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Subject: Title story: "African Prince" Author: Incestor 65561761
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Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 23:56:58 +0000
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African Prince Chapter 1 As Mikey mechanically got off the schoolbus and turned
toward his house he mentally kicked himself for missing his stop again. The
monotony of six years of elementary school and a year and a half of junior high
had given him an uncanny ability to zone out and disappear into his own mind.
Unfortuanately the ability reared itself regularly, wanted or not. He reassured
himself that it was no big deal. He would walk an extra half mile or so today.
As Mikey walked, still in the fog that had caused him to miss his stop, he
kicked rocks, garbage, sticks and any other targets that happened to come in
range of his foot without forcing him to break stride. What was really on his
mind however was the erection he had sprung on the bus thinking about his
neighbor Julie Osbourne. He had come to think she was the cutest girl in school.
Julie had moved to town two years earlier. Although she lived right down the
street from Mikey and was always especially kind to him in school, he was just
too shy to pursue anything. They often talked in school and she was downright
flirtateous with him at times. Although he enjoyed this immensely, his shyness
was overpowering. He always wanted to further the relationship, but he could
only manage to do so in his fantasies. Perhaps his shyness arose from the fact
that he felt so out of place in his small, White, largely Christian town.
Mikey's Mom was African, and his father had been of Native American descent. His
Mom was a deeply spiritual person, but this quality seemed to Mikey to come out
as eccentricity. The house was thoroughly decorated with African and Native
American art. To Mikey it was all just a reminder of how different his house was
from everyone else's in town. Trying to think of other things, Mikey managed to
get his erection down to a softer, controlled, less visible phenomena before he
entered the house. His Mom had baked some cookies for him - the closest thing to
junk food he ever found at home. He gobbled the cookies down one by one, pausing
only for intermittant gulps of milk. "I've got to go to the bank and run some
errands, honey." His Mom said in her sweet motherly voice. Even though he was
embarrassed of his Mom's eccentricity and sometimes even her race, Mikey loved
his mother dearly and he felt closer to no one else. He had only a couple of
vague memories of his father. He was killed by a policemen when Mikey was a
small child. His mother believed the policemen had killed her husband out of
mistaken identity, brutality, or racism. Regardless of the reason, to cover up
their crime the policemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaine on her
husband. He was a strong man and a good husband, and with justice never having
been served nearly ten years later it still tore her up inside. "Okay." Mikey
replied, hiding his genuine happiness that she was going out. He would have a
chance to take care of his horniness at last. Still sitting at the kitchen
table, his erection started to swell again, and he pulled his teeshirt down to
be sure his Mom couldn't see the bulge. He waited and watched as she got her
purse and keys together and finally went out the door with the final words,
"I'll be back in a little bit." As soon as the door closed behind her, Mikey got
up and walked to the bathroom. He retrieved a handful of tissues and proceeded
upstairs to his room. He was quite paranoid of being caught, and on his way by
locked the front door to slow his Mom down if she came home sooner than
expected. As he entered his room, he closed the door firmly behind him, pulled
all the shades in his room, and got naked. There was something energetic and
erotic about just his own nakedness, and especially so with sexual thoughts
about Julie racing through his head at a phenomenal rate. He layed down on his
bed, his erection unbelievably complete. The skin on his penis was so taught
that the slightest touch by his own hand sent a shiver through him. He couldn't
believe how charged up he was. It seemed his erection was bigger and harder than
it ever had been before. As thoughts of Julie naked, smiling, running her hands
across his bare chest filled his mind, he began to slowly stroke. Mikey forced
his imagination to backstep the encounter with her. He liked to imagine the
seduction, the kissing, the removal of clothing, the sucking of nipples, eating
her out, her giving him head, and not until he was ready to blow did he reach
the ultimate fantasy of sinking his dick into her. One by one he proceeded
through vivid mental images of the encounter, stroking himself slowly, forcing
himself to slow or stop when he felt close to the edge. Although Mikey had only
been masturbating for about a year, he had mastered the technique of bringing
himself to mind-blowing ectasy. Whenever he masturbated he tried to make it the
best he could. He had realized the sacred rule of masturbation. There is no
point in rubbing yourself raw for a mediocre reward If you're going to do it, do
it right. His Mom was a deeply spiritual person and it was that spirituality
that gave her a philosphical strength that made her a perfectionist in many
respects. Mikey's upbringing was both solid and chaotic. His Mom was truly a
role model, and internally Mikey was strong like her. But when it came to
dealing with the external world, socially, Mikey faultered in embarrassment or
fear. Mikey's member was oozing precum at a prestigeous rate. Meanwhile, Julie
had just planted her first kiss upon the head of his penis. He had a crystal
clear vision of her wrapping her lips around just the head of his penis as she
looked into his eyes. He removed his hand from his penis momentarily as this
image was just too much to hold out any longer. It was too late. He began
sliding his open fist up and down the length of his penis faster than ever as he
imagined plunging into her from behind. Julie on all fours Perky breasts
shooting down toward the bed that they were on Her cries piercing the air as she
screamed his name in passion. As he began to spu, the first blast of cum landed
on his stomache. Images began to race through his head. The second, much more
powerful blast landing in a line running across his left nipple. His thoughts
raced from Julie to a thousand other sexual desires. Another, spuing across the
center of his chest and landing at the base of his neck. Images of girls and
women from every aspect of his life. He saw his cum splashing on the face of his
best friend's older sister. A fourth shot of cum hit the underside of his chin.
He saw Mrs. Andersen, his biology teacher, bare chested his cum dripping from
her mouth she rubbed it into her tits. And he spued and spued and spued and it
splashed across his chest. He saw Amy Christians sliding her pink and wet and
smooth and naked pussy down the length of his dick she still holding her
cheerleading pom-poms. A jet of his own cum hit him in the face. He saw his Mom
he saw her face he saw her smooth wet lips accentuate her mouth she wore her
favorite headband - yellow and black and distinctly African she wore her
favorite dress - red and black and yellow and wrapped loosely but sclupted to
her chest her breasts, large, perfectly rounded he saw a hint of cleavage and he
slid his dick between her tits. Mikey's penis fell limp and lifeless and his
hand fell away beside it. Even as the orgasm still tingled through his body, he
felt guilty for what he'd done. His mother? Where had that come from? He'd never
had a sexual thought about her in his life. Yet as if he had dedidicated some
sexual memorial to her, his last masturbatory image had been of her. The guilt
grabbed his hand and reached the tissues and tried to wipe him clean of what
he'd done. Cum had dripped off his chest, his neck, his face and now his bed was
nothing for his Mom to make. He bundled up the bedspread put it in his closet,
grabbed a towel, and got into the shower. As the hot water began to rinse him
clean, he relaxed a little. "No big deal. A freak thought entered my mind in the
throes of passion." Mikey washed himself thoroughly head to toe, and the more he
washed the better he felt. He shut off the water, dried himself, wrapped a towel
around himself and headed for his room. WANNA MORE FAMILY INCEST STORIES?
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