AFRICAN PRINCE

As Mikey mechanically got off the school bus and turned 
toward his house he mentally kicked himself for missing 
his stop again. The monotony of six years of elementary 
school and a year and a half of junior high had given 
him an uncanny ability to zone out and disappear into 
his own fantasy world. Unfortunately this ability 
reared its head regularly, wanted or not. For the 
hundredth time he reassured himself that it was no big 
deal. He would walk an extra half mile or so today. 

As Mikey walked, still in the fog that had caused him 
to miss his stop, he kicked rocks and sticks and any 
other targets that happened to come in range of his 
foot without forcing him to break stride. What was 
really on his mind however was the erection that had 
sprung on him during his bus ride, thinking about his 
neighbor Julie Osbourne. He thought she was the cutest 
girl in school and he kept imagining all sorts of 
things. 

Julie had moved into his neighborhood two years 
earlier. Although she lived right down the street from 
Mikey and was always especially nice to him in school, 
he was just too shy to talk to her on his own after 
school. They often talked in school and she was 
downright flirtatious with him at times. Although he 
enjoyed this immensely, his shyness was overpowering. 
He always wanted to further the relationship, but he 
could only manage to do so in his fantasies. 

Perhaps his shyness arose from the fact that he felt so 
out of place in his small, white, largely Christian 
town. Mikey's Mom was African from Kenya and his father 
had been of Native American descent. His Mom was a 
deeply spiritual person, but this quality seemed to 
Mikey to come out as eccentricity. The house was 
thoroughly decorated with African and Native American 
art. To Mikey it was all just a reminder of how 
different his house was from everyone else's in town. 

Trying to think of other things, Mikey managed to get 
his erection down to a softer, controlled, less visible 
phenomena before he entered the house. His Mom had 
baked some cookies for him - the closest thing to junk 
food he ever found at home. He gobbled the cookies down 
one by one, pausing only for intermittent gulps of 
milk. 

"I've got to go to the bank and run some errands, 
honey," his Mom said in her sweet motherly voice. 

Even though he was embarrassed of his Mom's 
eccentricity and sometimes even her race, Mikey loved 
his mother dearly and he felt closer to no one else. He 
had only a couple of vague memories of his father. He 
was killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small child. 
His mother believed the policemen had killed her 
husband out of mistaken identity, brutality, or racism. 

Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime the 
policemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaine 
on her husband. He was a strong man and a good husband, 
and with justice never having been served nearly ten 
years later it still tore her up inside. 

"Okay," Mikey replied, hiding his genuine happiness 
that she was going out. He would have a chance to take 
care of his horniness at last. Still sitting at the 
kitchen table, his erection started to swell again, and 
he pulled his tee-shirt down to be sure his Mom 
couldn't see the bulge. He waited and watched as she 
got her purse and keys together and finally went out 
the door with the final words, "I'll be back in a 
little bit." 

As soon as the door closed behind her, Mikey got up and 
walked to the bathroom. He retrieved a handful of 
tissues and proceeded upstairs to his room. He was 
quite paranoid of being caught, and on his way by 
locked the front door to slow his Mom down if she came 
home sooner than expected. As he entered his room, he 
closed the door firmly behind him, pulled all the 
shades in his room, and got naked. 

There was something energetic and erotic about just his 
own nakedness and especially so with sexual thoughts 
about Julie racing through his head at a phenomenal 
rate. He laid down on his bed, his erection 
unbelievably complete. The skin on his penis was so 
taught that the slightest touch by his own hand sent a 
shiver through him. He couldn't believe how charged up 
he was. It seemed his erection was bigger and harder 
than it ever had been before. 

As thoughts of Julie naked, smiling, running her hands 
across his bare chest filled his mind, he began to 
slowly stroke. Mikey forced his imagination to back 
step the encounter with her. He liked to imagine the 
seduction, the kissing, the removal of clothing, the 
sucking of nipples, eating her out, her giving him 
head, and not until he was ready to blow did he reach 
the ultimate fantasy of sinking his dick into her. One 
by one he proceeded through vivid mental images of the 
encounter, stroking himself slowly, forcing himself to 
slow or stop when he felt close to the edge. 

