Thread: Left Behind (sailingsame x GoldenGateSon)

It had been a fitful night for Steven, since the day before, the men had all left to fight a neighboring tribe who had been encroaching on their territory. As luck would have it, Steven was the only one who was too young to fight by just a year, meaning that he had to be left behind while his father, the Chieftain, and all the other men of age went off to war. They had left in the afternoon, and so the evening meal was a quiet, somber one as every feared for their loved ones. Normally, the sounds of love making and grunts of passion would be heard throughout the night from their neighbors. This night, however, was quiet. He didnt want to rub salt into the wound by making his fellow tribe members feel bad about their husbands, sons, brothers, and fathers being away, but his mother and grandmother were in need, and so was he. Whereas other times their lovemaking was loving or passionate, this time they joined together for comfort and solace. He first made tender love to his mother before leaving a load in her, then did the same with his grandmother before returning to his mothers side on their bedding of thick animal furs for the rest of the night. Their hut was just like any other in the village, comprised of a single, large, round room with a fire pit in the middle and surrounded by thick animal furs which served as their bedding. Various tools and knick-knacks lined the leather walls, and their beds of fur were close enough to the fire for it to keep them warm, even through the night. By the time Steven awoke, he could see that the sun had already risen through the small hole in the roof of their hut which allowed for the smoke from the fire to escape. As a hunter-in-training, he was supposed to set out early to stalk his prey, but without his father or the other men there to get him going, he had failed to get out of bed at the appropriate time. Not only that, but the mere knowledge that they would not be back for some time caused him sadness, making the young boy lose motivation. Turning to his side, he saw his mother still sound asleep on her back, the same position that he had left her in the night before while his grandmother slept on an adjacent bed. Running a hand over her naked body and her breasts, Steven gently squeezed and nudged at Julia, both trying to enjoy her form as well as wake her at the same time. Momma, he whispered softly as he squeezed at one of her breasts. Momma, do I have to go out and hunt today. I dont want to, he said, a bit louder. Being the youngest male of not only their family, but also their entire tribe, had caused Steven to be coddled to an extent, and he was not above seeking out his mother or grandmother when the going got tough. Without even waiting for an answer from Julia, Steven scooted on closer to his mothers body, throwing a left over hers and pressing his morning erection against her thigh and the side of her hip. His arms also went around her waist as he brought his face down to her breast, latching onto a nipple as he began to feed from her. While such a thing was part of their way of life, every member of the tribe suckling from a woman who had milk to give as a means of sustenance, Steven often did it merely for comfort, even when he was not hungry. As he suckled from Julia now, wiggling his smaller body even closer to hers, he drank of her milk both for breakfast and for comfort.