. It appeared that the grass was held together by a thin piece of string.Peter looked around shyly as the other boys were putting on their grass skirts. He felt unsure and uncomfortable as he hasn’t been naked in front of anyone in a long time.”Come on Peter. Hurry!” urged Pompo, who was now handing out thin wooden spears.Peter gathered his courage, sighed and dropped his shorts. He tried to figure out which way the skirt went on but couldn’t find the opening.Tooki let out a snicker.”Peter, like this,” said Karo grabbing the grass skirt from Peter’s hands. Karo spread the grass out correctly and handed it back.Peter thanked him and was about to put it on when he realized the boys were starring at him.”What?” he asked, remembering how naked he was.”Your snake is as skinny as you!” announced Pompo cocking his head.Peter looked down and saw his penis. It was limply resting between his legs.Quickly Peter managed to put the skirt on. “What did he mean by skinny?” he wondered, taking the spear from Pompo’s hand.”Okay Peter, this is how it works,” Pompo began explaining. “You follow us, staying as quiet as you can. If I motion with my hand or tell you something, you do it. Understood?””Understood.” “Good. Let’s move out.””Grass Warriors!” the African boys let out a scream. It was suppose to be a scream but it was quiet — they didn’t want to be overheard.Pompo turned and began creeping through the jungle. Tooki, Karo, Kuru and Peter followed close.Peter was getting excited. He felt like a thief stealing in the rising sun. He had no idea where they were going, so he kept his face down and followed Tooki’s heels. The grass skirt was rather comfortable, even though it tickled his butt. He tried to step through the foliage on the jungle floor as quietly as possible, pretending like he was a predator on the hunt.They didn’t walk very far, yet Peter was getting antsy to find out where they were headed. Eventually, Pompo motioned for a halt and pointed at a nearby shrub with huge leaves. On his command the boys climbed in, one by one. Before Peter disappeared into the leafy shrub, he realized that he could hear the river churning near by.The boys stood side by side in a large, hollow area inside the shrub. The giant leaves of the plant were shielding them like walls from the outside. The area inside resembled a tiny room — about five feet wide an ten feet long. It was just big enough for the five of them. Tooki was against one side, peering through the leaves.Pompo motioned for Peter to come close. “Have a look,” he whispered, pointing next to Tooki.Peter got closer. He looked through the opening in the leaves and held his breath. He saw the river, the rocks, and the women during their morning bath. The women were no more than ten yards away from where Peter stood.”The bush must be right on the bank of the river,” thought Peter, unable to tear his gaze away.At first, it was too much for Peter to concentrate. He was like a little k** at the candy store. He saw so many naked female bodies that he didn’t know where to look. His eyes flicked this way and that way. His mind tried to take in as much as possible. He was now even more excited than ever. Finally, his mind calmed a little and he paused on a dark-skinned woman with long hair. He couldn’t remember the woman’s name, but remembered seeing her around the village often. She was middle-aged, thin and rather muscular. Peter’s eyes explored her breasts. They were of substantial size, but sagged and had enlarged nipples. Peter let his gaze drop down past her waist, but the woman was facing him from the side and he couldn’t see anything interesting.”Tooki’s sisters,” someone whispered and Peter turned his attention there. He saw them entering the water, their beautiful large breasts swaying with each step.”Amazing,” hissed someone else.Peter agreed. Those titanic breasts were hypnotizing — something he could look at all day. He didn’t even realize they were fully naked — their breasts was all he could look at. He flicked his eyes from one sister to another, unable to decide which one was a greater marvel.”Finally, the White Ape!” whispered Tooki, almost too loud from excitement.At that moment, Peter realized why the name of the mission was special — his mom, completely nude, was wading into the water right behind Tooki’s sisters. He felt horrified as he watched her join the other girls in the water and began washing herself. He could feel his legs begin to tremble and he steadied himself with his spear. He felt a tightness in his stomach and his breathing became irregular. Unable to tear his gaze away from his own mother, Peter shut his eyes tightly. He knew that she was completely naked and he did his best to keep himself from looking at her.Someone giggled next to him. Then someone else hushed him. The women were chatting and carrying on their morning routine. Peter regained his composure and opened his eyes. He looked around him and saw that his friends were all glued to the sight before them. None of them paying attention to anything but the naked women. Blinking several times, Peter peered back out between the leaves.There were Tooki’s sisters washing their hair, and right next to them still stood his mother. For the first time ever, Peter beheld his mother absolutely naked. She stood facing the bush that hid the boys as she lathered vegetable soap onto her arms and shoulders. Every movement she made sent her tits into a perpetual jiggle. Peter drank in the sight of his mother’s breasts, and noticed right away that they were much different from the heaving tits of Tookis’ sisters. His mom’s boobs were glaringly white, framed by tanner skin. Standing next to the two big breasted African girls, Peter’s mom’s tits didn’t look big at all. However, when Peter stared at her for some time, he could tell that they were quite a good size. Her tits took up the majority of her breast plate, they were full, round and had a peculiar swooping shape — they hung down slightly then arched back up, expending forward at the nipples. Her breasts were so pale that several veins could be seen making their way close to the surface. Her areolae were like pink coins with firm nipples hard from the cold water.Peter watched, as his mother bent down to cup some water in her hands, causing her breasts to sway forward and down over the water.”Wow, those tits are nice!” whispered Kuru.”So white,” agreed Tooki.Peter watched his mom straighten back out and saw a flash of hair down between her legs. He was staring directly at his first pussy and it just happened to be his mother’s. He could not look away. The fuzzy hairs between her legs looked so intriguing, so mysterious. He allowed his eyes to flick over to one of Tooki’s sisters and he saw that their pubic hair was much darker and fuzzier than his mom’s. He looked back at her and took in all of her naked glory.Suddenly, one of the boys made a sharp movement causing the leaves to rustle. The women must have heard the rustling, because they all looked in the direction of the shrubby hideout. The boys slowly backed away from their peeking spots. They looked at each other in alarm. Then, as fortune would have it, a bird flew out nearby and the women resumed talking and bathing.”You idiot. Keep quiet,” hissed Pompo. He glanced again through the leaves. “You’re lucky, we were saved by a bird.”The boys relaxed and looked at each other with silly grins.”Look. Peter’s snake is out,” whispered Karo.Peter looked down and noticed that he was getting hard. His foreskin was slightly pulled back from his tip, which was glistening with his natural lubrication. He saw that the other boys were getting hard as well — their black penises poking through their grass skirts. He noticed that while his friends had thicker cocks, they weren’t quite as long as his.One by one, the boys resumed looking through the leaves. Peter saw that his mom had switched positions with one of the girls and was now facing the other way. She was splashing water onto herself, rinsing the soap off of her skin. Then she bent forward, deep at the waist and splashed water onto her stomach and breasts. As she bent forward, Peter caught sight of her ass. It was small and pale, and looked like it belonged to a girl Peter’s age, rather than his thirty-something mom.As she splashed water onto herself, her back arched a little more, tilting her ass slightly upwards. Now her pussy was visible from the back. Two distinct mounds, parted in the middle to form an enthralling gap. She dipped down into the water and her pussy disappeared for a brief instant, only to reappear dripping with water. Peter saw two fingers massaging her pussy, then her whole palm cupped more water and brought it up to the opening. A moment later, she was standing straight up again, happily chatting to one of the African girls.”We have to go back,” someone said in an urgent whisper. “They will be finishing up soon.”Peter peeled himself away from the leaves, licking his dry lips with his dry tongue.Pompo and Tooki were already at the exit to the shrub hideout.”Kuru, come!” urged Pompo. One of the brothers was refusing to stop looking, while the other one tugged on him.”Come on! We’ll get caught,” pleaded Karo.”Let’s go!” said Tooki a bit too loud. Then someone tripped and the whole shrub shuddered. The boys panicked and bolted out of their hideout, not taking care to be quiet at all.Peter ran clutching the wooden spear, blindly following someone in front of him. He ran and ran, until he finally stopped and realized he was back at the fort.”Kuru, you idiot!” raged Pompo.”Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” grinned Kuru stupidly.”How about we don’t take you on anymore missions?” suggested Tooki.”Oh, come on! I said I was sorry.”Pompo was breathing heavily as he sat down cross legged on the floor. His manhood popping out of his skirt. “I’m going to have to take care of this,” he said pointing at his crotch.”Me too,” said Tooki. “Or else my sisters will know something is up.” Pompo and Tooki walked into the nearby foliage in separate directions. Karo and Kuru looked at each other, shrugged and went into the bushes as well.Peter didn’t want to be the only one left, so he picked a direction and walked behind a large tree. Fishing his hard cock out of the grass skirt, he looked down at it. It was white and veiny, like his mother’s tits. He gave his cock a firm squeeze and it felt ready to burst. Several quick pumps later, Peter was feeling like he was ready to squirt. He pressed on, until he decorated the side of the tree with a gooey, white stain. Despite his orgasm, Peter still felt rather aroused. He could hear the sounds of his friends gathering back at the fort. Trying to tuck his boner back into the skirt, he walked out of his hiding place.”The white snake wants more?” asked Tooki with a mock.Peter waved him off.”You’re just jealous that his cock is longer than yours,” joked Pompo. “I would think you should be as gifted as your sisters, but looks like your parents left you lacking.”The boys shared a laugh at Tooki’s expense.Tooki looked hurt for a moment, bu then smiled and said: “Did you enjoy your first mission as a Grass Warrior, Peter?””Yes! It was great,” replied Peter.”I agree. I never realized white women looked so good naked,” Tooki continued. “Your mom’s tits are great. Maybe they aren’t as big as my sisters’ but they are so white, so round. Guys, did you see her pussy when she bent down?””Shut up!” yelped Peter, all to loudly. Feelings of guilt, embarrassment and jealousy were mixing into one big confusion inside of him.”Sorry, Peter.” Tooki put up his hands. “Take it easy. I keep forgetting how you feel about this stuff.””Warriors,” said Pompo, breaking up the conflict. “We have to get back to our huts or else our mom’s will know we were out.” He took off his skirt and put his loin cloths on. The other boys followed his example.Peter forced his cock back into his safari shorts with a struggle, trying to keep it from poking up and out of his waist band.The boys stayed as quiet as possible ans they stole their way back to the village. Peter barely managed to get inside his hut when he heard the sounds of approaching women. In panic, he took off his sandals and his safari shorts, and climbed in bed, naked. Covering himself with the furs he pretended to be asleep.***When they heard the loud rustling in the bushes, the women looked around. There was no bird this time, instead sounds of someone running away. Most of the women laughed and went back to their bath.”What was that?” Zoe asked Umani.”The boys,” giggled Umani. “The great Grass Warriors.””What do you mean?” Zoe frowned.”All of the Kilitoki boys play this silly game. They call themselves the Grass Warriors,” Umani waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s something they do before their Manhood Rite. And sometimes, they come to look at us.””Which boys?” Zoe was looking around in distress.”My brother and his friends,” replied Cili for her sister.”You mean Pompo, Tooki and… the others?” Zoe didn’t seem to understand.”Yes. You know how curious they can be. Most of the times we can’t even tell that they are watching. It’s best not to worry about it.””Was… was Peter with them?” asked Zoe.”Most likesl.” The two sisters giggled together. “Don’t worry,” said Umani. “It’s only natural.”Zoe stopped washing herself and was scanning the jungle. She covered her breasts with one hand and began backing towards the shore.”They are gone now,” laughed Cili. “It sounded like they were in a hurry. You can wash in peace now.”Zoe decided she was done with her bath and that she would wait for the rest of the women on the shore. She couldn’t believe that her own son would do such a thing. Spying on nude women was not a proper thing for him to be doing. She didn’t even know if he had ever seen a naked girl before. He always seemed so shy. She did agree that he was growing up, and perhaps she didn’t quite notice that he wasn’t a little boy anymore.When Zoe entered the hut, Peter looked to be asleep. Surely, he couldn’t have spied on them, but Zoe wasn’t willing to change her clothes just yet.”Peter! Peter!” she called out.Peter stirred from his fake sleep.”Wake up Peter.”Peter peeked his head from under the covers and faked grogginess.”It’s still early mom. I’m sleeping.” Peter saw his mom standing inside of the hut. His mind suddenly drew an image of her in the river. He felt his cock spring back to life. He turned to one side to hide his stiffness.”Come on, Peter. It’s time you began waking up earlier. Get up!” Zoe said as she rummaged through her pack.”No mom. Not yet.” He obviously couldn’t get up now, being nude under the covers. He closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. Suddenly, with one fast motion, his mom pulled the covers off of him.”I said get –!” her words stuck in her throat. “Why on god’s Earth are you naked?” she demanded. She looked away noticing her son’s nudity.”I must have taken my shorts off at night,” Peter tried to explain. “It gets so hot at night.””Is that so?” said Zoe, suspicion creeping back into her mind. She didn’t feel like confronting him any further. “Fine, get dressed and come to breakfast.”