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African Prince Chapter 3 Mikey sat on the couch watching tv. He heard a car door
in the driveway and he looked at the clock. It was 10:00pm. His Mom was back
already? He got up and walked to the front door. Just as he was reaching for the
handle to open the door, it turned the door opened and his Mom came in. The look
on her face was not happy. She said hi matter-of-factly and walked past Mikey.
Mikey wasn't sure what to think. "What's the matter Mom? He wasn't good-looking
after all?" Mikey asked, not sure if joking was the right thing to do or not.
"Oh he was good-looking alright," She said, obviously distraught. "But the man
is a fucking pig." Mikey had never heard her Mom swear like that before, and he
knew something must have went really wrong. "He had nothing intelligent to say,
and all he did was stare and my chest and he kept trying to slide his hand up my
dress, and he was a slobbering fool who chewed with his mouth open," She went on
hysterically, "And he took me to the seediest bar I have ever been in, and he-"
But she burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. Mikey had never
seen his Mom like this and he wasn't immediate sure what to do. He slowly
approached her and tried to speak some comforting words. He put his hand on her
back. Still balling she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. And she did
not let go. She buried his face in his shoulder and continued to weep
hysterically. She was squeezing him so hard Mikey was finding it hard to
breathe. After struggling for enough air to speak, he suggested she sit down on
the couch. She complied, and Mikey sat down next to her. The tv was still on he
grabbed the remote control and flicked it off. Then he looked over into his
mother's eyes. "I don't think I'll ever be able to find another man like your
father, Mikey." Tears wear still rolling down her cheeks, but she was struggling
to hold them back now. "I think you've just got to give it time, Mom." Mikey
said without much confidence. He wasn't really sure what to say. He wasn't used
to comforting his mother Usually it was the other way around. "Oh, why did they
have to do it?" She burst out it to full fledged balling again. "Why did they
have to kill your father, Mikey? Why?" Her words turned into sobs, and she
grabbed Mikey and hugged him even tighter than before. There was nothing he
could say, he knew he just had to be there for her. He hugged back and whispered
in her ear that it was alright. Eventually her sobs silenced and her tears
dried. But Mikey and his Mom still held their hug. Mikey rested his head upon
his mother's breast, but there were no sexual thoughts now. In fact, there were
no thoughts at all. The two of them rested, arms entwined, silently enjoying
each other's comfort. After what seemed like hours the embrace ended. Mikey's
Mom's face was calm and collected once again. Mikey suggested that they pop up
some pop corn, butter it up good, and watch the late night movie on cable.
"That's the best idea I've heard in a long time." Her voice was calm again, but
softer and more vulnerable sounding than Mikey had heard ever before. Mikey
volunteered to do the corn popping, and his Mom said she would go upstairs to
get changed. Although they had a hot air popcorn maker, both of them liked it
better the old fashioned way. He poured in the oil, the kernels, cranked up the
heat, and started shaking. As the sound of popping corn started to subside,
Mikey's Mom came back downstairs. She was wearing a light silky nightgown. Mikey
glanced over from the bulging popcorn pot and gave his Mom a warm smile. She had
washed up and calmed down, and it was all but impossible to tell she had been
crying ten minutes earlier. "I'm sorry, Mikey. I really overreacted. After all
it was only one date." She smiled a wide smile and Mikey was truly happy to see
his Mom had cooled down. " I'm sure there's plenty of good men out there."
"That's the spirit." Mikey tried to sound encouraging, but his mind was
wandering from her words. Mikey could see the outlines of his Mom's nipples
through the nightgown. He watched her moist lips accent her smile as she
continued to joke about her date. When she turned around to set up the tv for
the movie, his eyes once again fell to her ass. He watched as her cheeks move up
and down, each in turn. He looked at the way her dark skin contrasted with the
pale nightgown. He watched her hair glide across the back of the nightgown as
she walked. He looked at her lower legs, the nightgown came right to her knees,
and he noticed for the first time how shapely her legs really were. He watched
the point where the skin met the nightgown. There was something so intruiging
about that point. "What are you doing?!" He screamed inside. He took his hand
and slapped his own face. "What was that?" He heard his Mom call out from the tv
room. Without answering he poured the popcorn into a bowl, soaked it in melted
butter, and walked into the other room. His Mom was taking up the whole couch.
She was laying on her side, her head resting on her forearm. "Where am I
supposed to sit?" Mikey asked, feigning playfulness, but actually quite
concerned with the situation because of these unwanted sexual feelings he'd been
having about his Mom. "Oh, Come on." She smiled playfully. "You used to cuddle
with your old Mom." "How are we going to watch a movie like this?" Mikey asked,
trying to find some excuse to get out of it. But he already felt his dick
stirring, he would have to lay down soon so she did not notice it. She slid back
so that she was still taking up the length of the couch, but she was pressed up
against the back of the couch so there was room to lay in front of her. She
patted the open space invitingly. Mikey felt his dick rising, so he obliged. He
layed in front of her with his back to her. His Mom put her arm over him and the
movie came on. Mikey's dick immediately became fully erect. He was
simulataneously stimulated, disgusted, and scared of being caught. He was
slightly further down the couch than his Mom and her breasts were pushing
against the back of his neck through the thin nightgown. His Mom asked him what
the movie was about, completely unaware of the havoc she was reeking in her son.