Although Mikey had only been masturbating for about a 
year, he had mastered the technique of bringing himself 
to mind-blowing ecstasies. Whenever he masturbated he 
tried to make it the best he could. He had realized 
early, the sacred rule of masturbation. There is no 
point in rubbing yourself raw for a mediocre reward; If 
you're going to do it, do it right. 

His Mom's spirituality and her philosophical of 
strength  had made him a perfectionist in many 
respects. Mikey's upbringing was both solid and 
chaotic. His Mom was truly a role model, and internally 
Mikey was strong like her. But when it came to dealing 
with the external world, socially, Mikey faltered in 
embarrassment and fear. 

Mikey's stiff little prick was oozing pre-cum at a 
prodigious rate. Meanwhile, Julie had just planted her 
first kiss upon the head of his penis. He had a crystal 
clear vision of her wrapping her lips around just the 
head of his penis as she looked into his eyes. He 
removed his hand from his penis momentarily as this 
image was just too much to hold out any longer. It was 
too late. 

He began sliding his open fist up and down the length 
of his penis faster than ever as he imagined plunging 
into her from behind. Julie on all fours; Perky breasts 
shooting down toward the bed that they were on; Her 
cries piercing the air as she screamed his name in 
passion. As he began to spew, the first blast of cum 
landed on his stomach. 

Images began to race through his head. The second, much 
more powerful blast landing in a line running across 
his left nipple. His thoughts raced from Julie to a 
thousand other sexual desires. Another, slapped across 
the center of his chest and landing at the base of his 
neck. Images of girls and women from every aspect of 
his life. He saw his cum splashing on the face of his 
best friend's older sister. A fourth shot of cum hit 
the underside of his chin. 

He saw Mrs. Andersen, his biology teacher, bare-
chested; his cum dripping from her mouth; she rubbed it 
into her tits. And he spewed and spewed and spewed and 
it splashed across his chest. He saw Amy Christians 
sliding her pink and wet and smooth and naked pussy 
down the length of his dick; she still holding her 
cheerleading pom-poms. 

A jet of cum hit him in the face. He saw his Mom; he 
saw her face; he saw her smooth wet lips accentuate her 
mouth; she wore her favorite headband - yellow and 
black and distinctly African; she wore her favorite 
dress - red and black and yellow and wrapped loosely 
but sculpted to her chest; her breasts, large, 
perfectly rounded; he saw a hint of cleavage; and he 
slid his dick between her tits!!

Mikey's penis fell limp and lifeless and his hand fell 
away beside it. Even as the orgasm still tingled 
through his body, he felt guilty for what he'd done. 
His mother? Where had that come from? He'd never had a 
sexual thought about her in his life. Yet as if he had 
dedicated some sexual memorial to her, his last 
masturbatory image had been of her. 

The guilt grabbed his hand and reached the tissues and 
tried to wipe him clean of what he'd done. Cum had 
dripped off his chest, his neck, his face and now his 
bed was nothing for his Mom to make. He bundled up the 
bedspread put it in his closet, grabbed a towel, and 
got into the shower. 

As the hot water began to rinse him clean, he relaxed a 
little. "No big deal. A freak thought entered my mind 
in the throes of passion."

Mikey washed himself thoroughly head to toe, and the 
more he washed the better he felt. He shut off the 
water, dried himself, wrapped a towel around himself 
and headed for his room.


Chapter 2 

"I'm going out tomorrow evening Mikey, so you're going 
to have to make dinner for yourself." Mikey's Mom said 
as she scooped a big spoonful of mashed potatoes onto 
his plate. As always the dinner table was set for two. 
The size of the house seemed so excessive to Mikey's 
Mom, especially since Natasha, Mikey's older sister, 
went away to college. Regardless, she did a good job 
maintaining it, made easier as much of the space was 
never used. 

"You got a hot date Mom?" Mikey joked. He was surprised 
when her answer revealed this to be true. She had not 
seen anyone since her husband's death. Although the 
concept of his mother with another man was foreign to 
him he tried to encourage her as best he could, "Good 
for you. Who is he?" 

He was a man she had met through a friend at work. 
"He's rumored to be quite handsome." Mikey's Mom 
smirked. 

This struck Mikey in a funny way. He had never thought 
of his Mom as a sexual being before. Well until a few 
hours ago that is, but he pushed that out of his mind. 
Now for the first time she was talking about men and 
dating. Even though it made him a little uncomfortable, 
it struck Mikey as a good thing. He didn't necessarily 
want a new father figure in his life, but he knew it 
would be good for her. 