- Chapter 6 — Another month went by. At first, Zoe was a bit cold towards Peter. She wondered if Peter saw her naked and that made her uncomfortable to be around him. At nights, she began wearing shorts to bed, and longer t-shirts that covered her well past her waist.Peter also seemed to realize that what he’d done was wrong. Why did he have to look at his mom? He would have felt better if he only looked at Cili and Umani, or other women.The boys didn’t attempt another such mission, afraid that the women knew that they spied on them. They entertained themselves doing other things, like hunting for birds and tracking a****ls. Peter was now completely comfortable at being naked in front of his friends. The boys still joked often about his cock being white and skinny. They now referred to it as anaconda.One day, as Tooki and Peter were lounging around the fort, Pompo climbed in breathing heavily.”Guys!” Pompo took a few breaths. “My brother, Tomo…” Another pause. “He did it! He killed a boar!””No way! Way to go Tomo!” exclaimed Tooki jumping to his feet. “They’re going to hold a Manhood Rite for him now.”Pompo and Tooki were very excited for some reason. Pompo’s older brother was a few years older than them, and he hung out with the older men.”What? What are you talking about?” asked Peter looking from Pompo to Tooki.”Peter, if a Kilitoki kills a boar he becomes a real man. He will have a great ceremony held in his honor,” explained Tooki.Karo and Kuru arrived at the fort and were filled in on the news. They seemed excited as well.”I still don’t get it. What’s the big deal?” asked Peter.”The ceremony will be held in a few days and then you’ll see,” explained Pompo.Peter would have liked to know more, but he decided he would just wait and see.The killing of the boar was the only thing anyone in the village was talking about. The mood was festive and Pompo’s brother, Tomo, walked around proudly, his chest puffed out. The head of the slain boar was impaled onto a long stick and was displayed in the center of the village for everyone to see.Several days later Pompo addressed the boys at the fort. “As you know, tonight is my brother’s Manhood Rite. They won’t allow us to attend, not until we kill a boar. The ceremony will begin after hours, when they think we are fast asleep.””But we have an idea, don’t we?” winked Tooki.”Yes, we do. We’ll pretend to be soundly sleeping and when the ceremony starts, we will sneak out of our huts and watch the ceremony from the shadows,” disclosed Pompo. “Does everyone know how to sneak out?”Everyone nodded, even Peter. He could lift the flimsy wall in one corner of his hut. It would be just enough for him to climb under it.”Good, then it’s on for tonight. Listen for the drums. Get out of your hut, but don’t go too far. Stay in the shadows and be ready to get back into your hut if anything goes amiss. We cannot be caught.” Pompo made sure everyone understood what he was saying.”Too bad your mother isn’t like Peter’s,” began Tooki, but Pompo shot him a glance and he felt silent.Peter walked home that night wondering what this ceremony was all about. It certainly seemed to be a big deal, but he didn’t know why. He had witnessed a few strange ceremonies since he’d been here. The birthing of a c***d required the mother to eat monkey brains before she gave birth. Men would get ceremonially whipped on their birthday to remind them that every year is a struggle. And on certain days, the tribesmen ate raw meat instead of cooking it. What could be much worse than that, that they wouldn’t be allowed to attend? Well, he would just wait and see.Zoe and chief Koko’loko walked quietly through the village.”Zoe, tonight is Tomo’s ceremony as he earns his right to be a Kilitoki man,” said the chief.”Great. That should be fun.””While it is fun and it is a celebration, it carries with it a very specific meaning. One you might find especially strange.””Like what?” asked Zoe creasing her forehead.”I would suggest you witness it for yourself. You can leave at any point during it.””Okay,” said Zoe not giving it another thought.”Make sure Peter is asleep before you come out of your hut tonight.””I can make sure of that.””Good. When you arrive we will begin the ceremony.”That evening, when the women bathed, there was special attention to Pompo’s and Tomo’s mother. Several women washed her and put oils in her hair. She was older than Zoe, yet slim and strong.”Why are they washing her?” Zoe asked Cili.”It is for the ceremony,” Cili answered.Zoe nodded like she understood and continued her own bath. After they finished, the women led Pompo’s mother back into the village and into the chief’s hut.As the darkness fell, Zoe sat reading in the hut. Peter was already in bed, under the covers. He lay facing the wall and Zoe couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. She waited for quite some time, until finally deciding that Peter must have been sleeping. Setting her book aside, Zoe made her way out of the hut. Outside, one of the tribesmen was awaiting her. He barred the door to her hut with a heavy log and led her into the jungle where a large fire was burning.”Ah, Zoe. You are on time,” said chief Koko’loko sitting on a large leaf next to the fire.”We’re just waiting on a few more people before we begin,” added Great Mother who was sitting next to the chief.Once everyone was gathered and accounted for the chief gave the sign. Suddenly, a quiet drum began beating a steady rhythm. Several dancers began swirling and dancing around the fire. Next to the fire, Zoe noticed a platform raised a few feet off the ground. Tomo was laying on top of it, his hands and feet tied to the ends. Zoe gasped when she noticed that Tomo was completely naked. She quickly glanced away.”Sit down next to us,” said chief Koko’loko and Zoe complied.They sat across from the platform as the fire cast a convenient light onto the platform, and Tomo. Food was brought out and Zoe busied herself eating and watching the dancers, who were nude, with paint on their skin. Her cheeks reddened as she noticed a few of the male dancers, their manhood swinging with the rhythm. After a few minutes, the chief spoke a word and everyone turned to look to the side. Several women, wearing masks, emerged into the clearing. The women formed a circle with one woman walking in the center. Every woman of the escort had ceremonial markings painted on them, except the woman in the middle, who was wearing nothing but a golden mask.The chief motioned with his hand and they were served drinks, which were the equivalent of strong wine. Zoe didn’t drink often, but since this was a big celebration she decided she would allow herself a little. She gulped down a mouthful to help her relax, since she was a bit tense at seeing all these nude people.The escort of women in masks approached the platform. Zoe took another drink and could feel her tummy warm up in reaction to the strong drink. The masked women began to dance around the woman in the center and then backed away from her. Zoe looked at the woman and noticed that the woman was completely bare between her legs. Most of the tribeswomen had a nice coat of hair guarding their privates. However, this woman was as bare as a babe. Did she recognize the woman? Zoe couldn’t be sure. She felt her brain buzz slightly — the wine was beginning to affect her judgment.To Zoe’s amusement, the tied man had an erection. The nude, masked woman climbed onto the platform and positioned herself over the young man. Zoe fancied she knew what would happen, and she felt slightly guilty for watching this. Without a warning, the woman tore her mask off and flung it into the fire. Zoe froze. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It’s was Tomo’s own mother positioned right above his stiff member. Zoe couldn’t think clearly, so she took another big sip of her drink.The next several minutes were like a dream for Zoe. She watched as Tomo’s mother squatted, grabbed her son’s penis with one hand and proceeded to impale it into her vagina. With great enthusiasm, the woman began bouncing up and down on her son’s cock. There was something primal and a****listic in the way this mother was having sex with her son.It all made sense to Zoe now — the chief’s warning, the way other women treated the mother. Her thoughts swam in her head as she watched the sexual scene across from her. She couldn’t look away, not that she thought about it. It seemed like some unseen force was holding her down in her chair. The scene took on a surreal image. The dancers danced more wildly around the fire, while the drum was a steady, dull sound. Even the fire seemed to burn brighter. Wet sex sounds were now reaching Zoe’s ears as Tomo’s mother milked her son’s manhood. Clutching the cup tight in her hand, Zoe could smell it — that peculiar scent of sex, woman’s and man’s juices mixing together.Tomo’s mother looked to be enjoying herself. She threw her head back as her round ass bounced off her son’s thighs. Zoe saw the woman’s breasts flap up and down, and her fingers claw at her son’s muscular chest. Then Tomo let out several loud groans as he spilled his seed inside of his very first woman.Zoe has never seen a real life sexual act before, especially one performed so vividly. She thought back to her own experiences, with the only man she’d ever been with, Peter’s father. Every time they had sex it was always in a dimly lit room, and under the covers. This was a totally new experience and an eye-opener for her. She had seen a pornographic scene once, but it disgusted her — the actors were bad at acting and there was no passion between them. However, this was different. There was passion. Not kind, loving passion, but primitive, cardinal passion.Zoe came to her senses, realizing that the drum stopped beating. Tomo’s mother was still sitting on top of her son. She was saying something to him, but Zoe couldn’t understand. They looked to be having a normal mother to son conversation, but the fact that his prick was lodged inside of her vulva made this seem surreal.Zoe shook her head to try clear it. She became acutely aware of the wetness between her legs. She blushed to herself, not believing this would make her aroused.Finally, Tomo’s mother pushed up and eased off the meat pole she was riding. Tomo’s member was still stiff and covered with white gunk. Zoe realized that she was sitting intimately close to the platform throughout this whole scene. A distinct scent of sperm filled her nostrils and it almost felt like she could taste it. Zoe always had a keen sense of smell and overpowering scents gave her trouble. However, now Zoe found herself almost welcoming this strong scent.”Kilitoki, your great son Tomo is now a man!” boomed the voice of the chief, snapping Zoe to attention. She turned and saw Koko’loko standing with his arms stretched outward.”Go Tomo and be a man. This night is your sacred night,” continued Koko’loko. The masked women surrounded Tomo’s mother once again and led her away. A group of men approached Tomo, untied him and proceeded to congratulate him.Quite suddenly, the celebration was over and Zoe found herself staring at the empty platform. She shook her head again; she was definitely buzzed, maybe even drunk.”What did you think?” asked the chief.A thought passed through Zoe’s mind: “She looked like she was enjoying it, but how can a woman enjoy such an act?” Instead of that she said: “It was unusual.””Every culture has it’s traditions. Some are often misunderstood by outsiders.””I’m just shocked that such an i****tuous act can be a tradition amongst you.””We have our beliefs,” the chief shrugged. “We believe that a man’s first experience must be the same that gave him life unto this Earth.” The chief walked over to the fire. “It is frowned upon in the modern society, but it really is just a great gift of life.””Will she get pregnant?” Zoe suddenly realized that the sex was unprotected.”It is her choice. Some women believe that great warriors are born during the Manhood Rite and they spend all night engaging their sons over and over again.””You mean they are going to have sex again tonight?””Yes. Most likely. It is Tomo’s great night. He is entitled to take his mother as many times as he wants until he finds a wife. Such is the tradition.” The chief stared into the fire as his wife joined him at his side.”Does that mean… does that mean that Nakibo…” Zoe trailed off afraid to say what she was thinking.The Great Mother turned to look at her and smiled warmly, and Zoe knew.”It’s a mother’s duty to ensure her son knows all bahis siteleri of the ways of love before he finds a wife,” said Koko’loko. “Usually within a month a man finds the woman he will marry. During that month, the mother and son will couple many times.”Zoe couldn’t think straight. This was by far the strangest thing she’d ever heard.”Isn’t that barbaric?” she asked without thinking.”Barbaric? Not at all. It’s a beautiful thing when the woman who cares for her son the most introduces him to intimate life. In the old days, when many tribes rivaled for women, a man had to know the ways of sexual pleasure. Where would he turn if not to the only woman that loves him?”Long silence followed. Zoe brooded over Koko’loko’s words in her intoxicated mind. In a way, what he said made sense, but modern society dictated that i****t was monstrous. Zoe sat starring at the fire, unsure of what was right anymore.”Goodnight Zoe,” she heard the chief say. A few minutes later Zoe looked around and found herself to be the only person around the dying fire. She breathed in deeply, remembering the sharp smell of Tomo’s sperm. She got to her feet and swayed slightly — she would have a headache in the morning. She turned and shuffled towards her hut.”It’s a good thing that Peter didn’t see any of this. What would he think?” she thought as she walked. Little did she know that Peter was just now sneaking back into their hut, wide-eyed after what he had witnessed.