My sister wasn’t the only one visiting us, far from it. Every so often, an older woman would come and check each newborn one by one, examining us in detail. I guessed this was the equivalent of a medical check. She would also come if one of us got hurt, using fascinating magic to treat us. It was incredible how wounds would quickly disappear under her wrinkly but skilled hands, glowing with magical energy.
There was another group of people who came to our section, for completely different reasons, however. They were adult men and always came looking for a specific woman. After a short order from them, the two would leave the room for some time, the woman coming back alone later. They would often have a pained expression on their face, some even holding their groin painfully. It also happened that they could come back looking satisfied, but that was a rare occurrence.
I understood what was happening. It seemed that even in this world where magic existed, men were still higher in the hierarchy than women. It wasn’t hard to understand why, seeing how muscular and imposing most men were. Women felt like fragile beings in comparison and stood no chance in terms of raw power.
My mother wasn’t excluded from these acts, and I always had mixed feelings whenever it happened. I didn’t feel good seeing my angel of a parent coming back sore from such an event. This also made me curious. How did they have sex in such a prehistoric time? Could it be men generally sucked at it or something?
I grew inquisitive enough to get the answer to these questions by myself. One day, when I was older, I waited for my mother to get chosen for “mating”, as they called it here. Then, I carefully waited until the women around stopped paying me attention and sneaked out of the cradle sector.
I was able to walk by now, which was a great help in my endeavor. After leaving the garden and the room where we slept, I was finally in a different place for the first time in my life. The cave system was cold, dark, and extremely mazy. It was also very large, and I had to run to barely be able to follow the back of my mother.
As if having a sixth sense, she suddenly turned around and stared in my direction, forcing me to hide behind a corner in a hurry. Fortunately for me, the man was impatient and urged her to follow. She reluctantly obeyed after sending one last glance my way.
I continued to shadow them from afar until they arrived at a specific cave. It was easy to distinguish it from others since it was “closed” by a large pelt hanging from the ceiling. The two of them disappeared inside, and I hurried after them as best as my small legs allowed me to.
There were already moans and grunts by the time I reached the room. It seemed the man hadn’t lost even a second to start the deed. I pushed the pelt a little to the side to allow myself to see what was happening there.
The cave was small, only big enough for five to six adults to stay in. It was illuminated by a torch on the wall, revealing a bit of the scenery in front of my eyes. The ground was covered by a large grey pelt, the sort that belonged to a very large animal. My mother and the man were standing on top of it, with my mother bending forward and the man plowing her from behind, not even bothering to remove her clothing. He had only lifted the pelts covering her legs and slid the ones on her crotch to allow access to his penis.
The grunts were coming from him, full of raw arousal, while the moans were from my mother, full of agony. Despite the obvious suffering of my mom, the man didn’t seem to care in the least and continued to take pleasure in the act.
It was clear now why women didn’t like following men for mating. If this one was a representation of the majority, they only cared about their pleasure, and everything else was secondary. Kissing, foreplay, affection? Those didn’t exist.
Faced with this raw animal act, I felt complex feelings watching this scene. On the one hand, my perverted nature rejoiced at seeing the real act of sex, not through a screen, but in reality. Even though I couldn’t see too well from where I was, the erotic forms of my mother were slightly revealed, together with the spot where the coitus was happening, providing quite an exciting view.
On the other hand, I felt disappointed by the act. Surely the man could have done better and avoided hurting my mother so much with his lack of consideration. Was it too hard to do a bit of foreplay before the penetration? Or was it that cavemen lacked education on such matters? Or maybe this was how they had always done it and didn’t question the event too much?
I couldn’t deny there was also a sliver of jealousy inside me. I wished I could be the one banging a woman instead, and surely, I would do a much better job than this guy.
Eventually, the mating didn’t last too long. With a larger groan of pleasure, the man let himself go inside my mom, filling her with his seed. Through the deed, my mother had tried to stay as stoic as possible, only releasing howls of pain from time to time. It was the same for the ending, showing no emotion as she accepted it all as if it were the way of the world.
With the two participants cleaning themselves up and getting ready to leave, I hastened my retreat to the baby room. I was glad to see my little escapade go unnoticed since it hadn’t lasted that long. A couple of minutes later, my mother was back with me. She took me in her arms and watched me carefully.
“Did you follow Mama, my baby?”