African Prince : Chapter 3

100% fiction!

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. He 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..." 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 her 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 intriguing he couldn't tear his
eyes away.

"What are you doing?!" He screamed inside. He took his
hand and slapped his own face.

"What was that?" 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 laid 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
simultaneously 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 her fingers through his hair and he gasped out
loud.

"Jeez, mister, you're 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 nightie 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 her 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 got even harder. Still bound unmercifully in
his pants, he was starting to feel pain.

Still his Mom stayed 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, Mom."

She responded with something between a gasp and a soft
cry. But determinedly, he moved his hand from her ass
to the zipper of his pants. 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 flashed
through her mind, her son 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 nightie moved up her legs to and past the hump
of her ass.

Then from behind Mikey slid his hand between his
mother's thighs. She 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 boy didn't really know what he was doing, he was
only acting on instinct now and he slid the top side of
his dick slid up against his Mom's panties and felt how
wet they were.

The tip of Mikey's stiff little dick poked out between
his mom's legs and her hand reached down to feel it.
Her long gentle fingers wrapped around 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, I know we've gone this far, and I know you've got
to finish, but we have to talk before you go in honey,"
She said between gasps.

"Mom, I've got to, I can't stop now. You don't
understand."

"I do understand honey. I know. I'll help you finish,
you just can't go in me," she said as she guided the
head of his stiff little prick away from her entrance,
but she continued to stroke him.

Mikey was frustrated, but with no other choice he
continued to fuck her inner thighs and fist. With each
pump his dick slid across his Mom's clit and her gasps
became faster and her cries louder with every stroke.

Mikey felt his orgasm swell up inside of him and he
knew he was going to blow any second. He pulled his
dick from between his mother's legs and rolled her on
her back. He lifted one leg over her and facing her,
straddled her stomach.

His Mom didn't fight him as he took both her hands,
encircled his penis with them, and urged her to stroke
him over the edge. Her nightgown was still on and he
was regretful he could not see her tits as he was about
to cum. But there was no time for that now as his stiff
throbbing dick began to spew.

Cum slapped across her nightgown. He watched his
mother's eyes as jet after jet shot out of him. Her
eyes were fixated upon his penis and the jets of cum
that flew from it.

As he came, 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 emotions.

His 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's always been a prodigious
cummer, but this time he felt like his body was
exploding.

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 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 before, grateful, loving her. Mikey began to cry.

"Honey, there's something I must do," she 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 myself."

"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 his mother 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.

"MIKEEEEE!!!"

They laid 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...