- Chapter 7 -More months passed. It was now getting close to their year anniversary. Peter has turned another year older and he even chose to get whipped for his birthday. How could he not, if all of his friends got whipped? The whip hurt, but it never broke skin — the Kilitoki were traditional, not brutal. Over the past year, Peter’s skinny arms became knotted with muscles, his skin turned a light bronze color and he began growing hairs on his chest. He came to love his life in the tribe, he almost considered himself one of the Kilitoki, and he was even able to speak in the native tongue.Peter and his friends became inseparable. Their fort was their second home where they often times discussed Tomo’s ceremony. Since it was their first real witnessing of sex, it was an exciting topic. Some of the guys never knew before how exactly sex happened. And now, they fancied themselves experts. There was another such ceremony for another young tribesmen, but Peter didn’t get to watch it since his mom decided not to attend it.The day Nakibo arrived was the first day of the last month they were to stay with the Kilitoki. Nakibo and Zoe were talking about happenings at the EHA when Nakibo gave her the news.”Doug wants to talk to you,” said Nakibo.”Really? What about?” asked Zoe”He didn’t tell me. He said he wanted to tell you himself.””Same old Doug,” smiled Zoe. It’s been a few months since she had spoken to him — she only went back into town several times with Nakibo to use the phone or the internet.Zoe said her farewells to her son and the chief, and departed with Nakibo to the outside world. They would be gone for several days and Peter was excited. He could finally spend the night at the fort, something he’s always wanted to do. He was hoping his friends would be able to stay the night or two there as well, since their mother’s weren’t as strict and protective as Zoe.The first night that Zoe was gone, Peter told his friends he would sleep at the fort. Unfortunately, none of his friends were able to join him that night, so he ended up alone. It was quite scary to say the least. One can never realize what it’s like sleeping alone, unprotected in a vast jungle until one experiences it. Peter woke up several times to a****l sounds and thought of running like hell back to the village. But instead he would just pull the blankets over his head, hug his spear closer and try to fall back asleep. As expected, he received a lot of respect the next morning when his friends found him there sleeping.”I’m definitely staying with you tonight,” announced Tooki. “Mother hasn’t quite agreed, but she didn’t disagree.””Me too,” said Pompo, not wanting to be bested by Tooki.Karo and Kuru remained silent, knowing very well that their mother wouldn’t allow it.”Alright, guys. We’ll see when the night falls who is still at the fort,” teased Peter. He wasn’t sure that he could manage another night all by himself.”I’ll be here,” affirmed Tooki. “The whole night.”The boys proceeded to gather a lot of fruit while quizzing Peter about how scared he was during the night.Dusk arrived and Peter made a great show of going to sleep in his hut. He didn’t want other villagers to know that he was sleeping at the fort. When he sneaked out later, he congratulated himself on getting good at it. He reached the fort and lit a small fire. He wondered which of his friends would actually show up. To his surprise, both Tooki and Pompo arrived one after another. Not surprising, Pompo was often spending nights at Tooki’s hut, since his brother and mother would sometimes have sex at night.”I told you I’d be here!” grinned Tooki.The boys settled down and talked for long time. Peter’s friends enjoyed it when he told them about his favorite TV shows. Peter tried to retell each episode to his best recollection. It was enough for his friends to swear they would go out and live in the modern world, like Nakibo.”It’s not that great,” Peter always said to such remarks. “I personally don’t want to go back.”Tonight, Peter’s story was keeping everyone’s mind off the sounds of a big cat nearby. None of them wanted to admit that they were afraid.”Guys?” said Pompo. “You know what I was thinking?”The silence told him that his friends were listening. “If we can make it through this — sleeping in the fort, in the jungle, away from the village, then we can most certainly kill a boar.””You’re crazy Pompo!” said Peter from the dark.”I’m serious. I’ve always been scared of boars, but not as much as I’ve been scared of pumas and leopards. If we can stick it out, with that thing out there roaring. What’s a big bad pig?””I think Pompo has a point. We’re big enough now,” said Tooki. “I think we’ve got another mission for the Grass Warriors.””But guys! We don’t know anything about hunting. We don’t even have real spears,” Peter tried to be the voice of reason.”Tomo said he’d give me his spear. I can ask him if he can get us some more,” Pompo seemed to be possessed by this idea.”If I had a real spear I could kill a boar in one blow,” boasted Tooki trusting his hand into the darkness.”It’s time we had our Manhood Rite and became Kilitoki men,” said Pompo.”These are your traditions,” remarked Peter. “I already consider myself a man.””Kilitoki don’t care about how old you are,” said Pompo. “You have to kill a boar to become a man.””That and fuck your mother,” cackled Tooki.”Well said, Tooki. I’m getting tired of using my hand,” added Pompo.”Your mother will be quite worn out if you kill a boar as well,” mused Tooki. “Maybe you and Tomo can take her at the same time.””Shut up!” exclaimed Pompo and threw a banana at his friend.”It’s settled then. We’ve got a new mission,” said Tooki. “We’ll brief the cowardly brothers in tomorrow.”The boys fell silent, nurturing their latest scheme, until one by one they fall asleep.***Peter was surprised to see his mom return the next day. He was expecting her to be gone a few more days. His mom arrived in the morning, gave him a quick “hello” kiss on the cheek and spent most of the morning with the chief. After midday, the chief gathered a village meeting. Everyone was required to attend. Peter was standing next to his friends as Koko’loko prepared to talk.”Kilitoki, hear your chief!” he announced. “As you know our friends came to spend a year with us and sadly that year is about to come to an end.”The words send knifes into Peter’s chest. He completely forgot about their term of stay.The chief stared directly at Peter as if guessing his thoughts. “However, great news reach me! Our beloved friends have been offered to spend another year with us.”A low murmur began spreading through the tribesmen.”If there is anyone here who would speak against it, speak now.” Koko’loko paused and scanned the small crowd. “And what do you say, Peter?”All eyes suddenly turned to Peter. “I… I would love nothing more!” he exclaimed.A loud cheer rose around Peter as Pompo slapped him on the back, just like the first time. Peter breathed a sigh of relief — he really didn’t want to go back. He looked at his mom, who smiled and nodded at him.That night the Kilitoki threw another welcoming party for their guests, only this time Peter was the one wresting Tooki as Pompo, Karo and Kuru cheered them on.- Chapter 8 -“I don’t know guys. I don’t see any boar,” stammered Kuru.”That’s because you’re blind and stupid. Keep your guard up. I know I heard it,” barked Tooki.The five of them were spread out in a small area. They positioned themselves with their backs to each other — that way the boar couldn’t come from behind. They were all armed with metal tipped spears that they were able to get from Tomo. After a few more minutes of listening Tooki turned around.”Damn it all to hell!” he cursed loudly. It made Peter smile — his friends were learning so much from him.”I know I heard it,” said Tooki.”We didn’t see any s**t,” Pompo reasoned.”What’s better, seeing turds or hearing the a****l roar?” snapped back Tooki.”Relax. It could have been Karo’s ass,” said Pompo trying to put his friend in a better mood.On cue, Karo let out a loud fart. “Is that what you heard?” he asked.Karo and Pompo began chuckling.”We can try it again tomorrow,” offered Peter.”No, we better take a few days off,” gave in Tooki. “There hasn’t been a sighting in a while. We’ll wait for Tomo to let us know if he hears anything.”The boys returned back to the fort empty handed once again. This has been their third outing looking for a boar and each time their efforts were futile.”Hey guys, since we are still wearing our skirts, what say we go watch the women?” asked Karo.”That’s a great idea, my friend,” said Pompo. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Tooki’s sisters’ magnificent breasts.””Breasts,” said Tooki dreamily. “If only it was our custom to lay with our sisters when we became men.””I would love to take Cili from behind,” said Peter. “And watch her tits swing back and forth.””Huh! I was thinking the same thing about your mother,” commented Tooki. “I would love to feel those creamy, white breasts in my hands.””Pipe down Tooki,” said Pompo half-heartily. “You’ll embarrass Peter again.”Peter hung his head in shame theatrically.”I keep forgetting that it’s not normal for white people to fuck their mothers,” said Tooki. “I really don’t see what the big deal it is to your people.””Maybe one day you’ll understand when you are out in the modern world,” advised Pompo.It was getting close to dusk and the women would be out for their nightly wash. They made their way to the old hiding spot by the river. The light was beginning to fade and they couldn’t see as well as before. However, they still got a good fill of breasts and hairy muffs. Peter was more reserved about looking at his mom. Granted she was standing further away then other women. Instead, Tooki’s sisters provided a good show, happily washing their awesome breasts.When the boys returned to the fort they all masturbated together describing to each other the naked women they saw.”Peter, your snake is thin like a stick,” joked Tooki after they were done masturbating.”You’re the one to talk, Tooki,” said Pompo. “Peter’s cock is the longest one of us all, while yours is the shortest.””But look how skinny it is,” Tooki continued. Teasing was his favorite past time activity. Peter learned to ignore such comments and he only waved a hand at Tooki, not giving him any satisfaction.***When Peter returned to the hut, his mom was already back. She had a dinner bowl ready for him.”Mom?” asked Peter as he was eating. “Am I too skinny?”Zoe looked over at her son and frowned. “You’re skinny,” she agreed with a smile, “but not too skinny. Why do you ask?””No reason,” replied Peter shrugging.Zoe could tell something was bothering him. “You have my genetics,” she tried to put his mind at easy. “It’s our body type.We stay thin. It’s much better than being fat. And look at you, you have muscles now.”Peter nodded his head thoughtfully.The next day Peter joined Tooki, Karo and Kuru as they picked the daily fruit.”Where’s Pompo?” Peter asked.”He said something about helping his brother build a new hut,” answered Tooki. “Now that Tomo has found a wife, he’ll need to start his own family.”A few minutes later the boys heard somebody making their way through the jungle. Pompo emerged, breathing heavily.”Warriors!” he said loudly. “Today we kill a boar!”Tooki looked at Pompo expectantly.”Tomo has told me that he heard of a boar spotting not far from the village. Let’s go!” Pompo motioned disappearing back into the jungle. There was only one place he was headed.Once back at the fort, the boys donned their grass skirts and armed themselves with real spears.”Further down the river a boar was spotted digging up the roots,” explained Pompo when everyone was armed. “Today we hunt!”Screaming loudly, they ran for the location that Pompo described. Arriving near the location, the boys assumed their hunting formation and began to spread out. Peter was still uncomfortable with the idea of facing a wild boar. However, he agreed that he would help his friends and he didn’t want to disappoint them.”That looks like a boar turd!” declared Tooki, poking his spear at a brown chunk of poop. The other boys broke the formation and came to look at Tooki’s finding.”I don’t know. It looks like one of mine,” said Karo, screwing up his nose.Suddenly, there came a grunting noise from behind them. They turned around and saw a large, furry b**st regarding them through its small eyes, not ten yards from them. Everyone froze. The realization of looking at a real, wild boar washed over them.The boar’s muzzle and tusks were covered in dirt. It kept sorting and twitching its head.Suddenly, without a warning, the boar charged towards the boys.”Run!” someone screamed and the boys s**ttered.Peter tried to run one way, but he saw the b**st cutting off his route. He rushed the other way, but the boar seemed to have his eye on him. The monster was charging straight at him, making loud screeching sounds. Panicking, Peter clutched the spear in his hand and braced for impact. With a last effort of desperation, he thrust his spear towards the boar, shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth. He gripped the spear so tight that he didn’t release it until it was too late. Peter was brutally jerked to the side as he fell into a bush with a loud yelp.Peter laid on his back, tangled in some vines. His shoulder felt like it was torn out of its socket and he couldn’t move. He felt hands seize him and lift him up. Peter saw Pompo’s face grinning stupidly at him as he rubbed his shoulder.”You did it! You did it, Peter!” Pompo screamed.Peter took a second to think about what it was that he did. He looked around and saw a lump of fuzzy flesh laying next to a tree, his spear sticking out of it. He saw Tooki carefully approach the slain b**st.”You got the bastard in the eye!” said Tooki. “Nice shot!”Peter moved his shoulder and found it to be okay, though it still ached.”Damn straight you got him in the eye! That’s the best way to take the boar down!” hooted Pompo running over to the boar’s corpse.”Way to go Peter!” exclaimed Karo.”My shoulder hurts,” said Peter.”You’ll be fine. You’ll be a Kilitoki man now!”Everyone seemed to be excited, except Peter. He didn’t want to kill a boar. He only had a mind to help one of his friends kill it.”Who would have known you would be the first one of us,” said Pompo poking at the boar’s corpse. “I can’t wait to tell everyone!”Using vines and large leaves, they constructed a sled to pull the boar back to the village.”I killed a boar,” Peter thought as they dragged the sled. His thoughts turned to the the memory of Tomo’s Mahnhood Rite that he watched from the shadows. He wondered what would happen now. “I’m not going to have the ceremony. I’m not one of the Kilitoki.”Peter had always assumed that one of his friends would kill the boar. He only wanted to be a part of the activity. It wouldn’t be fair for him to become a man under the Kilitoki tradition before his friends. He knew how much it meant to them, and he felt guilty that he killed the boar first.As Peter brooded over his thoughts, he could hear his friends talk amongst themselves.”Peter is very lucky to have a beautiful mother like his,” said Karo.”He is going to have the best Manhood Rite ever!” added Kuru.”I can picture it now. His mother naked, riding that skinny snake of his,” bantered Tooki.”Stop saying stuff like this!” chided Pompo looking back at Peter, but Peter pretended not to hear.Lowering his voice, Pompo added: “There is no way they are keeping us from attending Peter’s ceremony! We are his friends, we helped him kill the boar. We get to be his ceremonial assistants.”Pompo looked over at Tooki and they both nodded.Peter’s friends were expecting, and looking forward to, his ceremony. He wondered how upset they would be if he refused. “Sorry, guys. This ceremony is not for me,” imagined Peter in his mind. “I’m sure we can kill another boar for one of you soon.”Peter calculated that they would be upset. Maybe they would even think less of him; stop inviting him on Grass Warrior missions. Peter’s heart sank. “I suppose I could just go through with it,” he mused. “I’d love to see the look on mom’s face when she finds out.”Peter remembered the way his naked mother looked when she bathed in the river. There was no doubt in him that he liked it. But it was one thing to peek at your mom and a completely different thing to participate with her in a bizarre tribal tradition.The boar was dragged into the center of the village and small crowd was gathering. Peter’s friends were chanting loudly that Peter had slain a boar. Tribal men were coming up to him and clasping him by the shoulders. It felt good being the center of everyone’s attention and he began feeling like a real hero. He wondered what his mother’s reaction would be when she heard the news. Would she even realize what this meant?