“NO! It only matters what my mind tells me, Anarungu.” As she spoke he rose and knelt between Gnelsey’s legs. “And my mind tells me that you are my son and we can’t…uugghhh,” she squeaked when his tongue touched her labia. “What are you doing?”
“I want to show my love for the tender mother’s hole that gave birth to me even through pain and suffering.” He tenderly kissed her pussy again; he used his tongue, driving it along her sweet pink cheeks. His lips were kissing and licking it, savoring the taste of her sweet pussy. “Mmmm… I love the taste of you, Mama. The taste of my birthplace.”
“Ughhh, no, ooff. Don’t do that. Don’t… ughhh say that. Please stop. Don’t, Anarungu. My little nestling. Don’t make me use the knife again.”
“You still refuse to listen to your body? You taste so good, Mama.” He spread her legs, continuing to enjoy her birth hole, his birthplace. She mooed, putting her hands on his head and trying to muster the strength to tell him no.
“Gosh, Anarungu… Ughh….I’m begging you to stop. You said we were going to spend this evening as mother and son.”
“We are.” He removed his belt and pulled himself up, ending up on top of her. Anarungu slowly touched her pussy with his purple hot tip. “Oooh, Mama. I love your sacred birth hole so much.”
“Oooh, no, Anarungu. Not again… Never.”
He wanted to push further, to enter all the way in like yesterday, but suddenly felt a sharp blade on his neck.
“I said No! Why can’t you just understand it? Is it so hard? Yesterday I did what the tribe demanded of me. We miraculously avoided having you knock me up and I’m not going to do it again! Now put your cock away. RIGHT NOW!”
“Or what? You’re going to kill me?” he grinned, but at that moment a sharp blade swept across his chest, splitting the skin. He jumped back.
“Ouch! You know I could easily take that knife from you, don’t you?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she carefully licked the blood off the knife and wiped it against the cloth. “I’m a dangerous woman. You don’t want to mess with me, dear. Now, lie down, and we’ll spend the night like a genuine mother and son. No, we will spend it like a loving mother and son. I’ll tend to your wound in the morning.”
She used her motherly tone and patted the bed beside her. Reluctantly, but Anarungu complied. Taking the knife away from her would only make her angrier.
He lay down, turning his back and making sure there was a certain distance separating them. The wound on his chest ached, but he didn’t let it show, thankfully, the wound wasn’t too deep, and the bleeding had ceased.
He flinched when something touched his skin, but it was her lips. Gnelsey kissed his shoulder, then his back, wrapping her other arm around him and snuggling up behind her son.
“If you only knew how my heart bleeds when I have to do this. No mother should harm her child,” she murmured, running warm fingers over the wound on his chest. “It hurts far more than a small knife wound, believe me, my nestling. I hope you understand. I’m doing this for the greater good. You need to live with your urges without involving me in them.”
He remained silent, and she started singing the lullabies that once comforted him in childhood. Her hand gently stroked his head and soon he was fast asleep despite the wound. There was only one thought going through his head. “I’m going to do it anyway.”
===
The following days passed in a similar and peaceful manner. Gnelsey did not allow him to touch her, so there were no new cuts on his body. Anarungu performed his duties as Chief, wandering around the tribe in chief’s cloak and crown and making odd decisions with the Elder. Like what the village should eat on a particular day or whether more huts should be built for the winter.
“How do you like my new look?” his mother fixed her hair. Instead of dreadlocks, she now had gorgeous long dark curls.
“You look stunning, Mama.” He rapturously examined her new hair while she smiled. “As always.”
“You make a good chief, my nestling.” Gnelsey kissed his lips in a sort of thank you and headed towards the river with the bucket. Anarungu felt the warmth of her kiss and watched her breasts shake.
“My chief?” said the Elder, coming closer. A tiny old man was peering out from Anarungu’s shoulder. “I need to discuss with you something.”
“Yes, what is it again? Something regarding food?”
“No, my chief. It is regarding Gnelsey. Some men feel, shall we say…” The Elder hesitated a little. “They think you should transfer your breeding rights to another man.”
“What?” Anarungu turned angrily. “Why is that?”
“Well, my chief, it’s because she is your mother,” the Elder said, lowering his head shamefully. “I myself remember the times when Gnelsey carried you in her arms and rejoiced that she was able to produce such a beautiful and strong boy. She was so happy at that time… So how can you engage in breeding, my chief? It’s just doesn’t seem right. Gnelsey is no longer young; her time is running out, so some men…”
“Didn’t I claim my breeding rights on my mother when I became tribe chief, Elder?”
“You did, chief. But…”
“Then don’t you dare bring it up again!”
