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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.
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