***Koko’loko and Zoe were walking along the river’s shore. They were discussing how the tribe could make the most of the meat brought in during the hunting season. It seemed the best solution was to salt the meat, since that would make it last the longest.”Koko’loko!” Zoe heard someone call out. They spun around to find the Great Mother emerging from the jungle. She motioned to her husband.”I’ll wait here,” said Zoe as she turned to watch the river. She could hear the two natives talking quietly, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a while, the chief returned.He looked at Zoe curiously and said: “Zoe, Great Mother brings news from the village.””Good news?””The news is good, but…” He paused.”But what?””Your son killed a boar,” replied the chief. He let his worlds linger.”Peter? Peter couldn’t kill a boar,” scoffed Zoe. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She frowned and stared at the flowing water of the river.The chief smiled and patted Zoe on the shoulder. “Peter has changed a lot since you first came here. He is not the little boy anymore. It seems that he is finally ready to become a real man. Only his Rite separates him from that goal.”Zoe looked over at the chief, a bewildered look on her face. “You don’t expect to hold that ceremony for Peter, do you?” she asked a little too bluntly.”I don’t expect anything,” replied the chief calmly. “However, your son may have other expectations.” The chief continued after a pause: “You chose to stay another year with us. You and your son have become a part of the Kilitoki tribe. Your son has good friends, and there are many here that consider you their dear friend. Our traditions are very important to us. Without them, we lose our culture, our history.””What are you saying?” Zoe was extremely confused. For some reason, her chest felt like it was being squeezed and it was difficult to breathe.”All I’m saying is that you know your son better than anyone. You’ll know what to do.” With that Koko’loko turned slowly and hobbled into the jungle, leaving Zoe alone on the bank of the river.Back at the village the atmosphere was cheery, mostly because Peter’s friends were stirring up other tribesmen. They got one of the older men to cut the boar’s head off and set it on a stick in the middle of the village. They stood around the head and proclaimed Peter’s glory. “Peter killed a boar! Peter is a man!” they chanted.”Listen guys,” said Tooki amidst the shouts. “I can talk my mom into giving us some strong juice and we can take it to the fort to celebrate.””Yes!” agreed Pompo. “We should celebrate.””I’ll be back,” said Tooki and ran off towards his hut. He returned shortly holding a clay liquid container in his hand. The boys cheered and ran off towards their fort, leaving the boar under the care of other tribesmen.Up in the tree fort the boys sat in a circle, passing around the juice.”I still can’t believe it, Peter. How did you do it?” asked Pompo, taking a sip from the container.”Well…” began Peter. “The boar was heading straight at me. I caught his eye for a brief moment, and knew that he was after me. It was just me and the boar, eye to eye, and I swear he said to me ‘Make your move.'” Peter let his imagination run wild. “I didn’t have much time to think. So I decided the boar would die for such insolence. That’s when I thrust my spear right in his eye. The same eye, he looked at me with.””Amazing!” said Karo and Kuru at the same time, both clutching at the container.”I have to hand it to you, Peter. I about soiled my skirt when I saw that boar charge.” Pompo shook his head. “You’re braver than all of us.””Thanks. I did what I had to.” Peter felt relaxed as he sipped from the container. The juice felt sweet and tangy on his tongue.”So Peter,” asked Tooki cocking his head. “Have you thought about how you are going to impale your mother on that stick of yours?””We can’t wait to watch your Manhood Rite!” exclaimed Karo.Peter didn’t reply, nor did he meet his friends’ eyes.”Peter,” began Pompo softly, “have you thought what you’re going to do about that yet?”Peter briefly shook his head and took another pull from the clay container.”I’ll tell you what he’s going to,” said Tooki. “He’s going to stick his meat deep inside his mother and let her go White Ape on him.”Karo burst out laughing. An uncontrollable, drunken laugh.”Peter, you are turning red,” noticed Pompo. “Do you want me to shut them up?””It’s fine,” replied Peter, letting out a sigh. “It’s not like I want to let you guys down. It’s just… you don’t know my mom.””I know her enough,” declared Tooki. “I’ve seen her naked.”Karo was still laughing, and now was holding his stomach.”You don’t understand. Even if I agree to pass the Manhood Rite, she never will!” Peter explained, raising his voice above Karo’s laughter.”I wouldn’t worry,” Tooki waved an easy hand. “You are staying with us for another year. Your mother knows our traditions are sacred, and she wouldn’t want to seem disrespectful towards them. She hangs on every word Koko’loko says. You don’t become a Kilitoki man until you’ve gone through your Manhood Rite. You’ve killed a boar, you must have your Rite. Everyone knows this, and so does your mother. How can she not go through with it?””You just don’t understand,” repeated Peter, hanging his head.Pompo put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “He’s right, Peter. You shouldn’t worry. I’m sure Koko’loko and the Great Mother will talk your mom into it.”It was getting late, and the boys decided to head back to the village.”You can stay in my hut tonight,” said Tooki as they walked back.”I think it’s better he stay with me,” contested Pompo. “There’s more room now that Tomo left.””Why wouldn’t I just stay in my own hut?” asked Peter in confusion.”It’s the tradition,” explained Karo. “You cannot see your mother until your ceremony.””You can sleep on Tomo’s old pad for now,” finalized Pompo.Peter was feeling the effect of the strong juice and he had trouble thinking clearly. When they reached the village, he followed Pompo. The hut was dark and quiet, and they fell asleep minutes after laying down.***Zoe walked along the river bank, troubled by her thoughts. She even missed the nightly bath, and returned to the village late at night. Koko’loko and the Great Mother were sitting next to a fire. Zoe approached them and sat down on the bare ground.”Have you made your decision, my c***d?” the Mother of the Tribe asked her. Zoe looked at her without answering.”It’s hard for you, I know. But let me ask you, as a mother, is Peter not the most important thing in your life?””Yes,” replied Zoe.”Do you love him?””With all my heart.””Do you want to see him happy?””More than anything.””Then what is the best way to make him happy, if not to help him pass through the most important stage in his life? That is what the Manhood Rite is all about. It’s about the mother leading her son along the path of life, onto the next stage.”Zoe stared into a fire for a moment. “Never in my life did I image that I would be faced with such a decision,” she said quietly.”Think about it this way,” began Great Mother, trying to put Zoe’s mind at ease. “Think of it as another lesson to teach him. Use your love for him as an empowering feeling. You are his mother and it is your responsibility to make sure he knows how to please a woman. This will be a lesson he’ll remember for the rest of his life. I know this might be frowned upon out in the modern world, but you’re not in modern world. You are amongst the Kilitoki — nobody here will condemn you for this.”Zoe contemplated on those words. They carried a lot of ancient wisdom. The mother was responsible for raising her c***d and teaching him all of the important survival skills. Out here, being good in bed was a survival skill, a continuity of the family genes. This really wasn’t i****t, it wasn’t lust, it was love for one’s c***d and duty as a mother. But how could she come to terms with this? Could she really try and use her love for Peter as an empowering feeling? A feeling that would turn sex with him into something normal and not strange. Could she really be a good mother and, at the same time, have sex with her son? Would she enjoy it or would it feel incredibly uncomfortable? Would she feel really awkward afterwards? Would this ruin her relationship with her son? A thousand unanswered question were swirling in her mind. Even if she had all the time in the world, Zoe didn’t think she could answer them.Zoe recollected the first time she witnessed the Manhood Rite ceremony. She remembered Tomo’s mother, naked and hairless between her legs, having lustful sex with her oldest son. “Is that how I would look?” wondered Zoe. She recalled the way Tomo’s penis glistened with his mother’s juices. “Is that how Peter’s penis would look?”Zoe shuddered. Peter’s penis — she hasn’t seen it since he was six, or perhaps seven. Surely, it was still as small as it was back then. Or has it grown? How much? Zoe frowned at these strange thoughts in her mind.”It is an important ceremony,” Zoe heard Great Mother say.”It is an important ceremony for Peter,” echoed Zoe.Each day Peter seemed to belong to this tribe more and more. He was practically inseparable from his friends. His friends would expect him to have a Manhood Rite ceremony. This ceremony was a necessary rite of passage for them. They would be proud of Peter, perhaps even envious that he killed the boar before them. Zoe knew that Peter would not forgive her for making him look less in the eyes of Pompo, Tooki, Karo and Kuru. But what would Peter think about having sex with his mother?”What about Peter?” asked Zoe. “Is he okay with this?””He may be battling his own demons, but we are what our surroundings make us. Peter is very accepting of our traditions,” said Great Mother.Koko’loko spoke for the first time: “He is a growing young lad and you are a beautiful woman. I can attest that he’s looking forward to his Manhood Rite like any other Kilitoki would.”Zoe blushed at hearing the chief say those words. “Well, if Peter is okay with it…” she paused.Nodding, the chief said: “We will hold the ceremony the day after tomorrow.”- Chapter 9 -Peter’s head was ringing when he woke up the next morning. He sat up and rubbed his temples. He couldn’t remember where he was — this did not look like his hut. He tried to remember last night, but his head hurt too bad.”Good morning!” Peter looked up to see Pompo’s mother standing in the room.”Hello,” he said, frowning at the way her voice made his head feel. He heard a groan in the corner of the room and saw his friend roll out from under the covers. Pompo looked terrible.”Drink. You’ll feel better,” said Pompo’s mom handing each of them a small wooden cup. The liquid looked dark and smelled earthy. Peter didn’t think twice about it, downing the contents in one gulp. He laid back down — at least now he remembered where he was.Peter watched Pompo’s mom prepare food in one corner of the hut. She was a skinny woman with sagging breasts, but she did have nice legs. He couldn’t help but remember watching her having sex with Tomo. Peter didn’t have the best view that night, but he could clearly remember the way she moaned and cried out while riding her son to orgasm. Peter watched as her cloth skirt rode up high when she bent over to scoop something out of a bin. As he watched her exposed, dark, strong legs, he felt a tingle between his legs.”I’m never drinking that devil’s drink again,” groaned Pompo after throwing his empty wooden cup next to his bed. That was enough to bring Peter back to his headache.”You’re right. Tooki is a devil,” agreed Peter.The boys laid on their pads a while longer, taking turns groaning and cursing their friend.”Guys! Wake up! You’re sleeping the day away!” It was Tooki’s voice.”Go away, devil!” screamed Pompo.”How are you not in pain like us?” asked Peter when Tooki entered the hut.Tooki shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel fine. I’ve got news!””What news?” demanded Pompo. “Give it and get out.”Tooki ignored Pompo and turned to Peter. “I’ve heard the chief talk. He said that the ceremony is to happen tomorrow. I told you your mom would agree to it!””What? You’re crazy,” said Peter. “You’re probably still drunk.””I’m completely serious. I bring good news and this is how you treat me?” Tooki looked hurt as he dodged a flying cup from Pompo’s corner.”Thanks for the news,” said Pompo. “Now let us lay in peace.””Fine, you lazy slobs. I’ve got preparations to take care of.” Tooki used his bare foot to flick the wooden cup back at Pompo. It must have struck home, because Pompo grunted.Close to an hour went by and Peter felt better. He got up from the pad and walked over to look at his friend, who looked to be asleep.”What if Tooki spoke the truth?” asked Pompo, his eyes still closed.”I really doubt my mom would agree,” replied Peter scratching his chest where a few hairs were sprouting.”And what if she did?” pressed on Pompo. He opened his eyes and looked at Peter.Peter shrugged.”In that case, let’s go see what the word is around the village,” announced Pompo getting up.