Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!
Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6

Neo looked at Martha.

Before she could speak, he crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her waist, and lifted her clean off the floor.

"Neo!" she gasped, hands gripping his broad shoulders.

Her soft body pressed against him, stirring heat low in his gut.

"Look, Mother."

He shifted her weight easily in his arms and opened the sack with one hand.

Glossy mana stones spilled out, glowing faint blue, a full bag totalling sixty.

Martha’s eyes went wide.

She knew her son best.

He was not someone who stole; she had not raised him that way.

Still, she could not suppress the rising doubt.

He could have found them... or worse, been tricked.

He was still young and did not yet understand how wicked human nature could be.

"Neo... tell me the truth," she whispered, cupping his jaw, thumb brushing a fresh cut.

She drew a deep breath.

She knew the next question would sting him, might even make him hate her, but she preferred his hatred to the tribe hanging him.

The tribe never forgave thieves; their fate was worse than exile.

"Did you steal from someone stronger?

You know what the hunters do to thieves."

Neo’s face flushed red with anger.

Wrinkles of pure fury filled his features as he shouted, impulsive rage taking over.

"No.

I killed it myself.

Every last one.

You can even ask the man responsible for taking the hunts, he saw me coming in with the thunderwolf corpse."

He looked at her then, eyes full of hurt.

"You don’t believe me, Mother?"

Hearing those words, Martha’s heart filled with worry.

She hurried to answer.

"No way, son!

I was just, "

"Just thinking of what I shouted?

I trust you and you repay me like this, even dismissing the fact that I risked myself for you, for us!"

Martha held her hands high.

She had messed up badly and knew it.

Neo would never forgive her for this.

And to make it worse, it seemed he really had hunted the beast and was not lying.

She started crying.

"Son, please hear me out!" she begged, reaching for him.

Neo sighed, took a slow breath, and looked at her with pure disappointment.

Martha’s heart fell at the sight.

Then he said, "I can prove it."

To prove it, he flexed and tossed her up gently.

She left his hands completely for a second before he caught her again, holding her tight against his chest.

He slowly set her back on the ground.

With that single demonstration Martha knew the truth.

Strength did not lie.

He had hunted the thunderwolf himself.

Neo looked at her and said, "Don’t worry, Mother.

I know you’re afraid I would make a stupid decision, but don’t worry, I know the tribe rules well."

Martha sighed in relief.

It seemed her son had forgiven her, yet she was still afraid.

The earlier look of hurt in his eyes lingered.

She wiped her tears and told herself firmly: No, Martha.

You shouldn’t show him you are sad.

These are happy days for both of you.

Give him a smile.

Your son has just finished his duty as a tribesman.

"Such a good day, son," she breathed, hugging his neck hard.

Her warmth and familiar scent hit him all at once.

"How about we invite Luna?

We can celebrate properly, "

"No," Neo cut in quickly.

"Just us tonight.

Alone is better."

Martha searched his face, then nodded with a small smile.

She felt terrible.

While other mothers would be overjoyed at their sons’ achievements, she had accused hers of stealing mana stones.

She felt unworthy of being his mother.

She remembered his younger self, eyes shining with excitement and vigor, telling her, I will make you proud, Mother...

And when the moment finally came, she had accused his efforts.

She cried again.

Neo hugged her tightly, seeing her like that.

"Mother, don’t cry.

You know I always understood you did this for my sake, you were only afraid I made a stupid decision.

But from now on, please have more faith in me."

Martha nodded.

Her son had given her a second chance, and she would not waste it.

She never pushed when he looked at her like that.

"I’ll buy liquor and meat," he said, setting her down fully.

"You get the place ready for a feast."

"Be careful," she told him.

The village paths were quiet.

At the liquor stall the old vendor smirked as he handed over two bottles.

"Sounds like you earned a good night, kid."

At the meat stall the woman whistled at the coins.

"Big hunt, huh?"

Back at the hut the smell of searing meat filled the air.

A few villagers muttered outside, jealous.

Martha felt unprecedented pride.

Those same villagers who had always spat or mocked their hut when they passed, raising their voices to call her and her son "the witch and her rat son", were now lingering like rats sniffing the high-quality meat.

She remembered those days too clearly; she would never forget them even if she wanted to.

Maybe she could throw one steak to the ground so they would have to eat it like dogs.

She seriously contemplated it for a moment... then smiled.

This was all thanks to her son.

She was grateful, and she made up her mind: from now on she would treat him like a man.

Martha stirred the pan, hips swaying as she worked.

Neo watched from the table, the sight of her strong, curvy body making his cock twitch.

He stood and moved behind her quietly.

"How much longer?" he asked, voice low, hands settling on her waist.

Martha startled, then relaxed.

When he pressed forward and rubbed his thick, hard cock against her ass through their clothes, her breath caught.

She stayed focused on the meat at first, pretending not to notice as he ground against her slowly.

When she did not pull away, Neo grew bolder, gripping her hips and sliding his full length between her plump cheeks, letting her feel every inch.

His hand slid around to her stomach, holding her close.

Then a voice came from the doorway.

"Martha?

I heard about Neo’s hunt!"

Luna stepped inside, smiling.

