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Living among the Kilitoki
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
me," imagined Peter in his mind. "I'm sure we can kill another boar for one of you soon." Peter calculated that they would be upset. Maybe they would even think less of him; stop inviting him on Grass Warrior missions. Peter's heart sank. "I suppose I could just go through with it," he mused. "I'd love to see the look on mom's face when she finds out." Peter remembered the way his naked mother looked when she bathed in the river. There was no doubt in him that he liked it. But it was one thing to peek at your mom and a completely different thing to participate with her in a bizarre tribal tradition. The boar was dragged into the center of the village and small crowd was gathering. Peter's friends were chanting loudly that Peter had slain a boar. Tribal men were coming up to him and clasping him by the shoulders. It felt good being the center of everyone's attention and he began feeling like a real hero. He wondered what his mother's reaction would be when she heard the news. Would she even realize what this meant? *** Koko'loko and Zoe were walking along the river's shore. They were discussing how the tribe could make the most of the meat brought in during the hunting season. It seemed the best solution was to salt the meat, since that would make it last the longest. "Koko'loko!" Zoe heard someone call out. They spun around to find the Great Mother emerging from the jungle. She motioned to her husband. "I'll wait here," said Zoe as ... she turned to watch the river. She could hear the two natives talking quietly, but couldn't make out what they were saying. After a while, the chief returned. He looked at Zoe curiously and said: "Zoe, Great Mother brings news from the village." "Good news?" "The news is good, but..." He paused. "But what?" "Your son killed a boar," replied the chief. He let his worlds linger. "Peter? Peter couldn't kill a boar," scoffed Zoe. "He wouldn't hurt a fly." She frowned and stared at the flowing water of the river. The chief smiled and patted Zoe on the shoulder. "Peter has changed a lot since you first came here. He is not the little boy anymore. It seems that he is finally ready to become a real man. Only his Rite separates him from that goal." Zoe looked over at the chief, a bewildered look on her face. "You don't expect to hold that ceremony for Peter, do you?" she asked a little too bluntly. "I don't expect anything," replied the chief calmly. "However, your son may have other expectations." The chief continued after a pause: "You chose to stay another year with us. You and your son have become a part of the Kilitoki tribe. Your son has good friends, and there are many here that consider you their dear friend. Our traditions are very important to us. Without them, we lose our culture, our history." "What are you saying?" Zoe was extremely confused. For some reason, her chest ...