Mikey tried to be cool, but his erection was unbelievably hard. His Mom ran his
finger through his hair, and he gasped out loud. "Jees, your mister tense all of
a sudden." She said. Mikey wasn't sure what to say, the sensation of his Mom's
fingers going through his hair was almost too much to bear. "Do you want to try
and pay attention to the movie, Mom?" Mikey said in an almost annoyed tone of
voice. He felt bad but he had to do something. He wanted to get up, but his
erection would be immediately noticeable. He was stuck and his dick felt like it
was going to burst. "All right, all right, mister serious", his Mom said as she
blew on the back of his neck. Mikey took a deep breath - this was too much, he
was too close to her, she was too beautiful - but he tried to disguise it as
frustration. Finally they settled into watching the movie. Mikey's erection did
not subside, and the feel of his Mom's breasts on the back of his neck was
unbelievable. But he used everything he had to keep himself in check. But he had
to - this was his Mom! His Mom pulled a blanket over both of them, and that made
him feel a little better His bulge was less likely to be discovered. After about
a half hour of this torment, with Mikey trying to keep his mind on the movie,
his Mom said she had to run to the bathroom. As she walked away Mikey looked at
that perfect ass again, and this time reached into his pants and gave his dick a
few strokes as he was doing it. The sexual desire was so strong, he couldn't
even feel that guilt that been tearing him up earlier. He knew he couldn't get
up, his erection was bigger than ever. Before he knew it he was looking as his
Mom's nipples through her nighty as her tits gently bounced as she walked back
to the couch. Not knowing what else to do, Mikey slid back on the couch so that
he was the one against the back of the couch. Before he knew it his Mom was
laying in front of him, her back to his chest. She snuggled up against him
playfully. Innocently. But Mikey did not feel innocent at all. He pulled his
hips back against the back of the couch as hard as he could. His chest was
pressed firmly against her back. Her hair was flowing teasingly right in front
of his face. He couldn't help but smell it on every breath, and it was the most
erotic smell he could imagine. He was physically exerting extreme effort to keep
his erection out range of his Mom's ass. He was pushing his ass hard against the
back of the couch, and the cushion was pushing back. There was no way he could
maintain this for long, not even physically, say nothing of the sexual desires.
He put his arm around his Mom. She clasped his hand in both of hers, and pulled
it to her chest. She held it there just above her breasts. Mikey could hold out
no longer. He pressed his nose into her hair, and took a deep breath. He relaxed
his hips and his erection, bound inside his pants, pressed up against his Mom's
plump ass. He heard her gasp. Mikey felt terrible, but there was nothing he
could do. He tightened his arm around her, in some attempt to show his sorrow.
Every breath he took he breathed through her hair. His mortified eyes seeking
shelter saw everything through a mask of her black locks. He felt his Mom's
grasp on his hand tighten, and he didn't know what it meant. He did not move, he
stayed perfectly still, dreadfully awaiting her reaction. It didn't come. His
dick seemed to get even harder. Still bound unmercifully in his pants, he was
starting to feel pain. Still his Mom held still, held his hand, and his face
stayed buried, scared, ashamed, in her waves of black hair. Still no answer,
still nothing, he still did not know what to think. An airy sea of pain and
shame and confusion consumed him and he seem stranded there for hours. And at
last an answer. One way or the other would be better than this abyss. He felt
the mound of flesh his penis pushed upon- push back. His Mom pushed her ass
backwards, into him. For better or for worse, it was what he needed. She
released his hand, and he couldn't help but grab her breast. His hand filled
with flesh, and through her nightgown he gently caressed it. He felt her nipple
with his thumb, and through the silk ran circles around the little peak. His Mom
gasped and started breathing heavily. Meanwhile, he pushed back. He began to
slowly, gently dry hump his Mom's ass. It was fleshy shapely firm and round. He
slid his other hand down and grabbed a fistful of her ass. As he did his Mom
took in a short gasp. Mikey wasn't thinking now, it had already begun. He pushed
her hair aside and kissed her on the neck. He ran his tongue across her skin up
into her ear. And he whispered. "I'm taking it out, Mommy." She responded with
nothing but something between a gasp and a cry. And he moved his hand from her
ass to his own zipper. His Mom heard the sound of his zipper, and didn't know
what to think. What was she doing? But even as the doubts and confusion ran
through her mind, Mikey shuffled his pants and underwear down to just below his
balls. It wasn't exactly sexual freedom, but it was all he would need. Mikey
kissed his Mom again, stretching forward to reach the side of her face. While
one hand continued to caress his mother's breast, the other reached the hem of
her nightgown. The magic point where her dark flesh intersected the silky off-
white material of her nighty moved up her legs to and past the hump of her ass.