Martha kept her body angled so Luna could not see.

"Oh, Luna... the meat’s almost ready.

Want to help?"

Her voice stayed steady even as Neo’s fingers slipped under her skirt, finding her soaked pussy.

He rubbed slow, firm circles over her swollen clit.

Martha’s heart hammered.

But she did not pull away.

Her son had already proved himself, and remembering how she had accused him only a short while ago, she felt indebted, at least enough to let him enjoy her body.

Besides, she could not lie to herself: she liked this.

Yet would she admit it?

No way.

It was a thrilling experience having her old rival Luna standing right there while she was being touched by her own son.

He was still her son... yet now she knew the touch of a man’s desire.

Luna was getting older, a battle-hardened hunter, rough enough that no men made advances on her.

Seeing how Neo wanted her, Martha grinned, enjoying his touch and shifting slightly so he could reach her more securely.

She felt like she was winning over Luna in at least one thing.

Then a crucial thought struck her.

She was not special, just any other woman her son could find.

And she had already hurt him.

She was afraid that when he became stronger he would leave her.

She wanted to become something special to him... and seeing the desire in his eyes, she knew that to become that someone she would eventually have to cross the line and give herself to him.

But not now.

He still had a bright future ahead.

She did not want to tie him down, and most importantly he was still too weak to protect them both.

She would not let him cross that final line with her.

Not yet.

Her best friend sat right there chatting while her son fingered her dripping cunt.

The risk made her even wetter.

Neo pushed the apron aside and slid two thick fingers inside her, thrusting while his thumb worked her clit.

His other hand moved up, pinching her hard nipple through her top.

Martha gripped the counter, thighs shaking.

She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her pussy clenching and gushing around his fingers.

Neo smiled against her hair and pulled back, letting her fix her clothes.

They set the table.

The three of them ate and drank.

The meat was juicy, the liquor strong and warm.

Martha laughed more than she had in months.

"This liquor hits hard, Neo," she said, eyes bright.

He met her gaze.

"Felt right for tonight."

Luna eventually passed out on the table, snoring softly, cheeks flushed.

Neo kept sipping, eyes on his mother.

The firelight made her look incredible, full curves, glowing skin.

Martha noticed.

She liked the way he stared.

Deliberately she lifted her cup and let some wine spill down her neck and between her heavy breasts.

She fanned herself and tugged at the ties of her top until her hard nipples were barely covered.

Neo’s cock strained against his pants.

He stood, pulled her onto his lap, and sat back down.

"Neo... Luna’s right here," Martha whispered.

"She’s out cold," he murmured against her ear.

"It’s fine."

Her huge ass settled on his lap, grinding against his throbbing cock.

When his hand slid under her skirt again she grabbed his forearm.

"Please..."

"Stay quiet and she won’t wake up," he whispered.

Neo’s blood ran hot at his mother’s pleadings.

He enjoyed this feeling of control and domination, but he knew very well it would come back to bite him if he overdid it.

He understood Martha’s personality better than anyone.

If he pressed too hard she would snap back and destroy all the progress he was making toward her.

He did not want to control her.

He wanted her to give herself fully and willingly.

That would take far more time and effort, and he was ready to invest both.

He looked at her body and gulped.

How much he wanted her warming his bed... but for now they still needed to keep the appearance of mother and son.

He was still weak.

They had many enemies ready to use any chance to destroy them by exposing their relationship, and he would not give them that chance.

He would become strong enough to claim Martha openly and crush any opposition in cold blood.

He breathed a cold grunt against her neck, making her shiver.

Martha glanced at her sleeping friend, mortified yet so turned on that her pulse raced.

She let his fingers move higher, brushing her wet curls before sliding into her tight, soaked pussy.

Neo lifted another cup to her lips.

"Drink," he said softly, then kissed and licked her neck while his fingers pumped in and out with wet, filthy sounds, one finger, then two, curling deep.

Martha threw her head back on his shoulder, eyes fixed on Luna.

"Neo... fuck," she breathed, barely audible.

"Your fingers feel so good."

He pinched her nipple hard under her shirt, kneading her heavy breast.

Then he whispered in her ear, "Dripping like this... what would Luna think if she saw you?

I know, she would feel jealous."

Martha turned to him.

"Really?"

Neo nodded.

"You know how sensitive she already is about her age.

She would feel devastated seeing you here on my lap, wanted by a man half her age.

She would feel crushed."

Pride bloomed in Martha’s chest.

She pushed his fingers deeper and moaned, "Really?"

"Really," he confirmed.

"You’re dripping down my hand, Mother.

So fucking wet for me."

She moaned quietly, hips rocking against his fingers.

"Harder... please.

I’m close again."

Neo thrust faster, curling his fingers against that spot inside her while his thumb rubbed her clit.

He bit her neck lightly.

"Come on my fingers like a good girl.

Let me feel that pussy squeeze."

Martha shuddered, biting her lip hard as another orgasm hit.

Her cunt clenched around his fingers, juices running down his hand.

She stayed as quiet as she could, breathing fast, body trembling in his lap.

Neo kissed her neck again, cock rock-hard beneath her.

"Good.

Now we’re just getting started."