There were these dark skinned, strong hefty looking tribals, with bulging eyes looking at us with complete astonishment. They were as amazed to find someone other than them on this land, just as we were. Mom was scared and so was I, but we had to use our head and stay composed to face another day so I told her to calm down. We were taken to their village and everyone gathered around, looking at us with awe, as if we were a new species. Their community was quite organised as everyone settled down in front of a small wooden platform, with the spear holding men lined front facing the crowd.
"They are probably waiting for someone," mom said gauging the dead silence.
Then there was this deep toned reverberation of drums beating to mark the arrival of a grotesquely attired man, wearing just leopard skin to cover his genitalia and a feathered sort of skull crown. He was carrying a baton, which established his authority. He was not very tall, just like other people of his community, but was strikingly well built, with rippling muscles developed probably with hard laborious way of living in this jungle. He had a very dark skin color and his tribe looked like as if they were of Negro origin. His face was really ugly, with a deep scar on his left cheek, thick eyebrows and full lips pouting between a thick bushy beard.
"This dandy looks like their chief or something," mom whispered.
The group leader of the idiots that arrested us probably told the leader – he called Cheema - about the captives, that is us, in an animated manner. While Cheema talked back to them in a more animated fashion making gestures with his hands while talking. We noticed that he had a fresh wound on his forearm, which he might have burned recently.
Mom took an anti blister cream from the bag and walked toward him. This woman has no brains…. I though, as the spear men warned her raising their weapons. Cheema presumably told them to chill as they calmed down and made way for mom. She took him arm and looked at it compassionately. He must have realised by now that the lady means no harm. She applied the cream, as he hesitatingly let her. It must have been instant relief as he smiled and said something in his bizarre lingo to mom. Then he addressed his people and there were loud deafening shrieks and shouts. I wonder why were they so excited!
Probably they realised that we were friends. Smart damsel I thought realising that actually I was a dimwit to mistrust her masterstroke move.
We were taken separately to different huts and I washed myself, she probably would have done the same. In the late evening there were fire torches all around and the atmosphere looked ceremonial. I thought that some welcome ceremony would take place. I was made to sit on this crooked seat with all the women folk sitting around me. Suddenly I heard the beating of the drums and to my utter amazement I saw mom dressed in a skimpy two piece leopard clothing hardly covering her ample bosom and her torso. She was looking extremely sultry with the shape of her boobs showing wantonly through the thin covering. She laid in a stupor on this stretcher kind of a board, which was carried by two robust men with strongly built bodies.
They laid the stretcher on the ground and lifted mom placing her precariously on a waist high (4 foot) wooden bench covered with hay sandwiched between banana leaves, giving it a mattress like feel. The bench was made in shape of 'Y'. Her head was placed on one end and her legs spread assuming the shape of the alphabet. The tempo of the drumbeats pitched high as their leader made his grand entry. He was wearing the same thing as earlier, excluding his crown, which had hid his bald head. His rippling muscles covered with oil gained prominence in the yellow light of the fire torches. I knew something is about to happen as the drumbeats subsided.
The two young men who were carrying mom took their positions. One stood by her neck, on the side right opposite to him another man took his place, while Cheema positioned himself between mom's legs. To my complete surprise they started stripping mom completely. I held back as she had told me earlier that this might happen and if it does I should avoid opposing or annoying them, particularly if they are not inflicting any bodily harm. I was served a drink in a wooden container it was some kind of a strong alcoholic herbal drink and was surprisingly good to taste.
To my surprise I saw mom lifting her hips a bit to help them remove her wrap around kind of clothing. She had no resistance to offer as the two young men bend down and started kissing the nape of her neck instead she moved her legs in ecstasy and gave a soft muffled moan. I felt my grip tightening on the tumbler as I found it difficult to watch my mother being sexually fondled by these tribal men. I tried to look away, but had to look back as I heard loud breath escaping with stifled moan. Shit! Mom was brazenly enjoying the attention she was getting. How could she, with scores of men and women and not to forget her own son watching her lewd submission to these men, whom she wouldn't have preferred to look at, back home.
Meanwhile Cheema and the two men took their clothings off, and the two men got back to licking her bosom with their long slurping tongues, giving long measured licks to her erect nipples. Mom was dumbfounded seeing Cheema's size as his dick sprang free from his clothing. He must be eleven inches long and inexplicably thick, while the other two were moderate compared to him, but big enough for average standards.
"The chief had the biggest and thickest dick I had ever seen in my life, sigh! He's the biggest that I would ever take in me," mom later exclaimed.
Mom's boob had swelled with excitement and she was moaning and taking out guttural sounds as the chief started kissing her stout thighs, with his rough hands roaming all over her lower body. She seemed to be super excited after seeing his cock, as she held his bald head cooing while his tongue headed towards her wet thatch.
The two men seemed to be stuck on mom's boobs as they took her copious boobs in their mouth flicking their tongues, making tongue slapping wet noise, while there big rough hands explored her milky body.
Cheema clamped his mouth over her pussy and started eating her. No sooner that he buried his head, she started breathing heavily, moaning loudly, as the two men sucking her boobs and their chief slid his tongue up and down her spread pussy while sliding his oiled index finger in and out of her asshole, had it's effect on her. Cheema hungrily licked her constantly flattening his tongue and giving long, hard licks on her juicy cunt. He slowly maneuvered his head and slid his long tongue deep inside her waiting pussy. By now her wailing moans had become louder as she raised her body violently and uncontrollably, as her hands gripped the sides of the bench and her firm legs coiled the pussy eater's strong black body.
I felt peevish, as I myself was aroused looking at my mother being eaten relentlessly by this man and her boobs being licked continuously, while she bit her lips wildly. Bucking her hips, pounding her pussy into his face, she came good and hard. Getting louder and more guttural, as her orgasm lasted for a few minutes.
