African Prince : Chapter 7

Chapter 7 : 100% fiction!

When his Mom got home, Mikey was in the shower. He was still reeling from what he'd seen but the hot water was starting to clear his head. In his mind, he tried to reaffirmed that he had not jerked off to Julie being raped, but to her naked body. What young male would not be aroused by the sight of a beautiful young body slicked down and dripping with cum? He felt like he should do something or tell somebody about what was going on in the Osbourne house- but how could he explain his own presence there? Mikey's actions weren't exactly that of a role model citizen either. As he got out of the shower and toweled himself off, he was still confused, but at least he had calmed down. As he wrapped the towel around himself he heard a light knock on the door. "Mikey?" It was his Mom. Her voice was sweet and calm, unlike when he had last seen her this morning. "I'm home. When you come out of there..."

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Mikey interrupted by opening the door. His Mom gave him a wide and warm smile and continued, "I was just going to say, I brought some ice cream, whip cream, hot fudge, and cherries home. I'm going to make myself a sundae. If you'd like to join me for one it would make your old Mom real happy." His Mom's word's were comforting and relieving. He had no idea how she was going to act when she got home. He had been afraid that he might have changed everything between them- but now his Mom seemed as calm and warm and motherly as ever. It felt good. He really needed a Mom about now. Once he had got dressed, he headed down to the kitchen where his Mom already had two huge sundaes whipped up. They sat down at the kitchen table across from one another. Even with his Mom's warm attitude and kind words, he didn't know what to say to her. He still felt a strong tension between them that she did not seem to. He had tried to fuck his Mom last night and again just this morning. What did she think about it? She showed no outward signs of embarrassment, she just smiled and scooped ice cream into her mouth.

 Mikey found himself watching those moist and voluptuous lips again. As she closed them a hint of whip cream squirted through them, touching the corner of her lips. She had a smile- No, a smirk- on her face as she ate. And she said nothing. Mikey tried to keep from looking at her by continually averting his eyes elsewhere. Her lips kept calling his eyes back, reminding him of how they felt against his mouth in the passionate kiss they engaged in just that morning. His Mom seemed somehow confident. That confidence combined with the mysterious smirk on her lips made her look sexier than ever. It was like she knew something he did not and she wasn't talking. When the silence finally broke it was Mikey. "Mom," He began but then his will to speak fizzled out as he looked up at her face. That face that had always been his stability, that face always tucked him in at night, that face always made his lunch and pecked him on the cheek as he went off to school. He couldn't tell if it was still her - his Mom. He looked at her. He looked at her smirk, her moist full lips, her smooth skin- the skin that yesterday had had his cum dripping off it - and he wondered if that had changed everything - if it had ruined everything.

But her calm, her peacefulness was even more frustrating. Why wasn't she worried? Why didn't this bother her? He had tried to fuck her for christ's sake. With his frustration, Mikey began again, this time with in a loud and angry voice he had never addressed his Mom in before, "Dammit Mom!" Mikey exploded. "Doesn't it bother you? I came on you. I spewed on your face. You tasted my cum." "Michael Kulu Harrison!" His Mom's gentle smile was ripped off her face as she responded angrily to the profanity. "You watch your mouth, young man. Don't you ever talk to your mother that way. If your father ever heard you talking like that he would beat some sense into you. What's the matter with you?" "Dad's dead Mom. He's not gonna stop me from saying what I want." Mikey lost all control, the stress of what had happened between him and his Mom and about what he had seen happen to Julie Osbourne all came rushing to the surface.