***The life in the village seemed to be running its normal course. Most of the people were out doing their daily work, or taking a meal under the canopy. By the looks of it, it was already past midday.”Half a day’s wasted,” thought Peter. He saw the head of the boar that he’d slain the day before. The carcass was missing, probably being gutted and cut into manageable slices. It was customary to serve the meat during the Manhood Rite ceremony, the one Peter wasn’t sure would happen. Tooki and the two brothers were nowhere to be seen.”Well, should we go get some fruit?” asked Peter turning to Pompo. “We’re already behind schedule.””Oh no, friend. You enjoy yourself as much as you can, because once you pass the Rite, they’ll stick you with a harder job.””Really? So there really is a negative side to becoming a Kilitoki man, eh?””Most certainly. But relax. Knowing Koko’loko, he’ll probably make you in charge of all the fruit gatherers. You’ll still be able to pick it yourself, if you wish, as long as you make sure the daily quota is reached,” replied Pompo rubbing his temples. “I’m sure the others have gathered enough fruit for us. I’m in no shape to work today, let’s just go lounge around in the fort.” With that Pompo and Peter disappeared into the jungle. When they arrived at the fort, they were surprised to see chief Koko’loko sitting under it, next to the tree.”Ah, there he is. The big boar slayer,” said Koko’loko.”Hello chief,” greeted Peter.”I didn’t get to congratulate you last night, as you seemed to have disappeared somewhere. Anyway, congratulations Peter.””Thank you, chief.””How does it feel?””Feels good, I guess.””Good. And are you looking forward to your Manhood Rite?””Of course he is,” answered Pompo for Peter. “What a silly question to ask, oh wise one.””I don’t remember asking you a thing, son. But indeed, I sense your friend is quite excited for the ceremony. Good. Tomorrow after dark the ceremony will happen.””What about my mom?” Peter frowned.”You leave that to me,” answered Koko’loko getting up.”Uh, chief?” asked Pompo, interrupting whatever Peter was about to say.”Yes?””Me and the guys were planning on being Peter’s ceremonial retinue. Someone will need to help him get ready and to tie him down.””Oh, you were planning?” The chief smiled. “You know that you’re not allowed to attend until you kill a boar yourself.””Yes, but we were there when he killed the boar. You could say that we helped him.””You make a good point,” said the chief scratching his chin. “I see a lot of wisdom in you, Pompo. Perhaps one day you’ll lead our people into the future.””Does that mean we can attend?” asked Pompo expectantly.”I suppose I have no other choice. If we lock you in the huts, you’ll just sneak out again, now won’t you?” replied Koko’loko walking off into the jungle.”Did you hear that?” Pompo practically screamed. “He agreed! Oh, I can’t wait to tell the others. Finally! No hiding in the shadows to watch. Peter you should cheer up. Sounds like your mother really did agree to do this. You did your part. The hardest part. You killed a boar! Now all you have to do is relax and enjoy what’s coming to you.”Peter nodded, wondering how the chief knew about them sneaking out to watch the ceremonies.”I mean, I tried to understand you Peter. I really did,” continued Pompo, talking with rising excitement. “But your mother is just so pretty. You’ll enjoy this, I promise you. Look at my mother, she’s not much to look at, but Tomo told me that being with her was the best pleasure ever. He said it was even better than with his new wife. Come on, we have to keep you out of sight until your ceremony.” Pompo began to climb into the fort.As Peter and Pompo relaxed in the fort and nursed their hangovers, Tooki appeared out of nowhere. “Oh, look at you two lazy monkeys. I’ve been running around all day, while you’ve been lounging around,” he said. “Running around where?” asked Pompo.”Well, I gathered enough fruit for all of us, and I also gathered something else.””What else did you gather?” inquired Pompo, eyeing his friend suspiciously.”I heard my sisters talk about this root that if you eat it, it makes you last longer.””A root? Last longer? What?” asked Peter.”You know? Last longer during sex. Umani told me that some men can’t last very long and they take the root to help them with that problem. I figured, since this will be Peter’s first time, he should take some.””Well? Did you find it? Where is it?” asked Pompo jumping to his feet.”It’s at my hut. I gave it to Umani to grind it down into powder. She thought it was silly, but agreed to help.””Good work! But I have better news,” said Pompo. “Koko’loko agreed to let us participate in the ceremony.””No way!” exclaimed Tooki. “This is great! I figured they wouldn’t let us. Now we are officially the honored retinue.””Where are the others?” asked Peter getting up from the floor.”I sent them to take the fruit to the village. Peter, are you as excited as me?” said Tooki.”Almost,” answered Peter in a flat tone.”Ah, to hell with you, Peter. If you won’t enjoy this, I’ll enjoy it for the both of us,” said Tooki. “What do you say we do a mission? It’ll be dusk soon.””I don’t think I’m up for it today,” replied Peter.”Let’s wait till tomorrow,” agreed Pompo. “This ceremony will be something we’ll remember for a long while. Plus I’ve got a headache like you wouldn’t believe.”***Zoe woke early, as usual. It was strange that Peter was not sleeping next to her, but she was told it was the tradition. She quickly recalled the night in front of the fire, when she had the conversation with the chief and his wife. Today was the day of the ceremony.”Did I really give my consent to that?” she thought as she nervously put on her shorts. She tried not to think about what would happen tonight, but the constant flow of questions invaded her mind. To keep her mind off of things, she walked out of the hut and followed Cili and Umani to the river. The girls were as cheerful as always, but they gave Zoe funny looks and secretive smiles.When Zoe undressed and walked into the river to wash, she was joined by the Great Mother. Great Mother naked was not a pleasant sight, as she did not age gracefully. But then again, Zoe couldn’t even guess how old the woman really was.”Good morning Zoe. How are you feeling?” started Great Mother casually.”I’m quite good. Thank you.””Good, good. Zoe, there are some preparations we must do before the ceremony tonight. You do remember about it?””How could I forget,” sighed Zoe. “What did Peter say? Did he agree?””Oh, he agreed, alright. He’s as young and as eager as a lion during the mating season.””What does that mean?” thought Zoe, but out loud she said: “What sort of preparations are you talking about?””At midday, come to my hut. We will get you ready for the ceremony and I will instruct you about the traditional ways.””Traditional ways?””You’ll see. Now enjoy your morning bath and remember, midday.” Great Mother looked Zoe over as if estimating her worth, then nodded and walked away.When the Great Mother left, Cili and Umani approached Zoe giggling.”So what did the old hag want?” asked Cili.”She was just asking… well, talking… about… the ceremony.” Zoe fumbled with words.”You’re so funny when you stutter,” laughed Umani. “Are you excited for the ceremony?””Excited!? I’m lost for words.””Oh come on, Zoe. Every mother looks forward to their son’s Manhood Rite. It’s a great honor and a means for some pleasure. You’ll have to teach Peter proper ways, of course.” Both Cili and Umani nodded in unison.”And what would you two know about that kind of pleasure?””Not much. Not much yet,” smiled Umani, “but by the time we have c***dren, we’ll be quite good at it.””I hope I have two boys,” said her sister. “That way I get to teach them both. Hopefully they take their time to find a wife.” The two sisters began giggling again.”Why would it matter how long they take to find a wife?” asked Zoe staring at Cili’s huge tits.”The longer they take, they longer you get to lay with them.””Oh, you two are so bad.””Say Zoe, how long do you think it will be before Peter finds a wife? Would he even take a wife amongst us?” asked Umani.”I don’t know. It’s up to him, I guess.””And if he doesn’t you’ll get to pleasure him until he does,” giggled Cili.”I’m not pleasuring… it’s only for the ceremony. Oh, will you stop giggling!?” Zoe became flustered and fell silent.”We’ll be dancing during the ceremony tonight,” said Umani after a moment.”If we dance good, the spirits will be pleased and make Peter a good warrior,” added Cili. “Will you accept the c***d if it comes during the Rite?””c***d? Heavens no! Why must you two make it harder for me than it already is?” asked Zoe.”We just enjoy seeing you blush like a little girl,” replied Cili.”You do know Peter must erupt inside of you?” asked Umani with all seriousness. “That is the tradition.””I haven’t gotten around to that one yet,” replied Zoe, rolling her eyes.”Don’t worry Zoe,” said Umani. “You can take a drink that won’t allow you to become with a c***d. My sister is quite silly and she fancies her son’s son, the one she will bear, will unite all of the tribes or something like that.””Good for you Cili,” smiled Zoe sourly. “But I’ll be needing that drink, and lots of it.””Lots of it? Is it because you’re planning on having a lot of sex with Peter? I fancy, he’ll take you twice or three times a day,” said Cili washing herself between the legs.”I don’t know why I’m having this conversation with you. In fact, I’m all washed up. I’ll see you girls later.” Zoe wrung her hair out and walked to the bank to get dressed.Despite the nature of the conversation, the laughter of the girls put Zoe in a better mood. She held her morning English class and then taught a few tribal women about stitching up deep wounds. She was so busy with her work that she almost forgot about the ceremony. In fact, she was so absorbed that she was startled when the Great Mother tapped her on the shoulder.”Zoe, it’s already past midday. I’ll see you in my hut.” The Great Mother smiled wolfishly and headed out towards the hut.Zoe ran her hands through her hair, which was damp with sweat. She looked as the Great Mother entered her hut and then turned back to give some last minute instructions to two tribal women. A few moments later Zoe stepped inside Great Mother’s hut. This hut was the largest in the village and could easily sleep ten to fifteen people. However, now it was crowded with women stirring the fire, bringing in bowls of water and cooking food.”Zoe, tonight is your son’s big night,” said the Mother of the Tribe as she approached. “We must get you ready for the ceremony. These women are all here to serve you. You must be prepared properly before the dusk.”Puzzled, Zoe looked around the hut.”First, I must ask you, do you wish to bear your son’s c***d, if spirits were so kind?” asked Great Mother.”No. I do not,” replied Zoe, fixing her gaze on the old woman.”Very well!” Great Mother snorted. “We shall give you the Juice of Infertility. I’ll have someone prepare it. Next, we will wash you and oil you, and we’ll have to take care of that forest between your legs.”Zoe blushed, thinking of her pubic hair. She never shaved it in her life, but she did usually keep it trimmed. Now that she’s lived in the tribe for a year, her bush was quite full.”Do you need any pointers on the ways of sexual pleasure?” Great Mother was habitually blunt.”Pointers? On pleasure? No. Of course not.””Very well. I must tell you that in order to complete the ceremony, you must make Peter finish. Inside of you.” Great Mother put emphasis on her last sentence. “My offer stands.””I’m quite sure I don’t need any pointers,” said Zoe, feeling silly.”Fine. You’ve witnessed a few ceremonies. You know how they go. You’ll exit the hut surrounded by women, you’ll wear a mask until you climb the platform. You’ll mount your son and milk him until he’s done. Then you’ll return to the hut and await your son, for your night together.””Thank you, Great Mother. I think I got that much.” Zoe’s sarcastic tone was wasted on the tribal Mother.”Good. Now undress, lay on the furs and relax. We’ll remove the hair between your legs and then oil your body.”Zoe felt ridiculous laying naked on the furs. The skin of her breasts and crotch were several shades whiter than the rest of her. Naturally, she never tanned a lot, but being out in the sun this much gave her skin a healthy yellowish color. As she lay, she was offered food and fermented juice. She felt like a tribal queen, as she watched the women serve on her.”And to think, all this just so I can have sex with Peter,” Zoe thought. The juice wasn’t strong, but it did seem to loosen her mind a bit. She began feeling like some young vixen, laying naked, thinking about a man she was about to seduce. She didn’t quite realize when she’d made peace with what she would do tonight, but her doubts have seemed to be gone. In fact, Zoe was somewhat curious what Peter’s penis would look and feel like. Not that she was looking for satisfaction, but her curiosity was building.Zoe didn’t know how much time has passed — hour, two hours, maybe more. She was nibbling on a slice of kiwi, when Great Mother approached her with another old woman.”The herbs are ready,” said the Great Mother. “We will start between your legs.”Zoe was laying down, propped up slightly on her elbow. She looked down at her crotch and smiled.”Please lay on your back and spread your legs,” ordered the Great Mother.Zoe obeyed. The other old woman knelt down between Zoe’s legs and with careful movements began applying some sort of herb paste onto Zoe’s pubic hair.”What is that?” asked Zoe.”It’s a special mixture of herbs that will remove the hair,” explained the Great Mother. “It will burn a little bit, but don’t worry, we’ll remove it soon.”Zoe watched until everything between her legs was covered in a paste that looked like mud. It probably was mud, it certainly smelled like it. Soon, Zoe felt the tingling. It didn’t burn, as much as it irritated the skin. She lay there, legs spread, feeling as if she was at the doctor’s office. A few minutes later, Great Mother gave a nod and the old woman began washing off the paste with a cloth. Zoe was surprised to see how easily the hair came away from her skin.”Perhaps going hairless between the legs is not such a modern thing,” Zoe thought to herself and then she asked out loud: güvenilir bahis “Why do your people do this?””We do this for females before they give birth in order to remove any obstacles when the c***d comes. We think it only proper that the son must take his mother the same way he came out.””But I don’t think I was shaved when I gave birth to Peter,” mused Zoe.”It’s just a tradition. Everyone does this,” snapped back Great Mother.Zoe wondered if the Great Mother was always so serious.As the woman finished cleaning the paste off of Zoe, a few other women approached with bowls. They began to apply oily liquid to Zoe’s skin. It felt good to have so many hands touching her, rubbing her, applying warm, pleasant oils to her body. The oils smelled fruity and made her skin feel really smooth. Not an inch of her skin seemed to escape, she was even oiled between her legs. When the women were done, Zoe felt sleepy.”It is almost time,” announced the Great Mother as she came to stand by Zoe. She held a wooden cup in her hand and extended it to Zoe. “The Juice of Infertility.”Zoe took the cup and sniffed at it. Her sharp sense of smell picked up something spicy — it almost smelled like some kind of medicine. She couldn’t tell the color of the liquid, so without further inspection she tilted her head and swallowed the juice. Her tongue and throat burned, but not like from alcohol, a different burn, but not unpleasant. She watched as a few women began donning their ceremonial clothing and then the Great Mother handed her the mask.