In the evening, Gnelsey conducted the customary ceremony of worshipping the spirits, seeking their benevolence to restore fertility to their tribe. Many women mourned for their men who had not returned from the Great Hunt. Peacock and Scar’s mothers, driven by the hope that the spirits would bless them with more children, joined in the solemnity.
His mother looked stunning in her dress with new hair, yet fatigued and seemingly resigned. She likely believed her days of motherhood were numbered now that her new chief was her own son.
Gnelsey closed her eyes, channeling the collective energy of the women around her.
“Let our Blood Bird tribe flourish once more, let the life force flow through our veins, and let the curse be lifted. We offer our unity, our love, and our faith. Hear us, spirits, and grant us the gift of new life.”
“I would grant you a new life, Mama, if you would only let me.” Anarungu sighed, sitting in the chief’s chair. “There are plenty of women in the village, but for some reason, I want to make a baby with my own mother. What is wrong with me?”
The ritual was ending when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was a concerned Tatar’Atu, holding something in his hands that Anarungu couldn’t see in time.
“I have something to show you, chief,” Tatar’Atu quickly vanished between the huts, concealing what he held.
Anarungu approached, Tat was holding a rolled-up bundle. There was movement inside of it.
“What is it? A child?”
“Not really. I found it in the woods not far from where the Great Hunt happened. I didn’t know what to do, so I brought it with me.”
A small grey lynx lay in the bundle, curiously looking around.
“A lynx? Why did you bring it to the camp?”
“It’s not like I could let it die, An! It’s him by the way. My mother is deaf and blind, but even she is starting to notice things already. I can’t keep him with me.” Tatar’Atu handed over the bundle. “You’re the chief now. Take it; take it for yourself, please.”
“Are you out of your mind? What am I supposed to do with it?”
“I don’t know! You have to make that decision. I can’t bring myself to kill it, I’ve tried, but I just can’t. He has grown so much lately. I don’t know what to do. He’s like a real baby. You have to make this decision; you’re the chief. Please, An.”
Anarungu gently cradled the lynx in his arms like a child. “Do you want me to kill it?” The lynx gently bit An’s finger, and he pulled his hand away. “Ouch”
“I don’t. But I’ll accept whatever decision you make. I trust my new Chief.”
“I already have so many problems, and now you’re here adding to them. What am I going to do with you?” He glanced at the lynx, staring at him with its green eyes in a mysterious way.
===
“In your hands, what’s that?” asked Gnelsey once he was at home.
“It’s a gift from the spirits,” he held out the roll, showing her the animal. Anarungu tried not to look at her breasts so as not to distract himself. “I found it in the jungle, I wanted to kill him but I thought it was a message from the spirits, Mother. Could this be the answer to your prayers?”
“Is it a lynx?!” Gnelsey recoiled in fear. “Why did you bring it here? Do you realize how many members of the Blood Bird tribe have lost their lives because of lynxes? This includes both children and women.”
“This lynx has done no harm. Tribe spirits sent it to me. Don’t you think it’s a message that I can have an offspring?”
“A message?” Gnelsey twisted her head. “What are you even talking about, Anarungu? It’s just a lynx. It’s not a message. Get rid of it.”
“No!” He clutched the lynx tighter against his chest. “It will live with me, with us. If I can’t have real children, then I’ll have him.”
“Sweetheart, I appreciate your kindness, but sooner or later, he will grow up.” Gnelsey stepped closer, cautiously examining the beast and stroking Anarungu’s hair with her free hand. “And then, it will turn into a wild creature.”
“So I’ll deal with him when he becomes one.”
“Fine. As you wish.” Gnelsey stepped back, ending the conversation. “But don’t you say I didn’t warn you.”
===
Over the next few days, all Anarungu did was take care of the little lynx.
“I’m going to name you Peacock, in honor of my good friend.”
Anarungu introduced Peacock to the tribe. While few accepted this course of action, most considered it just another quirk of the new chief, similar to his unconventional relationship with own mother. Chief Anarungu might have hit his head hard after the Great Hunt, but Anarungu didn’t care what the village thought about him.
In caring for little Peacock, he found a distraction from thoughts of having offspring with his mother and completely forgot about the looming problem of the Blue Lynx.
“You’re growing up so quickly,” he mused, gently stroking the animal’s belly while sitting in his hut that morning. “I hope you won’t turn on me when you’re fully grown. Right?” Peacock playfully nibbled on his finger and let out a small yawn.
Gnelsey entered the hut with a couple of fruits, keeping a watchful eye on the animal. “Your friend Tatar’Atu has been spending a lot of time with Scar’s parents lately. I think he is interested in his mother. Do you know anything about that?”
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