Thread: A Mother and a Mate: The Tribe (loneiysong x GoldenGateSon)

Nevits squatted quietly in the bushes as he eyed the lone deer grazing in the clearing. He looked to his left and right and saw the other hunters get into position, nodding at him to let him know that they were ready to act should the deer make a run for it. Raising his bow and cocking an arrow, Nevits exhaled and held his breath as he aimed, then released. Birds fluttered from the trees as the animal fell. It was a clean kill, and he and the other hunters appeared from the trees smiling at each other at their success, patting each other on the back as two of the hunters carried the prize back to the tribe. Nevits strode at the front of the group, already a leader of his own group of hunters at the young age of 18. He stood at 59 with a lean, fit physique due in no small part to his role as a hunter within the tribe, just like his father before him. He was tanned from the exposure to the sun, as were the other members of his tribe, and in the midday heat, he brushed aside the black hair from his forehead, revealing his light brown eyes. Though his mother and other members of the tribe had spoken of his father to him and how much he resembled him, he had never personally met the man as his father had died soon after he was born. Though sad in a way, Nevits still had a good childhood, raised by members of the entire tribe who cared for him well. He suckled from the bosoms of many of the women and learned the ways of the world from many of the men, as was the custom with all children in the tribe. In this way, he had many mothers and many fathers, many brothers and many sisters, and he was never alone. Though his father was gone, Nevits real mother was not alone either. Many of the men in the village came to share her bed during the day and in the night, and sometimes even women came to keep her company. Even if his father were still alive, nothing much would have changed, as the men and women of their tribe took on many lovers, though they only took on one mate with whom they would live. At 18 years of age, Nevits had already bedded many women, many of whom had helped to raise and breastfeed him when he was a boy. It was a duty of the older members of the tribe to teach the youth how to survive and to live, and lovemaking was merely another part of this teaching. As Nevits re-entered the the village, he saw children running about and patted them on the head as they sped by. He saw men around the fires fletching arrows and discussing hunting patterns for the coming days. By some nearby huts, he saw women gathered about weaving baskets or fixing loincloths, the only article of clothing that the villagers wore. It was nothing more than a simple strand of twine wrapped about the waist, with a single thin flap of cloth draping down the front to cover the sex. The women went topless, their breasts hanging free so that they could more easily nurse the other members of the tribe, whether they be man, woman, or child. Milk from a womans breast was seen as a life giving, nourishing substance, and the members of the tribe were nursed from birth to old age. All the women of the tribe shared this responsibility together, just as all the men shared the responsibility of the hunt. He continued on through the village until he saw one particular group of women in a circle sewing loincloths. He moved behind one of the women before kneeling down behind her, slipping his arms around her as his hands grabbed hold of her large, supple breasts. Hello, Mother, he said with a smile as he planted kisses on her neck and on her face. The hunt was a success, though its made me quite tired and thirsty. I need a rest and a drink, he said as his hands continued to gently knead at her milk filled breasts and his lips kissed at her bare neck and shoulder, making his intent perfectly clear. The other women of the circle merely smiled at the two, some of them giggling a bit as they went about their work.