And that stress, that frustration, that confusion now flowed uninhibited to the surface and out through his angry words. "He couldn't stop you from jerking me off and licking up my cum. What's the matter with you?" His mother began to ball. Mikey immediately felt terrible for what he said. "I'm sorry," Mikey said standing up and turning to walk around the table that separated them. "I'm sorry, Mom." He stepped up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "It's just... I'm... What we..." He stuttered not knowing how to undo what he'd said. "It's just I don't know what to think, Mom. I'm confused. I love you. I love you, Mom." Mikey put his other hand on her other shoulder. "I'm so sorry." His Mom regained control of her tears. "I know Mikey. I can imagine how you must feel. How confused you must be." She turned her head around behind her so she could look as her son. "It's just we have to talk. There's something I must ask you, and first there's something I must tell you." "What?" Mikey asked. "It seems like you've had some big secret ever since we, well, it happened. What the hell is it? Please Mom clue me in, this is driving me crazy. I just don't know what to think."

"Okay. Yes, there is something," she admitted. "I wanted us both to clear our heads first. That's why I went out today. We needed to be apart. I wanted you to try to sort out your own feelings before I talked to you. I don't know if it worked or not, but I can't wait any longer to tell you. I can see what internal havoc this is reeking in you." Mikey just stared at her blankly, not even capable of imagining what she was about to say. "What? What is it?" he asked. "I have a possible solution to our problems. But first you must understand that the solution might raise just as many bizarre feelings in you as did the problem - namely our incest." Mikey just stared. She continued, "Mikey, incest is wrong. You and I were both raised in this culture, the most deeply seeded rules dictate that sexual relations between family members is wrong. Terribly wrong. This is why you and I have both been feeling guilty about what we've done. It was incest. Last night on the couch and this morning in my bed, what we did was incest.

What we did was wrong." "So why are you so calm? Almost... happy?" Mikey asked, more confused about what his mother was getting at then ever. "Mikey, please," his Mom pleaded, "Let me finish. "I'll explain," she said, taking Mikey's hand into her own. "You know what a spiritual person I've always been. I've told you many times about the beliefs of our ancestors. But I haven't told you all their beliefs. "Mikey, my people... our people, our culture... I'm not talking about all Africans here, I mean our nation, our tribe... the beliefs that were passed down from your grandparents, from my grandparents, from my great grandparents. I've never told you this before Mikey, but we are royalty... I mean we should have been royalty... My father was a leader.. a king of sorts... "I was destined to be a princess, Mikey. But there's nothing left to rule... our people are gone, our culture is gone.

The only thing our ancestors have left is a few vague memories of my parents, of their way, and what my older sisters have always told me. They remember much more about Africa than me, Mikey. They remember mom and dad... They remember stories... They remember their riches and jewels... The remember their beliefs." "But Mom, what does this have to do with u.s.. with our wrong doing?" Mikey asked, still confused as to where all this was leading. "Patience, Mikey, patience," she said as she gently ran her hand across his shoulders. "I'm getting to that." She paused now, knowing that what she was about to say had the potential to change the relationship between her and her son forever. "Mikey, when your father died, your aunt expressed her sorrow to me that you were so young. That you were too young to..." She paused here and looked deep into her son's eyes. "...to take his place. Mikey in our African culture it is acceptable, even expected that the eldest son marry his mother if she becomes a widow." Mikey looked at her in disbelief. He started to speak but he had no words to respond. "Mikey, its okay. Just listen for a minute. Now I have always known about this tradition, but until last night I never planned on telling you. Incest is the greatest taboo in this culture. It's wrong here. As much as I like to feel in touch with my ancestors, the truth is I have lived here most of my life, just like you.

I had all those horrible guilty feelings too, just like you Mikey. But last night on the couch and this morning in my bed, I want nothing more than for us to be joined... to have you inside of me, Mikey." Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother did want him. She still wanted him and hearing her talk about it was making him hard. Still, he could find no words to speak. She continued, "Now Mikey, you have to understand, what I'm talking about here isn't just a poor excuse for a sexually deprived woman and her horny young son to act out some perverted fantasy. Mikey, I'm talking about a commitment here. I'm talking about performing an old ritual, I'm talking about you and I getting married. I'm talking about you committing your life to me. Again, Mikey could not comprehend. Married? Was he really hearing this? He stared at her blankly. "Mikey, what I'm saying is I want you to be my African Prince. I want you to take the place of Dad. I want you to fill the hole in my life created when your father died. I can perform the ceremony. Friends and relatives are supposed to attend, to celebrate, but we will have to be very secretive. I want to perform the ceremony right here, tonight. The ancestors will understand. Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing. And the look in his Mom's eyes. He could see that she was not only serious, she was eager to begin what she was talking about. She stood up and walked around to Mikey's side of the table.

