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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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