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African Prince
Chapter 4
When someone finally stirred it was Mikey. "Mom?"
"Yes, honey?" She said in her sweetest voice.
"Umm," Mikey paused. "I've got to take a leak."
With these words his Mom began to laugh and through her laughter, "Yeah,
me too." With their laughter they regained the will to seperate. Mikey
rolled off his mother and stood up. Still facing her, with her watching
him, he tried awkwardky to put his still hard dick back into his tighty
whitey underpants. Her laughtered intensified and he couldn't help but
join her. As strange as it seemed, he decided to walk to the bathroom,
his mother watching, with his pants still half pulled down.
Once they had both relieved themselves and their laughter had died down,
Mikey wasn't sure how to feel. They met in the kitchen, Mikey with his
pants back on, and his Mom with her now cum-stained nightgown covering
her again. "Mikey dear, we're going to have to talk about this. But
let's leave that for tomorrow, why don't you come upstairs with me.
We'll both get cleaned up and just relax tonight. This was unexpected,
but know that your my son and I love you as my son and for now that won't
change." Mikey wasn't sure quite what she meant by this. His confusion
showed on his face. His mother saw this and spread her arms to hug him;
He moved to her and they embraced. And it was like it always had been;
Although her breasts pushed hard against him, he didn't notice them; It
was as it always had been, her touch was only warm and motherly and
comforting. He felt relieved.
Upstairs they each took their turn in the bathroom. Mikey washed the
smell of his Mom's pussy from his hands. He wet a towel and washed his
penis of remnants of his own dried cum and his mother's juices. He
splashed warm water on his face. His Mom stripped off her cum stained
nightgown and replaced it with a terry cloth robe. She washed her hands
and her face thoroughly with hot water, extracting her son's cum. When
she got out of the bathroom she found Mikey laying on his bed wearing his
jeans but no shirt.
"Mikey, why don't you come sleep with me in my bed tonight. Not as we
were tonight but as we've always been, mother and son." She said,
sitting on the bed beside him, placing her palm lovingly his forehead.
And in a much quieter voice, almost whispering, "I want to be with my
baby, my first and only son. I want to be close to you, I want you to
know how much I love you. I want to be your mother and only your mother
tonight."
"Mom, I love you. That will never change. I know what we did tonight
was wrong--"
"Shhh." She whispered, silencing him by putting her finger on his lips.
"We'll talk tomorrow. For now, be at peace. Let me be your mother and
let us sleep beside each other. I need this to remember you as my only
son and only my son."
"But, what do--" Mikey started to object, confused. What did his mother
mean?
"Shhh." She put his hand over his mouth and kissed him on the forehead.
"Come with me." Taking his hand she stood up and helped him to his
feet. Hand in hand they walked to the hall and toward her room.
"Mom," Mikey said, letting go of her hand. "I'm going to go grab a glass
of water. I'll be right in." His Mom smiled in agreement and let him
go. As Mikey walked back downstairs and into the kitchen thoughts we
racing through his mind. His mother seemed okay with everything that had
happened, but he wasn't sure he was. Right now he saw her as his mother,
the loving mother he had always known. He felt that guilt again. He
felt nothing sexual towards her now and he was confused as to why she was
doing this. He filled a glass with water and thirstily gulped it down.
He filled it up again and reluctantly made his way back upstairs.
As he turned into his mother's room, he saw she was already in bed and
under the covers. He looked at her, and she smiled to him. And that
smile was so motherly and so comforting that once again Mikey felt
alright. He walk over to the bed and set the glass upon the headboard.
He reached down to the button of his jeans, but hesitated. His Mom
smiled and said, "It's okay honey, I know you usually sleep in your
underwear. There's no reason tonight should be any different. I'm your
mother and your my son." Her words were so relieving. This was his Mom,
the woman he had always felt so close to. The sexual thoughts he had
earlier seemed so perverted, so misguided, but now everything was okay.
Everything was back to how it always had been. Mikey unbuttoned,
unzipped, and dropped his pants. His penis soft, wearing just his
underwear, he climbed into bed with his Mom.
He shuffled over in bed until he was beside her. He rolled over halfway
so he was facing her and she him. He looked into her eyes as she smiled
and briefly closed them. Her face was so warm, so noble. His Mom gazed
back admiring her son's innocent but strong facial features. In him she
saw a face that made her believe a part of her husband was still alive.
The moment between them was too strong. They needed to be closer and
they both moved towards each other, arms out stretched. They pulled
themselves together, until flesh pressed against flesh. Mikey then
realized his Mom was fully naked. Her bare breasts pushed against him as
they never had before. But somehow it was okay, it was motherly; Even
her nakedness was motherly. The feeling was so pure, so right, that
neither he or his Mom had felt his dick get hard. Nevertheless, in their
closeness his hardness pressed flat against her naked slit- only the
cotton of his underpants keeping them apart - but somehow this wasn't
sexual; This was mother and son in the ultimate embrace. They both
began to weep. They were not tears of sadness. They were tears of
comfort, of love, of closeness, of a truth between them so deep it seemed
they never could be seperated. And they slept.
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