- Chapter 10 -“Guys, come on! We’ll be late!” hollered Tooki as he ran through the jungle. He came a bit too late to get Pompo and Peter from the fort. He could hear his friends running behind him through the jungle, but they were falling back. It was almost dusk and they still had things to do. Tooki popped out of the jungle next to his hut and stood there breathing heavily. Soon, Peter and Pompo emerged next to him.”It’s almost dark! Why didn’t you come get us earlier?” asked Pompo, too tired to sound angry.”I’m sorry, I got caught up. Hurry, Peter! Into the hut.”The boys entered Tooki’s hut one by one. Umani was the only one inside, fixing something on the table. She turned as the boys entered. “It’s ready,” she said. “Take some of it with water, the sooner the better.” She smiled and left the hut.”Okay,” said Tooki as he scooped the brownish powder from the table into his hand. “Open your mouth Peter and swallow this.” He walked over to Peter and shoved the powder into his mouth.Peter tried to swallow, but his mouth became too dry. Tooki used a cup to scoop up some water from a large bowl on the table and handed it to Peter. Peter almost gagged on the powder, but the water helped him swallow all of it.”Didn’t she say to take only some?” asked Pompo.”I don’t even know if this stuff works,” answer Tooki. “Help me with this rope.””That’s a lot of rope,” noted Pompo. “We only need enough to tie his hands and feet.””Well, I didn’t want to risk it and not get enough. Hurry, it’s time. Peter take off all of your clothes.”Peter slowly fumbled with his shorts when Karo and Kuru ran into the hut.”Everything is ready,” announced Karo. “They are waiting on us. The pedestal is set and we put some furs on it for Peter.””Thanks guys,” said Peter, sliding his shorts down.”Already getting hard, eh Peter?” noticed Tooki.Peter’s penis was slowly inching upwards. His inner turmoil of fear and excitement was keeping him from getting fully hard.Suddenly, Peter got cold feet. He sat down on the floor and rubbed his face with his hands.”Come on, Peter!” urged Tooki heading for the door. “We have to go.”Pompo laid a hand on Tooki’s shoulder, stooping him in the door way. They turned to look at Peter.”Well,” Peter let out. “This… this is it. I guess… it’s time for me to become a Kilitoki man.” Peter wanted to say something else, but no words came to him. Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage he pushed himself up from the floor. Looking at each one of his friends he said: “You guys owe me for this.”Zoe stood, surrounded by masked women. She was also wearing a mask and she couldn’t see very well out of it. It was difficult to breath though the nose, thus Zoe breathed through her mouth. She could smell the spice of the infertility juice on her breath. “They aren’t ready yet,” came Great Mother’s voice from somewhere in the hut. “We must wait.”As Zoe stood and waited she realized how exposed she really was. Nothing but a mask covered her entire body. Her skin felt soft and warm, but she felt strange between her legs — naked as a babe. A sudden bout of the nerves began creeping its way into Zoe’s mind. She trembled slightly and her sight became blurry.”Oh my god! I’m about to have sex with my son,” she thought in panic. “What am I doing? I should have been firm with these people and politely refused their ceremony.”Zoe folded her arms, covering her breasts and felt goosebumps on her skin. She turned her head in panic, as if looking for a way out. What could she do now? It was too late. She allowed it to proceed this far. Now there was no turning back. She tried to calm herself and took a few deep breaths, yet the feeling of nervousness didn’t leave her. Was it because she hadn’t had sex in so long? Nonsense. She was about to indulge into the most forbidden of acts. A sudden loud sound of the horn, almost made her jump.”Okay. Let’s go,” said the Great Mother and the women began walking out of the hut.Zoe was prodded forward and she began slowly making her way forward. She felt like she was blindfolded and led to some punishment. She could see nothing but the women around her, but she could hear the beat of the drum and the chanting of the dancers. As she stepped, she could feel dampness between her legs. Was it the oil, or was it the Juice of Infertility that was making her wet? Zoe knew that when she got wet, she really got wet — sopping, dripping wet. She was hoping it was just the oil, as she felt her vaginal lips slide alongside of each other as she walked. Zoe stepped on something sharp, maybe a rock, and winced in pain.”Stupid mask,” she mumbled quietly and tried to adjust it on her face, but it didn’t help much.Suddenly the procession stopped. Zoe could feel the warmth of the fire now on her skin and her escorts began to chant and dance. She felt, more than saw, the women that were surrounding her part and back away.Zoe froze. Through the tiny eye slits of the mask she saw that she stood in front of the platform to which Peter was tied to. She saw his face in one eye and his feet in the other. He was laying on his back, looking up into the night sky. His hands were over his head bound with rope and his legs were slightly parted, tied to the other end of the platform. She felt someone nudge her forward and she came out of her stupor.”Here it goes,” she breathed out. She brought up her hands up and untied the mask, tossing it onto the ground. She looked and saw that her son was naked. Her eyes were quickly drawn to his penis. It was semi stiff and it was laying against his stomach — long and smooth, foreskin slightly pulled back off the tip. Dark hair was crowning the bottom of his shaft and his balls were bunched up at the base of it. This was not at all what Zoe was expecting and she was surprised by the length of his cock.Zoe just stood there starring, mouth slightly open. She felt another nudge from behind her and knew that it was time for her to do something. She sucked in a deep breath and stepped up on the platform. The drum was beating the same constant beat. Boom-boom. Her heart was pounding in rhythm with it. She looked at Peter and stepped over him with one leg. She was now positioned directly above him. As she stood, she felt a drip of moisture slide down her slightly protruding pussy lips. She looked down and saw a drop of moisture on Peter’s thigh. She bent down and put her shaky hands by his shoulders. Then she bent her knees and sat down on top of him. With a jolt, her pussy settled over the length of Peter’s cock. There was no denying it now, Zoe was wet. Her juices were now flowing and leaking onto her son’s cock. She remained in this position for a moment, too afraid to move.”I should say something,” she thought. She searched for words to say to her son in this moment.”Hi honey,” was all she could think of.Peter didn’t say anything but stared right into her eyes.”What a gentleman,” Zoe thought. “Doesn’t even look at my tits.” She guessed that Peter had probably seen a woman naked before. In fact, she knew he had. He had been spying on the women during their baths with his friend. He probably had even seen her naked before. Zoe suddenly wished she looked better for him — some makeup, or done something to her hair. As it was, her dark blond hair was oiled up and smoothed back, behind her ears.Zoe suddenly felt his cock begin to stiffen. The heat of their sexes pressed together was beginning to arouse her.”It’s okay, baby. Everything is alright. Mommy will take care of you,” whispered Zoe and Peter smiled at her.Zoe shifted, reaching between her legs and gripped Peter’s cock with one hand. She looked down and stroked it once, pulling his foreskin back. She saw Peter’s cockhead come all the way out, and she noticed his precum oozing out of the tip.”I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she thought as she raised her hips a little. She moved Peter’s cock towards her and positioned it next to her wet hole. She looked up at Peter and saw that he was watching as his cock was about to penetrate his mom’s pussy. His eyes twinkled in the firelight.”Here it goes,” said Zoe quietly and lowered herself onto Peter. With a gasp, she felt Peter’s cock slide all the way inside of her. She was sitting on top of Peter again, only this time his sword was buried inside of her up to its hilt. Wide-eyed, Zoe looked at Peter. His eyes were glued to where their private parts were making contact.Zoe never could imagine that it would feel this pleasant. It felt almost unusually good to have Peter be so deep inside of her. The way his cock filled her pussy canal seemed to be just right. She looked around and saw the painted dancers dance wildly around the fire.”Well the hard part is over,” thought Zoe. With that she began to grind herself slowly on top of Peter. She was afraid to lift up and let her son know how wet she was right now. A few moments later, Zoe felt her clitoris rub into Peter’s pelvis. She sped up her movements and ground her clitoris harder into him. She heard Peter moan and watched his eyes roll back into their sockets.”Good. He likes it,” fancied Zoe. She braced her hands on the platform and pushed herself up, raising her pussy up along Peter’s shaft. Without releasing his cock, Zoe slid her feet forward and got into a squatting position. She paused for a moment trying to find her balance and the most comfortable angle. She saw Peter open his eyes and look at the sight. He probably could see his dick half way inside of her glistening snatch. Quickly, Zoe lowered herself onto him again.By this point, Zoe didn’t feel any inhibitions. She lifted her ass up again, letting her pussy slide all the way up Peter’s length and then slammed her weight back down. Up and down she worked, each time raising just enough, so that only the tip of his cock remained entrapped by her lips. She smiled at how easily Peter’s cock slid all the way in and out of her.Everything was becoming blurry and indistinguishable as Zoe was slipping into a sexual trance. She felt so erotic, so ecstatic. Her movements felt so fluid, so graceful. She rode her son’s cock gently, like a ballerina, but at the same time fiercely, like a lioness. Each time Peter’s cock submerged deep into her she felt a wave of shivers run down her back. She got a little careless and let his cock slip out of her. With a wet plop, her pussy smacked against his stomach, smearing her juices all over.”Whoops! Sorry,” Zoe grinned. Breathing heavily, she reached down and found Peter’s slippery rod. She need it right back inside of her, but she became aware of the burning in her legs. She was tired and need to change her position. She laid her knees back down and bent over Peter — her white, milky boobs swaying inches from his face. Pointing his cock into her slit, she slid it back inside.Zoe was now aware of how tired she was. “How long have we been at it?” she wondered. She had lost all sense of time and space for a while there. Even though she didn’t want this to end, she wondered how much longer Peter could last.”Are you close?” she asked.”I… I don’t think so. Not yet.” Peter let out a long sigh.Smiling, Zoe began to work her pussy along his cock. As if in response to her rhythm, Peter began to meet her movements from below. He thrust his hips up every time Zoe pressed down. It seemed that the more Zoe slowed down, the more Peter picked up — humping her from the bottom. This was even better for her. She was getting fucked without any effort. She stopped moving and laid down on top of Peter, her soft breasts squishing against his neck and chin. Peter took the cue and began thrusting into her with extreme enthusiasm, his stomach slapping loudly against hers.Peter began fucking her extremely fast and Zoe head herself moaning. She had never experienced sex like this before. She never even thought that it could feel this good. Peter’s cock was flying in and out of her vagina so fast that it was setting her insides on fire — the pleasant kind of fire. It wasn’t long before she began to feel a “not so familiar” oncoming of orgasm. Her mouth was right next to Peter’s ear and she tugged on his hair playfully. Just a few more pumps and she would explode into an orgasm. Suddenly, she felt Peter brace against the platform and his thrusts became uneven, jerky.”Oh, no!” Zoe thought. She could feel Peter’s cock begin to shoot off inside of her. He gave a few more thrusts up and his body relaxed.Zoe found herself full of his seed, and just short of her orgasm. She lay on top of him, feeling his cock getting softer. She pushed herself up and looked at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy. She was aware of people cheering around her. Chief Koko’loko was saying something.”I guess that is it,” she whispered.Slowly, Zoe raised herself to her arms and feet. Peter’s penis slipped out of her, slick with semen. The smell of it seemed delicious and enticing to her. She watched as the sperm dripped slowly out of her pussy and onto the furs that Peter was laying on. It was quite a lot of sperm — the pool it created was formidable. The smell began to overwhelm her and she had to stifle the urge to taste it. When all of his cum had dripped out of her, she bent down and kissed Peter on the forehead. She noticed the women that acted as her escorts were gathering near the platform. With one last, almost wishful, glance at Peter she stepped down. She saw Peter’s friends sitting close by, grinning like idiots, but she paid no heed to them. The women in masks surrounded her and they began their walk to Zoe and Peter’s hut.