“That’s right.”
For some reason, her voice contained a good amount of defiance in it.
“You can’t do that! It's still too early for Keon to mate!”
“Who said anything about mating? He’s using his fingers, so it’s different.”
This silenced Libes, who never seemed to have thought about the idea before. After a moment, she opened her mouth again.
“Still, how can you ask him to do that? He’s too young for this stuff.”
My mother shook her head.
“I didn’t ask him. He did it on his own. My son is smart, strong, and he loves his mother a lot.”
“What? Is that true, Keon?”
“Yes.”
I affirmed as a matter of fact. My goal was indeed to teach sexual education to every woman in the tribe, awakening them, I mean, corrupting them in passing.
Libes was taken aback once more. She looked at my mother, followed by the women who watched the exchange as if it were an interesting drama. After turning her gaze back to my mother, she queried her again.
“Aeth, can’t you do it by yourself? Why do you involve Keon in this?”
“Because it feels so much better than doing it myself.”
“Huh… Better? Is that true?”
My mom smiled smugly.
“That’s right. A lot better. Doing it alone is nothing compared to that. And mating with men, well, I don’t need to tell you.”
Libes looked like she didn’t know what to think anymore. I could imagine her prehistoric woman's thought process as if it were mine.
Mating was when men put their penis inside a woman’s vagina, stirred it, and ejaculated inside to try to have a baby. However, nothing of that sort happened between Keon and Aeth. He was just using his fingers to make her feel good, and there was no mating involved at all.
Her expression became pensive while she focused her eyes on me.
“I guess it’s not mating… I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s probably… fine?”
“Right?”
My mother grinned victoriously, but Libes wasn’t done yet.
“I’m curious now. Keon, do you mind doing this for me, too? Is that all right?”
Her innocent suggestion made my dick twitch in happiness. Things were progressing even better than I expected.
“Of course!”
“You look so enthusiastic.”
“Because I like you too, Libes.”
“Oh? Haha, that makes me happy. Okay, I’ll leave it to you.”
She came toward me, allowing me to get a perfect view of her body, before sitting right in front of me. Unlike my mother, she was slimmer, sporting an average build. Her long blonde hair dropped behind her back, touching her slightly protruding buttocks. Her green eyes were staring at my every gesture with curiosity and anticipation. She had fluid forms, neither round like my mother nor flat like Dyla, but in between the two. As for down there, she had a nice patch of blonde pubes on her pelvis, while her labia majora was exposed for all to see.
Since this was her first time, I started with normal “washing”. In other words, a sensual massage. I ran my hands over her body, first on her back, next with her arms. So far, it was nothing special, and she smiled gently at me, waiting for things to happen. She had been the witness of the whole process my mother went through so she wasn’t in a hurry.
Progressively, I aimed for better places. I massaged her butt, slowly at first, and with more intensity when she was used to it. Next were her legs, and she finally reacted at that point. The more my hands closed on her crotch, the more her breathing deepened, lust slowly rising within her.
Yet, I wasn’t about to rush the process uselessly. Instead of going straight to her groin, I switched to her tits instead. She looked disappointed for a second, which only excited me further. Still, her chest was an erogenous zone, and I caressed it softly, playing with her mounts delicately. When my fingers ran over her nipples, she released a small sigh of pleasure, telling me I was doing things right.
“I’ve never been touched so gently before. It feels nice and relaxing at the same time.”
“Right?”
My mother agreed immediately while the surrounding women came closer, curious about the process too. The situation was quite interesting, with me massaging my friend’s mother without impunity, and a lot of women spectating it as if it were something exotic. Most of them probably were familiar with masturbation, but none had ever been caressed like this by others since men weren’t the most delicate during mating. To be exact, the concept of foreplay didn’t even exist at all.
Libes’ nipples leisurely hardened under my care as her face became redder by the minute, horniness appearing in her eyes. I flickered them for a bit, making her tremble a little, and finally aimed for the place she had been waiting for all the while.
I moved downwards, caressing her belly and navel sensually a few times, going to her inner thighs next. I used my palms to massage these, and she released a moan for the first time.
“Mhmm… I like how you caress me, Keon. Can you go a bit higher, please?”
She had lost her patience. I checked her vagina, noting that it was already moist, waiting impatiently for my care.
“I got it.”
I responded joyfully and opened her legs wider. Her pussy lips slightly followed the traction of her flesh, opening themselves a little too, revealing her labia minora. Libes’ face was now flushed, breathing hard, her eyes begging me to continue quickly. The look of the normally proper woman was so hot that I didn’t make her wait any further.
I extended my right hand toward her petals, running a finger through them delicately.
“Mhmm…”
She moaned again, even though we had barely started. I grinned, moving a finger up and down her engorged lips, making her shiver in happiness. Her sex increased its production rate of fluids, smearing my fingertip with delicious-looking juices, her feminine smell drifting toward my nose, entrancing me to the extreme.