As his Mom got up and began carrying dishes over to the 
sink, Mikey let his eyes fall to her ass. She was truly 
a shapely woman. Mikey's eyes ran down her legs then 
back up across her ass and back to her neatly tied 
hair. She was slim, in good shape, she ate right, and 
she worked out from time to time. Mikey did not feel 
guilty about this. He was not looking at her sexually 
so much as he was sizing her up as a woman for the 
first time. He was impressed, but he forced his eyes 
away. 

*** 

Mikey sat through another boring day of school and 
another monotonous bus ride home but he managed to get 
off at his stop this time. It was Friday and he had 
thought up a plan for this evening's entertainment. His 
Mom was going out, and he had a night of fun planned. 
The woods behind their house ran along the back yards 
of every house on the street. 

He wasn't sure why he had never thought of it before, 
but if he cut through the woods to behind Julie's 
house, he just might be able to catch a glimpse of her 
through the window. The woods were pretty deep and dark 
and he knew that he and his Mom never bothered to pull 
the shades on the windows on the back of their house, 
maybe the Osbourne family was as trusting as his own. 
He felt his penis bulging at the prospect. 

When he got home he waited patiently for nightfall to 
come. 

"Okay honey, he is going to be here any minute." 
Mikey's Mom was dressed just as she had been in his 
fantasy. For a second it made him feel uncomfortable, 
but that was ridiculous - she always wore this outfit 
when she wanted to look especially nice. And she did. 

She looked beautiful. The dress had a loose quality 
about it, but it also showed her curves exquisitely. 
The fabric was light in weight but rich in color. And 
her headband - that headband Mikey had seen so clearly 
in his brief fantasy - held her hair back in a fashion 
half way between chaotic and neat. The necklace she 
wore was both extravagant and simple; It had a 
decorative and tribal quality to it, and it accentuated 
the smooth dark skin of her tall neck. 

If she wore makeup it was applied lightly and with the 
greatest of skill. Her lips were moist and seductive 
and it was almost impossible to tell that she wore a 
thin layer of lip colored lipstick. Mikey couldn't help 
but admire his Mom's beauty once again. 

"There's some leftovers in the fridge you can heat up," 
she explained. "Or you can cook some of this chicken 
and there's rice and peas and green beans... and let's 
see," she continued, while looking through the 
refrigerator. "You could make soup, there's a..." 

"Don't worry Mom, I'll figure something out," Mikey 
interrupted. "I'm a big boy now," he said 
sarcastically. "There's headlights in the driveway. Go 
on, have a good time." He almost couldn't wait for her 
to get out the door. He was getting aroused with 
excitement over his plan. 

"Okay," his Mom said with a hint of anxiety in her 
voice. After all, this was her first date since her 
husband died, and on top of that it was a blind date. 
"I won't be too late." And she smiled nervously and 
spread her arms to give him a hug. Mikey couldn't help 
but take note of how his Mom's large breasts pushed 
into him, just below his shoulders. At 5' 7" Mikey was 
fast approaching her height, but she still had a couple 
of inches on him. She gave him a quick peck on the 
cheek and disappeared out the front door. 

A residual excitement tingled through Mikey. Her 
breasts were both soft and firm and even though he and 
his Mom hugged quite often he had never really paid 
attention how they felt before. The smell of his Mom's 
perfume was barely noticeable; She was a master of 
subtlety, but even as she was already out the door the 
smell stayed with him and excited him even more. 

He touched the moist spot on his cheek where his Mom 
had kissed him, then brought those fingertips to his 
lips and licked them. "What am I doing?" he said out 
loud. "I'm just horny, I didn't jerk off this morning." 
That guilty feeling he had felt the day before 
returned, despite his attempt to explain himself. 

But all these thoughts went out of his mind as soon as 
he remembered his plan. He ran upstairs. He put on his 
black jeans, black sweatshirt, and his black winter 
"burglar" hat. He laced up his boots, and just for 
effect he slid the sheath for his 4" blade onto his 
belt. He took the knife out and looked at in the light 
of his desk lamp. He kept good care of the knife as it 
had been his fathers. He polished it and sharpened it 
regularly. He saw his own face mirrored in the blade. 