From behind Mikey slid his hand between her thighs. His Mom half-heartedly held
her legs together, still trying to stop what was about to happen, but showing
she could not. Mikey's dick, now quite free, poked against her ass. He took his
dick in hand and guided it between her thighs. The top side of his dick slid up
against his Mom's panties, and now he felt how wet they were. She wanted this as
well. The tip of Mikey's dick poked out between her legs, and his Mom's hand
reached down to feel it. Her long and gentle fingers laid in upon his shaft. She
reached between her own legs and stroked and squeezed her son's penis for the
first time. Mikey began to hump his dick between her thighs as she gently
caressed it. The top of his penis was rubbing up against her wet and panty clad
vagina. The sensation was exquisite. Mikey paused his humping, and reached in to
free his mother's pussy of the thin panty shield. His mother cried out as he
reached beneath her panties and sunk his fingertip inside. He pulled the panties
to the side and continued humping as before now the top side of his dick sliding
across his mothers bare slit. He pulled back and pushed the tip to the entrance
of his Mom's pussy. He started to push forward but she grabbed onto his dick.
"No, not now. I know we gone this far and I know you've got to finish, but we
have to talk before you go in." She said between gasps and cries and deep
breaths. "Mom, I've got to. You don't understand." "I do. I know. I'll help you
finish, you just can't go in." She guided his head away from the entrance, but
continued to stroke. Mikey, frustrated, but with no other choice continued to
fuck her inner thighs. With each pump his dick slid across his Mom's clit, and
her gasps were faster and her cries louder with every stroke. Mikey felt it
swell up inside of him, and he knew he was going to blow. He pulled his dick
from between her legs and rolled her on her back. He lifted one leg over her,
and facing her, straddled her stomache. His Mom took both her hands, encircled
his penis, and stroked him over the edge. Her nightgown was still on and he was
regretful he could not see her tits as he came. But there was no time for that
now as his dick began to spu. As cum streaked across her nightgown, he watched
his mother's eyes. They were fixated upon his penis and the jets of cum that
flew. As his dick began to pump, he watched his mother's lips. They were moist
and plump and somehow embodied her beauty, her womanhood It was something he had
seen in her for the first time just the day before. He watched her mouth- the
subtle movements of her lips as they seemed to mouth inaudible obscenities. The
first three squirts of cum landed on her nightgown, the fourth upon her neck.
The fifth and sixth hit her square across the face. He watched his mother run
her tongue full circle round the outside of her mouth, tasting all the cum she
could get her tongue to reach. With one hand still gently holding her only son's
penis, she used the other to gently massage his cum into her face. Mikey looked
deep into his mother's eyes before leaning forward and letting himself fall atop
her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her harder than he ever had.
Mikey began to cry. "Honey, there's something I must do." Mikey's Mom said in a
voice as sweet and motherly as ever. "Baby, can you push over for a second?
Because I didn't let you go in I've got to finish up." "I can help you out,
Mom." Mikey said making a gesture with his tongue, tears still running down his
cheeks. "Look, we're going to have to talk. For now I must do this myself."
Mikey rolled off to the side. He watched his Mom strip her soaking panties off
and spread her knees apart. She reached down between her legs, and a light and
pure and womanly cry escaped her mouth. Mikey, wedged between his masturbating
Mom and the back of the couch, managed to sit up. He got his first glimpse of
his Mom's pussy. It was a sight more majestic than he ever would have imagined.
He had seen his share of pornography and he of course enjoyed it, but they were
mostly photos of white women. He had never seen a naked African and certainly
not one as glorious as his Mom. He had never seen any woman as glorious as her.
Her pussy lips were even darker then the skin around them, and there was
something so provocative about just that. But as he watched his mother slide
across and shallowly delve into her slit he saw her inner lips. The deep pink
contrasted so obviously, so beautifully, so moistly - he could only think of
fruit. Mikey thought of the black raspberries he picked behind his house every
summer. When you bit down on them they burst at once, releasing juice somehow
both tart and sweet. His Mom's breath became faster, her cries shorter, higher.
His dick began to get hard again Watching his own mother bring herself to climax
was nothing short of painfully erotic. His eyes moved from his Mom's pussy to
her face. Her eyes closed, her head back, her lips slightly parted allowing her
sensual cries to escape into the air She looked so precious. Mikey watched her
face as she came. Her eyes closed tighter, wrinkling her face. She inhaled
deeply and held it in. She lifted her head from the arm of the couch. Her lips
sealed. A strained look fell upon her face. A few seconds past. All at once the
tension broke, her eyes relaxed. Her lips parted once again. She leaned her head
back. And as she exhaled at last a moan came out and through the moan a word was
sung. "M i k e e e e e ..." They layed together, mother and son, arms entwined
in timelessness. Mikey's dick of course was hard again, but even so he was
content to lay still, his fleshy member pressed up against her skin. WANNA MORE
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