Tribal MILFs: 100x Return!
Chapter 8.

Chapter 8: 8.

Martha stood by the hearth, firelight playing across her full, heavy breasts and wide hips.

She turned toward Neo, eyes warm but uncertain.

The tension between them crackled.

Neo’s pulse pounded.

She’d always held everything together.

Now it was his turn to take what he needed.

He closed the distance in one stride and latched onto her swollen nipple, sucking hard.

Martha then heard the hunter team talking with Luna just outside the hut.

She could hear their voices clearly from how thin the walls were.

She wanted to warn Neo, but it seemed he had already set his mind.

She grabbed his shoulder, telling him, "No! They are just outside."

Neo shook his head.

"I don’t care about them. I’m taking what I want."

Martha bit her lip, letting them hear her voice.

She knew what Neo’s intentions were—he wanted to mark her right in front of them, like an animal pissing around his house to claim it.

She hesitated for a moment.

Should she moan and let them hear her?

Then she remembered the promise she had made to herself: that she would be bolder, more courageous, and most importantly more assertive.

She moaned loud enough for the voices outside to catch it.

Their talk stopped at once.

Her heart raced.

The ship had sailed.

Everyone in the tribe would now know that she and her son were not in a simple relationship.

Did she care?

Not in the slightest.

The only thing she cared about was Neo’s happiness.

Warm, sweet milk flooded his mouth in thick spurts.

He drank greedily, cheeks hollowing with every pull.

"Fuck, your milk tastes so good," he groaned between swallows.

Martha moaned deep in her throat, back arching as she pushed her breast harder against his mouth.

"Neo... oh gods."

She grabbed his hand and guided it to her other nipple, which hardened instantly under his fingers.

The hut filled with wet sucking sounds and her low, needy moans.

Neo swirled his tongue around the puffy areola, lapping up every drop.

He finally pulled off with a wet pop, a string of milk and saliva stretching between them.

Neo’s heart beat faster.

He realized the men he had just shaken hands with moments ago outside knew for certain that he was doing something forbidden with her.

He didn’t care.

He had only one desire: to own his mother Martha as his woman, and that required him to be bold.

He had always believed that if he wasn’t assertive with his desires, then even if he had the strength he would never have the will to enforce it.

That was the biggest humiliation and fear he carried—not being weak, but being too scared to take the first step, too scared to admit what he wanted.

He made up his mind.

He would not be scared anymore.

He would pursue Martha openly now, like a man wanting a woman.

He wanted her to belong to him, yet he was still afraid of her rejection, afraid that she would always see him only as her son.

He knew that in this tribal world strength could give a man almost anything he wanted, but he feared that even his strength might not be enough to win her heart.

And he was not harsh enough to force her.

His hands moved down and yanked the tie on her short skirt.

It dropped to her feet.

Her white thong was soaked, dark and clinging to her pussy.

Neo hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled it down her thick thighs, letting it fall.

"Stand," he ordered.

Martha rose on shaky legs, cheeks burning.

Neo turned her around.

He smacked her plump ass hard.

Smack.

She yelped as the sting turned into heat between her thighs.

"Look at that perfect fucking jiggle," Neo rasped.

He grabbed two big handfuls of her soft, doughy ass, squeezing hard.

The flesh spilled between his fingers.

Martha enjoyed her son’s attention, the way he treated her body like a sacred thing, yet she still feared the judgment of others—especially Luna.

What would Luna think of her seducing her own son?

Would she cut ties with him because of it?

Martha wanted true intimacy with Neo, wanted to become his woman, but the fear of exposure lingered even though she had promised herself she would be bold.

Her desire for him was not simple physical need.

It ran deeper.

She wanted to be needed by him, sought after by him as a woman.

She looked at her son, her eyes darkening with lust and obsession.

Yes... she had that side too.

She was honestly afraid of showing it to him, yet at the same time she wanted him to fully accept her even with that side of her, because she never planned to get rid of it.

"Your panties are so fucking lewd."

He pinched the soaked string and pulled it up tight, wedging it between her slick folds and against her clit.

"Ughh!"

Martha rose onto her toes, thighs quivering.

"Neo..."

He tugged it repeatedly, each pull drawing fresh moans from her.

When he finally let go, the wet fabric smacked against her dripping pussy.

She shuddered.

Neo dragged the ruined thong all the way off.

He stared at her thick red bush and glistening pink slit.

"Damn, Martha... your body is fucking insane."

He dropped to his knees, spread her lips, and dragged his hot tongue across her swollen clit.

Martha cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Fuck—Neo!"

She came hard within seconds, gushing on his tongue.

He wiped his mouth, grinning, then dove back in.

His tongue fucked deep inside her while he slapped her heavy ass cheeks, making them jiggle.

Her moans turned frantic.

"I’m coming again—shit!"

She clamped her thighs around his head and squirted on his face.

Neo stood.

"Lay down. On your back."

He looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust and intense emotion.

It seemed he had developed a powerful fixation on her.

At first he had known he desired only her body, but now he liked hearing her moans and her voice.

He liked seeing his own reflection in her eyes.

He wanted her to think only of him.

He wanted to own her.

The feeling had grown so intense he was afraid he might lose control of it.

Then he saw her smile, and the same dark hunger looking back at him from her eyes.

It seemed he was not the only one carrying these feelings.

A great many things had been unclear since he came to this world, but one truth stood out: his desire to belong somewhere, and to have her as his woman.

He wanted it to matter to her.

Yet he still feared that his anger, his recklessness, and his impulsive desires might one day get the best of him and drive her away.

Martha spread out on the floor coverings, breathing hard, heavy breasts heaving.

Neo shoved his pants down, freeing his thick nine-inch cock.

Her eyes widened.

"It’s... so big."

He crouched over her, sliding his cock between her massive tits.

He squeezed them tight around his shaft and started thrusting.

"Fuck, these feel perfect," he groaned, fucking her tits deep.

His swollen head bumped her lips with every stroke.

Martha gasped, nipples still leaking.

She felt pride at Neo’s praise of her breasts, but a strange feeling stirred underneath it.

Was she being a little manipulative by using her body to seduce him?

It was the only thing she felt she could truly offer, and saying that to herself made her realize how fragile what she brought to him really was.

She knew it was just her old habit of overthinking.

Her son was not like that—he loved her truly.

Still the fear never left.

She wanted his love yet feared she was unworthy of it, especially as he grew stronger and began drawing the attention of better women.

She avoided looking into his eyes, certain he would read her thoughts.

She hated herself for it.

She wanted to be honest with him, but she was afraid that if she told him her fears he might change the way he saw her.

Martha realized she could only hide these thoughts from him.

She was a selfish person, and she wanted to keep living inside these moments of him wanting her.

Neo’s pace quickened until he groaned long and low.

Thick ropes of cum shot across her face and breasts.

Martha blinked through the mess, shame and heat warring inside her.

She got up quickly and rushed to wash her face at the back of the hut.

Neo watched her go, giving her space.

That was intense.

He pulled his pants up, grabbed his spear, and left the hut to hunt in the shadowed forest.

He needed to get stronger—especially now that he was joining the hunting team tomorrow.