There was a path leading out behind his house that ran 
parallel to the street. He could take it most of the 
way, but he would have to cut through some dense swampy 
woods to get within visual range. Halfway there he 
realized he should have brought his binoculars, but he 
was too excited to turn back. He had brought a small 
flashlight but the moon was almost full and he didn't 
want anyone to see a light behind their house, so he 
was not using it. He found his eyes adjusted quite well 
to the dimly lit forest. 

Mikey came out to the edge of Julie's back lawn. 
Immediately, he saw Julie. He couldn't believe his 
luck. Even if he saw her only fully clothed, it was 
already worth the trip. His dick was almost hard all 
the way down here, but upon seeing her it became fully 
erect. She was on the first floor and in the corner of 
the house closest to him. There would be no need for 
binoculars. He could see her perky, developing tits 
forming two tents in her white tee-shirt. 

He could see her face clearly, and for a second almost 
thought she was looking at him. However he knew from 
experience that when you are inside at night with a 
light on, a window might as well be a wall from your 
point of view. He reassured himself and admired her 
beautiful face. 

Mikey's penis was snagged uncomfortably in his 
underwear. He unzipped his pants to rearrange it and 
then decided he might as well leave it out. The 
excitement was overpowering, tingles ran through his 
body, and butterflies tickled his stomach. He began 
stroking himself ravenously. 

She turned and bent over and seemed to be picking 
clothes up off the floor. Frustratingly, she began 
walking in and out of view, apparently tidying up the 
room. What luck it was that her room was on the first 
floor. Timed with each glimpse of her, Mikey stroked 
faster. 

Then as she momentarily disappeared out of view he 
imagined her slim rounded ass, her lips, and the head 
of his penis swirling between them. He imagined her on 
the bed, bent over, her own hand reaching behind her, 
parting her pussy lips with her fingers, inviting his 
entry. He imaged her standing, him right behind her, 
penis pressed against her, him kissing her neck, and 
lifting her skirt, and sliding her panties...

He was about ready to blow she came into view and stood 
facing the window and shook her head lightly tossing 
her hair. Being this close to Julie, his dick in his 
hand, her looking right toward him, was the most erotic 
thing his virgin body had ever felt before.

His body jerked violently as he shot jet after jet hot 
white cum into the air, all the while looking into his 
fantasy's eyes.


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. 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...


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 separate. 
Mikey rolled off his mother and stood up. Still facing 
her, with her watching him, he tried awkwardly to put 
his still hard dick back into his white underpants. Her 
laughter 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." 

"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 somehow 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 separated. 

And they slept...


Chapter 5

Mikey woke to a beam of direct sunlight from the 
skylight above the bed cast into his eye. He shifted 
his head slightly to avoid it. Disoriented- he did not 
have a skylight in his room- it took him a moment to 
remember where he was. He turned his head to the side 
and saw a truly magnificent sight. His Mom lay still 
sleeping, the sunlight had not yet reached her eyes. 

She lay on her back. Blankets had been cast aside 
during the night and for the first time Mikey saw her 
bare tits exposed. Her nipples were amazing- a large 
circle of darker nipple flesh covering the entire 
rounded top sides of each her large breasts- and each 
highlighted in the center a wonderfully steep and round 
nipple tip. 

A night of sexual dreams had his morning boner revved 
up and ready to go. Even before he touched himself 
Mikey felt pre-cum oozing out the tip of his dick. His 
Mom had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. In 
fact, it was only now that Mikey fully realized it, but 
his Mom was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Her body was perfect. Her face was perfection, as if 
sculpted from both wood and stone by master tribal 
artist. The sight of her lips accentuating her slightly 
open mouth glistening in the ambiance of the morning 
light prompted him to reach into his undies and give 
his dick its first few morning strokes. 

At no time during the day was Mikey as horny as he was 
first thing in the morning. Seeing his mother sleeping 
beside him, her beautiful brown tits fully in his view, 
was more than enough to convince him that the previous 
days activities couldn't be a one time thing. He rolled 
up onto his side and slid over towards his mother until 
he was inches from her naked flesh. There was no way he 
could resist. 

He wanted to deliver his first touches perfectly. From 
what she had said the night before he wasn't sure what 
she had in mind, but he was worried she might say no. 
Judging from the pre-cum now oozing from his dick, it 
didn't seem like an answer he could accept. He put one 
hand on his mother's side and slowly, gently slid it 
across her skin up towards her chest. He planted a 
loving kiss upon her cheek as she began to stir. 