- Chapter 11 -Peter lay on the pedestal with his eyes closed, enjoying his passing orgasm. He had always imagined what having sex might be like, but this was beyond the things his mind could conceive. He heard the chief say something, but Peter could not concentrate on anything. In his mind he still held the picture of his mother squatting over him, working up and down on his cock. Her pussy was so warm, so moist — he could almost feel its presence still on his cock. Peter opened his eyes and craned his neck to look at his manhood. It was soft now and covered with a sticky mess.”Peter!” screamed Tooki as he ran up to him and bent over his face. “What a sight! It was amazing!””Calm down Tooki and help me untie him,” said Pompo keeping back his own excitement. “Well Peter, what did you think?””Ooooohhhh!” Peter let out and closed his eyes while Pompo and Tooki untied him.”I think that says it all,” chuckled Tooki.Once the boys untied him, Peter sat up and looked around.”Now what?” he asked, his mind blurry.”Now you go get into your hut and take all the pleasure you want,” answered Tooki prodding him towards the hut.”Right,” said Peter and began walking forward.Peter felt strange after his euphoric feeling settled. He didn’t know how he would face his mother or what he would say to her. Would this be awkward? Strange feelings began building up inside of him. He was very confused about the situation he was in. Everything before had happened as if in a dream and now reality was presenting him with uncertainty. He walked up to the door of their hut and paused for a moment. He almost wished he could stay at Pompo’s hut tonight or maybe even at the fort. Facing his mother after all this was a bad idea.Peter opened the door carefully and walked in. There was a candle burning on the small table next to the bed and he saw his mom laying under the covers. She was facing away from him and Peter was almost glad he didn’t have to face her. She looked to be asleep.Peter looked down at his cock, it was getting stiff again. He looked around the hut to find something to wipe it off with, but didn’t see anything suitable. He blew out the candle and laid down next to his mother. On one hand he was a bit annoyed that his fun was over, but on the other hand he was relieved that the ceremony went so well. He suddenly realized how exhausted he was and it wasn’t long before sleep took him.***Zoe woke with the first light. At first she thought she had a nightmare and her mind was in unease. Quickly enough she remembered the happenings of last night. She turned around and saw Peter naked, asleep on top of the furs. He laid on his back and there was a peaceful expression on his face. She was suddenly afraid to move as she didn’t want to wake him. Remembering last night, she looked down at Peters crotch and saw his cock covered in dry semen. She remembered that Peter came inside of her and that she went to sleep like that. She thought about the Juice of Infertility and hoped that it would work as intended. As she lay in bed looking at Peter’s cock, she felt a stirring in her loins.”That orgasm was so close,” she remembered. The longer she looked at Peter’s cock, the hornier she became. She had to move.Slowly and gently she got off the bed.”Nothing like a morning bath to cool me off,” Zoe thought. She inspected her pussy and saw dried up cum sticking to her lips. That had to be washed off soon. She heard the sounds of the women getting ready to head to the river. In haste, she put on some clothes. With one last, seemingly unwilling glance, Zoe enjoyed the sight of her son’s member and walked out of the hut.”Good morning!” The sisters greeted Zoe on the walk to the river.”Hi, girls.””Wow! You were impressive last night,” smirked Cili.”I’m glad you enjoyed the show.””The way you rode him. That was something else.””I’ve had a lot of practice in my day,” lied Zoe.”I bet you did. I bet you got some more practice in your hut later on,” said Cili.”Hate to disappoint you, but I was so tired I went straight to sleep.””You’re out of your mind!””No. I’m just not as horny as you are all the time.””You’re a strange one, Zoe.””Leave her be, Cili. Not everyone thinks about sex all the time,” said Umani, coming to Zoe’s rescue. “Though it is unusual for the son not to take more pleasure after his ceremony.””Very unusual,” said Cili, raising her eyebrows.”Can we talk about something else?” asked Zoe. “I’ve got a lot on my mind as it is.”For the rest of the bath the girls didn’t say much and Zoe was glad for the silence. Everywhere she looked she saw women smile and nod at her. She tried to ignore the attention and tried concentrating on washing her pussy as best as she could. She thought that a hose would be handy right now, so she could stick in up there and wash everything out. The thought of a hose, turned her mind to Peter’s stiff, long cock — the way it felt sliding in and out of her. If only Peter would have lasted a few moments longer.”Hello Zoe.” Zoe was startled as Great Mother addressed her, standing right behind her.”Good morning.””How do you feel today?””Good. I suppose.””Are you satisfied with your son’s ceremony?” a smile played on the old woman’s lips.What did she mean — satisfied?”It went well,” was all Zoe could think of saying.”Good,” said Great Mother and then she leaned in and whispered. “Don’t let this ruin yours and Peter’s relationship. He still needs you to be kind and loving to him. You have a duty as a mother.”Zoe nodded and Great Mother returned to her circle of older women. Zoe didn’t think about how she was going to face her son now, or what she would say to him. She thought about that for some time now and decided that she would pretend like nothing happened. It would probably be difficult, but she had to do it. Zoe determined that she would try to forget about last night and… not think about Peter’s cock.***Peter woke up and stretched.”Oh man,” he said as he ran through last night’s ceremony in his mind. “Mom sure knew what she was doing.”He rubbed his cock and it sprang to life. He spat on his palm and rubbed it some more to try to get all the dried up sperm off of it. He was incredibly horny.There was a knock on the door.”Come in,” said Peter, covering himself up.Pompo’s head popped in the door. “Good morning, warrior. How does it feel?””Feels good, my friend. Feels good.””Great. The others are waiting for us at the fort. I hope you have a good story to tell us.”Peter got dressed and followed Pompo into the jungle. When they reached the fort the other boys showered Peter with questions. He answered them to his best recollection.”I tell you,” Peter said. “That stuff that Tooki gave me really works. I couldn’t feel anything for a while. Well, I felt awesome, but if it wasn’t for the root I’d be done in a few seconds. It’s like my penis was numb.””And when you went back to the hut, how many more times did you do it?” asked Karo.”Uh!” Peter scratched his head. “Well… mom was asleep when I got back, so that was it.””What!? You didn’t impale her again!?” screamed Tooki a bit too loud.”Like I said, she was alseep.””So? You wake her up and take her again!” Tooki was round-eyed.”Take it easy on him,” said Pompo. “He did well. But Peter, just so you know, you can ask your mother for more sex if you want, anytime.””Thanks Pompo. I’ll keep that in mind,” said Peter.”In mind!? Peter you have to take advantage of stuff like this,” snarled Tooki. “There is no way my mother will fall asleep the whole night of my ceremony.””Whatever. Was there anything else you guys wanted to know?”After more questions and answers the boys went happily about their fruit gathering.***A few days passed without anything unusual. Peter and Zoe would talk rarely and mostly just a few words, but Peter was glad that it wasn’t as weird as he’d feared. He was constantly horny now and sometimes when he went to bed, he wanted to ask Zoe about what his friends told him to. Everyday at the fort he would get chastised by Tooki about not having sex with his mother again. Tooki would even try and come up with a dialog for Peter to start the conversation about this with Zoe. Peter would promise his friends that he would try, but every time Peter saw her, he’d lose all the courage.On the fifth day, the boys were hanging out at the fort as usual. As Pompo predicted, Peter was now the overseer for the daily fruit collections. It wasn’t much of a duty and he still picked fruit and hung out with his friends. As the boys were lounging around the fort, Tooki brought up another idea of his.”Peter, I don’t suppose you took your mother last night,” he began.”No Tooki. I didn’t.””You’re such a coward, Peter. But I have an idea for you.””Enough with the ideas,” protested Peter.”Look at you Peter, you are pitching a tent as we speak. You need to release all that tension.””Couldn’t we just do a spying mission and rub ourselves off?””Peter, you don’t have to rub anything. You have a mother to do that for you.””Well, I just can’t do it, Tooki. I don’t have it in me.””Listen to my idea,” said Tooki and the other boys got closer to hear what he would say. “Bring your mother to the fort, gather all your courage and ask her to have sex with you.””Tooki…” Peter began.”Just listen. I think you don’t have enough courage to do it when it’s just you and her. But we’ll be hiding in the trees and it’ll lend you the courage, knowing that we’re close by. Our warrior spirits will be with you, we’ll help you.””I don’t see how this will help,” Peter said.”Tooki might have a point there,” said Pompo scratching his head. “You never back down from anything when we’re around. Maybe that is what you need to talk to your mother. You’ll be more confident that way.”The boys all began talking at once about what a great idea this was. Of course they all knew that they could hide in the tree and get a good view of the action. They even formulated a plan about how Peter would ask Zoe to come to the fort and what he would say to her. Peter just listened quietly, knowing that he couldn’t say ‘no’ to them. He could never say ‘no’ to his friends.Once everything was decided by Tooki and Pompo, Peter had no choice but to agree. They went over the plan again and set the date for tomorrow.The next morning Peter woke up and lay in bed going over the plan his friends had laid out for him. He stayed in bed, until he heard the women returning from their bath. Peter took off his shorts and threw them across the hut. He heard the door open and quickly faked sleep.Zoe walked in, hair still wet and headed for her pack. Peter stirred, pretending to wake up.”Good morning,” said Zoe without looking at him.”Good morning, mom.”Peter waited for the moment when Zoe turned around and threw off the covers like he was getting out of bed. He was naked and his cock was hard. He stood up and stretched. Slowly, he walked across the hut, picked up his shorts and began putting them on. He was taking his time and made a great show of stuffing his cock inside. He could tell that his mother was watching him the whole time.”Mom?””Yes?””You know how I’m the fruit gathering overseer now? Well, I’ve thought of an idea of storing up more fruit that we need. That way we can store some of it for the seasons when fruit is scarce.””That’s a good idea.””I know. I need you to come look at it and see how best we could preserve it.””Just dry it up.””Yes, I’ve thought of that. I’m not sure if it’s the best idea for the different kinds of fruit. Can you come look at it and help me decide?””Sure. I suppose,” answered Zoe. “I can do it now. I have a few hours before I give class.””Good. Then let’s go.”When Peter walked out of the door, he saw Tooki sitting by his hut. He gave him a quick sign and Tooki disappeared into the jungle.***”Where are we going?” asked Zoe, following Peter through the jungle.”It’s a gathering place of ours. We bring all the extra fruit there,” answered Peter leading the way. He took the long way to the fort, to give his friends time to position themselves.When they arrived at the fort, Peter helped his mother climb the rope up. He was surprised that she needed little of his help as she pulled herself up. He climbed in after her. There was a whole pile of fruit laying on the floor of the fort. His friends did a good job gathering it all this morning.”What do you think?” Peter asked nodding towards the fruit.”Yes, you can pretty much dry all of this up,” Zoe said absentmindedly. She was looking around the fort. It wasn’t much of a construction. It was built right next to the tree trunk and held up by two large branches. It had a sturdy floor, but no walls. Not that it needed walls, the jungle vegetation was hiding this place from sight. The leaves of the tree that the fort was attached to were acting as a roof.”Even the bananas and the oranges?””The oranges wouldn’t be much use dried up, but you can squeeze them and save the pulpy juice in containers.””Mom, there’s another thing…” began Peter, scanning the trees to see if he could spot anyone. His friends were well hidden.”What’s that?” asked Zoe, turning to face him.”Well… you know that after my Manhood Rite…” Peter faltered. “Under the Kilitoki tradition I can… take you whenever.””What!?” Zoe exclaimed.”I mean sex,” said Peter and, in a flash, dropped his shorts. His cock stuck out in all its glory.”Peter, put your shorts back on!” screamed Zoe.”Mom, I need this. I’ve been like this ever since the ceremony.” He motioned to his cock.Zoe stood staring at her son’s erection. She was beginning to think that the night of the ceremony was behind them and that they could forget all about it. Now, she could hardly believe what Peter was asking, but she was unable to look away from his young cock. She could feel her pussy begin to moisten.”Well…” she began and wondered why she wasn’t saying ‘no’.”Please mom. Please. It was so good that night. It felt so right.””Peter don’t say that,” said Zoe. She felt uncomfortable having a conversation with her naked son.”It’s true, mom. You were amazing.””You weren’t so bad yourself.” What was she saying? Why was she so damn horny?Peter took two steps towards her, his manhood slightly bouncing. Zoe didn’t really know what was coming over her. She suddenly wanted that young meat inside of her. She did it once. Was it bad to do it again? Zoe shuddered and rubbed her eyes. What was she going to do?”Peter, you know what we did was for the ceremony. Now that it’s over, we don’t have to do this…””But mom, I need this. I really need this.””More like, He needs it,” Zoe said pointing to Peter’s cock. They both chuckled. “I suppose… if you really need this.””Oh, thank you!” said Peter and took stepped up closer to her. He pressed her into a hug, his cock poking into her stomach.Zoe politely disentangled herself from her son’s embrace. She blew a wisp of hair out of her face and addressed him: “If we are going to do this… you have to promise me that we’ll leave it here in this tree house. I’m still your mom and you are still my son.””Of course,” replied Peter. “I promise.””Another thing,” Zoe said. “I want to get some satisfaction out of it. You kind of left me hanging last time.” One corner of Zoe’s mouth turned upward into a smirk. “I want you to start slow and don’t go too fast. If you feel like you are close to the finish but I’m not, we can stop and take a break.”Zoe took a step back and let her eyes drop to Peter’s erect cock. She could see Peter’s body shivering from excitement. She couldn’t deny her own arousal growing in her lower region. Taking a deep breath she began undoing her shorts. Keeping calm, she kicked off her sandals and pulled down her shorts. She was now only clothed in her shirt and a pair of white panties. She hooked her fingers into the waist band and pulled the elastic out. Remembering that she was still hairless down between her legs, Zoe paused and looked at her son. