A woman appeared before me. She was in her 30s, towering at nearly seven feet tall, with a breathtaking beauty that would put even the celestial Apsaras to shame.
Dressed in a single, flowing purple cloth draped around her hourglass figure, she accentuated her ample bosom and curvaceous form.
"Kama, are you alright?" she inquired, showering my face with kisses. Her complexion was flushed, sweat dripping down her face, as if she had just completed a grueling marathon.
A surge of heat erupted from my stomach, coursing through my body and igniting a sudden arousal. The intense sensuality of the moment was overwhelming for a virgin like me.
"Kama, are you hurt anywhere, my baby?" she asked with teary eyes, gently examining his head for any signs of injury.
My face was sandwiched between her soft breasts, the sweet scent of her sweat filling my nostrils. The overwhelming sensations threatened to consume me.
Understanding her overprotective nature, I quickly reassured her, "I'm fine, Mother. Look, I'm right here in front of you."
"Kama, you shouldn't run away from home just because your sister said something mean," Sakti said with concern, her voice soft and filled with care. She seemed to understand her son's sensitive nature.
"Let's go home. Your sister is worried about you. She may not show it, but she cares for you."
I knew my older sister disliked me and seized every opportunity to torment me. With that in mind, I walked alongside her towards the village.
As we journeyed through the forest, my eyes were drawn to the mesmerizing movements of her heavenly body. Her rounded hips swayed with each step, and her breasts, unrestrained by any garment, moved rhythmically.
The village appeared primitive, with houses and huts clustered closely together.
The villagers relied on hunting and gathering forest products like honey and fruits for sustenance.
The village was situated near a river, s
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As we walked, villagers would gaze at my mother with respect and admiration. She was the village chief, responsible for governing, organizing hunts, and protecting the community.
Economic transactions were primarily based on a barter system, where goods, produce, and services were exchanged.
As I entered the house, its rectangular structure appeared simple yet functional. It was constructed from wood, bamboo, and clay, with a thatched roof. Inside, the house was divided into several compartments: a sleeping area, a cooking space, a bathing area, and a courtyard for growing vegetables. Despite its primitive design, it reflected a thoughtful use of resources and space.
"Kama, let's bathe. You're covered in dirt," Sakti said, leading me towards the bathroom.
She began undressing, and her body was revealed in all its glory. Her full breasts, unbound by any restraint, lay before my eyes, with dark circles around her pink, finger-sized nipples. Her plump stomach, followed by thick thighs that I longed to bury my head in, and finally, her full buttocks. If succubi existed in reality, she would be their embodiment.
With an expression of confusion, she looked at me.
Flustered, I stammered, "What are you doing, Mother?"
Sakti looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"It's common in our village for women in a family or close relatives to walk naked in their home to foster trust and provide warmth at night," she explained, still confused.
"No, I'm just surprised by your beauty, Mother," I said, gazing at her sinuous body.
"Thank you, Kama. I love you, my baby," Sakti said with a warm expression, hugging me.
My face was buried in the valley of her breasts, my hands instinctively reaching for her voluptuous buttocks, feeling its yielding curves.
The sight of a mother hugging her son with such warmth, and the feel of her yielding buttocks, was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Perhaps dying wasn't so bad after all.
"Now let's bathe. Undress yourself," she instructed.
As I removed my clothes, my aroused member, a full seven inches long with considerable girth, became apparent. It seemed monstrous, with its massive size.
With a non-sexual expression, she began to wash me, pouring water over my body.
Her fingers moved towards my anus.
"You should clean your bottom properly," she said, gently probing my backside.
"Mother, I think I can clean myself. Could you please leave?" I pleaded, panicking.
"No," Sakti said in a disapproving tone. "You don't clean yourself very well."
As she finished cleaning my rear, she moved towards the front.
My aroused member hovered in front of her nose.
She gently grasped my member, pulling back the foreskin and splashing some water on it, cleaning it with a non-sexual expression, as if it were a chore.
Sakti's POV
The manly scent of my baby's member was intoxicating. I am incredibly proud of his growth. But with a member of that size, my baby might face complications in his marriage. I should teach him how to mate properly, or he might fail the marital test and remain unmarried. I had already arranged a marriage for him.
...
"It's just that I'm the pervert, or maybe the world is," I thought, as these lewd thoughts bounced around in my head.
"Let's eat. You must be hungry," Sakti said.
As she prepared the food, my imagination ran wild, exploring the boundaries of acceptable behavior.
I made my move, hugging her from behind. The warmth of her body and her intoxicating scent drove me wild, the feel of her buttocks pressed against my aroused member.
I turned her face towards mine and kissed her.
Initially startled by her son's unusual behavior, but a warmth spread through her heart.
Her son very shy and sensitive, avoiding any physical contact, something she craved deeply.
The feeling of connection with her beloved child overwhelmed her, and she allowed herself to be swept away.
Motivated by her response, I became bolder, gently massaging her buttocks and kissing her deeply, exchanging saliva.
The taste of her lips and saliva was sweet.
As we parted, gasping for air, I said with an innocent smile, "I love you, Mom."
A feeling of warmth surged through her stomach. "I love you too, Kama," Sakti replied with a warm smile.
"But you shouldn't do this with strangers who might not like it," Shakti explained in a firm tone.
"It's only done between close people," I said with a chuckle.
"Oh, you should do this with Harsha. She would be very happy," Shakti said enthusiastically.
"Mother, can I stay like this?" I asked, cupping her breast and gently pinching her nipple. Her breasts were incredibly soft and warm.
"Of course you can, my dear, but don't pinch too hard. They're very sensitive," she said with a soft moan.