I was born in 2003 to a small family in a remote village in a forest area.
Our village only had 4 families making up around 50 people. The next closest village was 8 hour walk, and the journey to our village could only be made by walking.
Trapped between mountains and forests meant we only had the people beside us to help us survive and socialise.
Everything was produced within the village. Occasionally we had contact with the outside world. Westerners would stumble due to hiking trips. We would reward them generously with our food, livestock and even our women.
Every child born within our family was a child of the family. Nobody knew who their father was. But every man was a potential father because we shared our women with all of them.
Occasionally, we would choose the woman we wanted for a week or longer on special festivals and events. But generally, most men preferred a week.
Being young meant we had a mission to impress the women folk before we reached maturity. So it would be easier to know which women were suitable to your taste and liking.
Time passed so quickly. Before I realised it, I was a grown man with responsibilities, and it was time to make a family. The only problem was, who with. We have a tradition where when a boy turns into a man, the men in the family suggest and help him choose the woman.
If we fail to choose before midnight, then the man has to enter a dark room with no light. He has 3 chances to choose the women he can have. Every woman touched has to step outside the room so everyone can witness.
Unfortunately, I couldn't choose my woman because I was confused. So I was locked up in a room with all the women from the family. While the men waited outside the room, I had to choose blindly. So off I went with my adventure.
I moved my hand forward and started to grab someone until I touched the first one. She quickly went outside, and I heard cheering from the men. It took me around 15 minutes, and I had touched 3 women.
After that, I walked towards the exit door. As I opened the door, I was presented with 3 women, naked and in different positions.
Number one was my Aunty Halima, a stunning 36-year-old beauty with a lovely hourglass figure.
Number two was my sister Sara, a young 21-year-old girl who had only had sex with a foreigner from outside the village.
Finally, number 3 was my mother, Shaheen, a 44-year-old mature woman of 6, including me. A thick and ripe woman with all the experience anyone could ask for.
Since I had chosen my mother, tradition says she would have to be the first woman to teach and satisfy me. So my mother starts to walk towards me with a pot of honey. She gets on her knees and starts to untie my pants. Slowly slipping my pants from my erected cock.
As the pants came down, I heard a loud cheer. Then suddenly, everyone was in a state of shock. All the men start to speak and start to come closer to have a closer look at my penis. My mother's eyes also look shocked.
Shaheen: Have you seen the size of this, people? We finally have a man worthy of a village chief.