She put her hands on her son's shoulders and asked, "What do you say, baby?" Mikey just sat unresponsive for another moment. His Mom began massaging his shoulders gently, and after a moment slid one hand down her son's chest. She pressed her face into the back of his still damp medium-length frizzy hair. She slid her hand under the bottom of his shirt and slid her smooth dark hand across his stomach and up to his chest. She gave one of his nipples a gentle pinch. Mikey jumped in his chair at the touch. His dick hardened quickly. He could deny it no more. He leaned to the side and turned his head to face hers. He reached up to her head and pulled her lips to his. Open-mouthed, mother and son kissed. Mikey could smell his mother's sexy scent as his tongue swirled aggressively around hers. She slid her hand down from his chest to the hem of his pants. She fiddled with the button momentarily before finally undoing it and zipping down Mikey's pants. Still kissing, she reached into her son's underwear to grasp his penis with her smooth motherly hand. Now she used her other hand to pull his shirt over his head. He reached to his Mom's tits and filled both his hands with her large breasts.

Meanwhile his Mom began to lightly stroke his dick inside his underpants. He started to pull his Mom's shirt off, and she momentarily stopped stroking to take her shirt off. Mikey quickly unclipped his Mom's bra as she slid his underwear down and resumed stroking, a little harder now. He started to involuntarily hump his Mom's hand as he moved his mouth to take his Mom's nipple into his mouth. He lightly bit at her nipple and she gasped in response. Mikey slid one hand down to he inner thigh and began lightly rubbing her leg while slowly getting closer to her pussy. His Mom began breathing sharply in sync with his hand; when he finally put his hand down on her panty clad mound, he felt her wetness, and he heard her soft shriek. He began rubbing her pussy through her panties. The two both began breathing harder as they stroked each other. Mikey soon slid his hand under his Mom's panties, then pushed them down just past her pussy.

He began sliding his middle finger up and down the length of her slit and his Mom began gasping and crying out. When he finally dipped his finger inside her she cried out his name. The moment of truth had arrived, Mikey climbed on top of his mother's sleek black body, feeling the smooth flesh of her inner thighs as his thighs came to rest between hers. Almost without knowing how his stiff little prick found its way to his mother's slick slit and his tense body thrust and then thrust again. To the boy's amazement he felt the most glorious felling in his life as he sank to the hilt into his mother's wet, hot embrace.

 Mind numb but body quivering with unimagined sensations the young black prince began to thrust eagerly in and out of his mother's willing submissive body, faster and harder the young man thrust as he did what his heritage demanded. Mikey's mother was hugging his taught young body to her and moaning in deep pleasure as her only son thrust into with abandon, the freedom of naked sex, uninhibited thought, nothing but animal need mixed with deep abiding love, made their simultaneous climax something the would never forget. This moment would live with them forever. Mikey's orgasm was so intense that he almost blacked out as he came deep in his mother's body, gasping for breath at the wondrous release like nothing he'd ever experienced before and after-wards all he could hear was both his and him mother's sobbing gasps of wonder and spent pleasure. And now, they lives had truly changed, no going back....

Epilogue: A few years and one child later Mikey and his mother took in Julie Osbourne after Mikey had beaten her father senseless and had warned him that if he every even looked at his daughter again, Mikey and his mother would call the police and tell them what had been going on. Shortly after taking Julie in, Mikey now 19 years old, married Julie with his mother's blessing so he could legally protect her from her father and they lived a polygamous and indecently incestuous life from that time forward. Not a bad life if you can get it. Wouldn't you agree? END