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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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