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were glued to her crotch. With a quick motion, she pulled her underwear off and presented her bare pussy to her son.”How should we do this?” asked Zoe, wishing to break up the uncomfortable silence.”Uh, I don’t know,” replied Peter finally breaking his gaze off of his mother’s twat. “How about like the last time?””Oh no,” said Zoe. “I’m not doing all the work again. I have an idea.” She turned around and got down to her hands and knees. She arched her back and tilted her ass up, playfully wiggling it several times. She glanced back at Peter, smiling, and said: “Well? What are you waiting for?”Peter was enjoying the sight of his mother’s small, white ass. It seemed to beam at him like a headlight. Her pussy was peeking out between her strong, muscular thighs, and he could see it glisten with moisture. Upon hearing his mother’s words, Peter snapped to action. Quickly he knelt behind her and guided his cock between her ass cheeks. He pushed his hips forward, but his cock didn’t find the entry.”Hold up,” said Zoe. She parted her knees wider and tilted her pussy a little lower.Peter could feel the tip of his cock rub against something slimy. He urged his cock forward and felt it part his mother’s inner pussy lips. He paused as he felt a light shudder pass across his body. At the same time, his mind was filled with excitement. He was going to have sex again!Peter put both of his hands on his mom’s bare ass and felt how warm and smooth her skin felt to his touch. His cock was resting right at the entrance to his mother’s loins, and he couldn’t wait to be all the way inside of her. He trust his hips forward with great force, and was surprised how easily his cock slipped deep inside of her. He paused and enjoyed the warm, caressing feeling his mother’s vagina was furnishing him with. It felt so good that he never wanted to pull out, but at the same time, a renewed rush of blood to his cock, made him want to fuck his mother hard and fast.Zoe felt her son’s pole slide into her in one smooth motion. She guessed that she must have been pretty wet by now. She felt Peter hesitate as he gently kneaded her ass while his cock pulsated inside of her. Having her son’s cock inside of her pussy felt strange; it felt improper and arousing forbidden. She felt an insatiable fire stirring deep within her loins. She needed to put the fire out fast, lest it consume her and drive her mad.Zoe pressed her ass back against Peter, then rocked her body forward. She repeated the motions, taking the initiative into her own hands, while also controlling the tempo.Peter was practically motionless, as he enjoyed his mother’s rocking. Her pussy was so expertly handling his cock that he was afraid to move and ruin the moment. He decided to let her do all the work, and he simply kept fondling her ass.Zoe increased the rhythm and now slammed her ass against Peter’s abdomen with an audible slap. She could feel his balls bash against her clitoris every time she rocked back. She wondered why Peter wasn’t more actively participating in this act. Was he having second thoughts? Did he feel weirded out all of a sudden to be having sex with his mom?”How’s it going back there?” she asked looking at him with concern on her face. The day was hot and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.”Good,” was all Peter managed to utter.”I could use a little help, you know,” she said, her breath coming in heavy.Peter nodded. His hands shifted to her waist and he grabbed her at the hips. Next time Zoe rocked back, Peter met her with a thrust. When Zoe rocked forward, Peter pulled his hips back.”Uh!” groaned Zoe when Peter jammed his cock roughly into her. It went in deep and she felt a tickling sensation at the base of her tummy. The sensation began spreading out across her internals.”Ah! Oh!” Zoe moaned as their sexual tempo increased. Peter was entering her deep and pulling almost all the way out of her. Every inch of her internal walls was being penetrated by his engorged love muscle. As his balls were loudly slapping against the tip of her twat, she could feel her orgasm building up. Her thoughts began to reel, her mind was churning. She swallowed gulps of air and panted for more.Peter was sweating as he worked his mother’s ass back and forth along his shaft. He could hear her moans and could smell the fragrance of her lubrication. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, and he didn’t want to. He wanted to spew every last bit of his seed into her pussy. It wasn’t long before his racing orgasm rounded the corner and sprinted for the finish line. Not stopping for a moment, Peter kept pumping as his cock began erupting inside of his mom. His cock shot electrifying, pleasurable jets of cum deep inside of her. When the last of his juice seemed have squirted out, he gave several more thrusts and then laid over Zoe’s back.”Oh, no! No!” whispered Zoe when she finally realized that Peter was cumming. “I’m so close!” The weight of Peter’s body forced her to lay down onto the floor of the tree fort. Disappointed and frustrated, she lay under him, feeling his heartbeat through his cock. Finally, he pulled his pulsating shaft out of her and slid down to the floor next to her.Zoe lifted her head and looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he had a euphoric smile on his face. She looked down at his cock, covered in white froth, made up of their juices.With a frown Zoe propped herself up on an elbow. “That’s it?” she asked.Peter opened his eyes and looked her. “That was amazing,” he whispered.Irritated, Zoe rolled to her butt and sat up. She looked down between her legs and saw Peter’s cum ooze out of her. The familiar smell of it tickled her nostrils.”I guess I’ll be needing more of the Juice of the Infertility,” sighed Zoe.”What’s that?” asked Peter, squinting against a ray of sunlight.”Something the Kilitoki make, so women won’t get pregnant. I hope it works.” Zoe stood up and felt how sensitive her pussy had become. She took a step and felt that tingling feeling in her tummy, yearning for release. Her face was sweaty now, so she took off her shirt and wiped the sweat with it.”It’s hot,” she said, turning to where Peter laid on the floor. She was completely naked now, but this wasn’t the time for decency. She looked at Peter and said simply: “I didn’t get mine yet.”Peter stared back at her with his blissful smile. His cock was laying against his stomach, still hard.Zoe took a step towards him. “I guess I’ll be on top,” she said and stepped over his body. She bent down and picked Peter’s cock in her hand. Giving it a good squeeze she rubbed all of the mess off of it and grazed her palm against the floor. She brought her hand back to Peter’s member and began stroking it. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and it drove her wild as she watched her hand jerk her son’s meat. She could feel her pussy salivating to have this cock back in its possession.Like a crazed nympho, Zoe scooted up and assumed a squatting position over Peter’s cock. She pressed her ass down while guiding his prick with one hand. It was back inside of her craving snatch in no time. For support, Zoe placed her hands on Peter’s stomach, and began to ride him at a steady pace. She closed her eyes and hung her head, letting her hair fall forward. She was loving every moment and was thrilled to feel her orgasm not far away. Keeping her eyes closed she concentrated on the feeling of her pussy lips sliding along Peter’s hard cock. She could hear the way her tits slapped against her ribs as she bounced along his length. Every time she bottomed out unto Peter, she ground her clitoris into his pelvic bone. It was many, many years ago since Zoe felt this feeling — her orgasm was about to hit.Zoe bit her bottom lip and felt her legs begin to shake. “Oh god!” she exclaimed and opened her eyes. She looked at Peter and saw that he was looking back at her, an innocent expression on his face.”Oh Peter,” she whispered. “I’m about to orgasm!”Her orgasm was the most intense thing that had happened to her. Her body began shaking and her vision went out of focus. She couldn’t think, nor control her body. Violently, she jerked herself on her son’s cock. Her hands thrashed around, looking for something to grasp; they finally found Peter’s wrists and clamped to them desperately.For long moments, Zoe’s body was rattled by the orgasmic turbulence. When it finally settled, Zoe’s eyes rolled back into their sockets and she collapsed on to her son.”That was… phenomenal,” she whispered, breathing as if she had just ran a marathon.They laid like that for long minutes, until eventually they both regained their normal breath. Zoe managed to slide off of Peter and laid on her side, keeping her eyes closed.”Mom,” Peter said. “I haven’t finished yet.”Zoe smiled. “Okay. Let’s finish you off.” She opened her eyes and realized how tired she really was. Peter was laying on his side, face to face with her so she threw her leg over him. She reached down for his cock and led it to her pussy.”Have your way with me,” Zoe winked as Peter’s tip slid past her pussy lips.Peter used one hand to scoop her closer to him and began eagerly thrusting up into her. They were now pressed close to each other, their faces touching.”Mmm, that feels nice,” moaned Zoe with eyes closed. Her pussy was extra sensitive, but it felt nice the way Peter penetrated it. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek.”This feels so good, mom,” whispered Peter.”I know, honey. It sure does.””I’m getting close,” huffed Peter pumping away. He began kissing Zoe’s cheek, his lips roaming around. In the heat of the moment, he sought out her lips and pressed his tongue in between.Zoe returned her son’s gesture by welcoming his tongue into her mouth. It felt nice to feel a strong embrace and a passionate kiss after an incredible orgasm.Zoe broker their kiss to whisper: “Come in me, baby.”Their tongues danced when Peter began squirting again inside of his mom’s pussy. It felt amazingly intimate to have both your dick and your tongue imbibed by your mother.For long moments, Peter and Zoe lay, locked in their carnal embrace. Zoe sucked softly on Peter’s tongue, while her pussy clamped around his dick.Eventually Zoe broke the kiss. “Okay sport,” she said. “I think it’s time we returned to the village.” She untangled herself from him, easing her hips of his still hard cock. “Boy, am I going to be sore,” she said when she stood up. She spread her legs and stuck a finger into her pussy. Peter’s fresh sperm made its way along her finger.Peter watched his mother and he didn’t think he could dream of a finer sight — his mother, naked, spreading herself, trying to force his cum out of her.When most of the sperm came out, Zoe picked up her panties and looked back at Peter who was watching her. As she bent down she wiggled her ass playfully. Peter loved the sight. Her pink pussy seemed to be asking him for more.”Mom. One more?” he asked immediately.”What? Oh, Peter. I don’t know, I’m already hurting.””Come on mom. Look! It’s still hard.”Holding her panties in her hand, Zoe looked at Peter’s cock. It seemed to be jerking from excitement.”I am still wet,” thought Zoe. Out loud she said: “Well, I am still in the moment…”Peter sprung up as soon as he heard her say that. He approached her and wrapped his hands around her hips.”How do you want to do it this time?” Zoe asked, feeling like a little girl.Without answering Peter turned her and pushed her against the trunk of the tree which held up the fort. He grabbed her right leg and raised it off the floor. His cock pressed against her twat, its tip rubbing against her clitoris. He clasped his lips onto her neck and sucked on her smooth, salty skin. He ground his cock into her several times, then shifted it and found her entrance.”Oh yes,” whispered Zoe, feeling her son back inside. She placed both of her hands against the tree trunk as he began to pump at her. Her pussy was now so sensitive that every stroke felt almost painful; but she was willing endure it — she had never been fucked this good.Peter held his mom’s leg up with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, for support. He was thrusting up into her with all his might. While this position was interesting and unusual, it wasn’t very comfortable. As Peter began to tire, his thrust became more awkward. Finally, Peter lost his balance and began toppling backwards.Zoe felt a sudden shift in weight and felt as she was being pulled back, falling. She quickly dropped her leg to the floor and twisted mid air. Peter’s cock slipped out of her in the twist and Zoe was able to catch him before he clunked to the floor. Peter ended up just sitting down heavily.”Sorry mom,” Peter breathed. “I guess I got caught up in the moment.”Zoe smiled. “It’s okay. I’m just glad my baby didn’t fall.” She pushed Peter back and straddled his body. She raised her ass and pushed into his cock. It slid back into her pussy.They stared into each other’s eyes as Zoe began fucking him from the top. She leaned in closer and their lips met again. Time passed, or stood still, as their mouths and their sexes kissed over and over. Zoe could feel herself getting ready to have another orgasm.”Oh, mom. I’m going to cum soon,” whispered Peter in between kisses.”Me too, baby. Me too.”Peter’s hands reached around her and squeezed her ass roughly. He was thrusting into her, from the bottom, just like the day of his Manhood Rite. He was about to have his third orgasm when he felt his mother’s body begin to shake.”I’mmmmm cuuuummmmmiiiiiiiiing,” whimpered Zoe as her mind was overran by euphoria. She clamped her mouth over Peter’s and began kissing him with renewed vigor.Just then Peter began shooting off again.Mother and son came together in a synchronous orgasm. Their bodies were pressed together as their sweat and internal juices mingled. They laid up in the tree fort for long minutes, oblivious to everything, enjoying their passing orgasms.”We squished a lot of fruit,” said Zoe at length, looking up. The smell of oranges filled her nostrils. She was also aware of a tickling sensation on her ass and pussy — the flies were attracted to the smell of their sex.”Yeah,” chuckled Peter. His cock was overwhelmed and sensitive. It was quickly softening inside of his mom.”I need a bath,” said Zoe. She pushed off of Peter, his limp cock easily falling out of her. She felt exhausted and didn’t even bother with his cum this time. She stumbled over to where her panties were laying.”I’m going to be late for my class”, she said, realizing that the sun was way past its zenith. She struggled to work her panties onto her hips, then did the same with her shorts. She picked up her shirt and pulled it over herself. The whole time Peter lay on the floor — eyes half open.”I smell like sperm,” Zoe noted, wishing she could take a nap. “I’m heading back to the village.” She headed to the edge of the fort and grasped the rope in her hands.”Hey mom!” called Peter. “Want to help me with the fruit again tomorrow?”Zoe looked back at him and grinned. “Whatever my Kilitoki son says.”
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