Eyes still closed, she rolled over so that she was 
facing him. He took this opportunity to cup and massage 
her breast. With a sleepy look of pleasure, her eyes 
opened and focused upon his face. With recognition of 
who this was, she pulled her head back away from his. 
Mikey ran his fingers gently in a swirl around her 
nipple. His Mom breathed in a gasp of air. Mikey moved 
his head down and his lips to her left nipple. 

It reminded his Mom so clearly of the wonderful and 
sensual feeling she felt when she had breast fed 
Natasha and then Mikey as babies. Her objections were 
forgotten. As her son swirled his tongue around the 
edge of her nipple, she weaved her slender fingers into 
his hair. While continuing to massage his scalp, she 
lightly pulled his head even more into her breast. 

Mikey brought her nipple between his teeth and ever so 
gently rolled it side to side. His Mom cried out 
lightly and passionately dug her nails into his scalp. 
Mikey removed his mouth from her nipple and replaced it 
with his hand while moving to her other breast. Her 
sucked hard on her right nipple while using his thumb 
to swirl around her now saliva wet left one. His Mom's 
soft cries intensified. She pulled his head away from 
her and forcefully brought his lips to hers. 

For the first time in his life, Mikey kissed his Mom in 
a sexual and passionate way; He pushed his tongue 
inside her mouth. She bore her lips into his as she 
rolled her body up and on top of him. Her wet and naked 
cunt once again pushed against his hardness, separated 
only by his cotton underwear. As she kissed him her 
breasts pressed and slid across his bare chest. 

Their nipples collided with a wonderful friction as she 
poked back with her own tongue. He wrapped his arms 
around her and as they kissed he pulled them together 
tightly. Mikey's underwear was still on and he knew 
they had to go. With his mother on top of him, bearing 
into him, he could not reach down there to remove them. 
With a burst of decision, he gained some leverage and 
in one strong and determined move, boldly rolled his 
Mother over so she was under him. 

With her knees spread wide apart and her son in between 
them, his Mom wrapped her legs around him in some kind 
of scissor lock. Continuing to kiss her, he reached to 
his own waistline to pull his underpants down. He 
planted his feet firmly on the bed and got the leverage 
to lift himself slightly off his Mom so he could pull 
them down. 

Awkwardly and hurriedly he managed to get them almost 
to his knees. He pulled one leg up and used his toe to 
grab on and push them the rest of the way down. Finally 
he kicked them off. Mother and son were naked together 
at last. 

He reached to align his pulsating member with his Mom's 
raspberry vagina. As his Mom realized fully what was 
about to happen she cried out Mikey's name. In 
shameless anticipation she squirmed and kicked her head 
back. Mikey pulled his hips back, dick in hand and 
aimed to her like some kind of loaded weapon. 

His Mom's head pressed up against the headboard and 
nudged the glass of water from the night before. The 
glass wobbled and tipped and fell flat on its side, 
delivering a puddle of cold water across her face. The 
glass then rolled off the backside of the bed. 

The shattering sound caused Mikey to hesitated and he 
paused just outside her, trying to make sense of the 
sudden noise. The cold water and the breaking glass 
served as some kind of sobering wake up call for his 
Mom. With her rational mind suddenly coming crashing 
back to her, she planted both her hands on her son's 
naked chest, and with a mighty push, showed her 
strength and threw him off of her. 

Mikey, feeling shocked and rejected and embarrassed and 
horny as he'd ever been, tried to reach for his Mom as 
she got off the bed. Escaping his reach, she walked to 
the doorway and turned to him. Laying naked and hard on 
his mother's bed, he felt so dirty and pathetic. 

"Mikey," His Mom panted, still out of breath. "I'm 
going to take a shower and then I'm going to go out... 
Alone. I want you to cool off. I'm sorry if I've 
confused you, but everything will be okay." 

Mikey felt ashamed, embarrassed, and nude, listening to 
his naked Mom lecture him. He felt so small and out of 
place. He never felt further from his Mom than he did 
at that moment. Tears began to well up in his eyes. She 
continued, "We'll talk about this, but now we must be 
apart." 

With these words Mikey watched his Mom's bare ass as 
she turned and walked into the bathroom. He heard the 
shower go on and he began to cry. As he wept he stroked 
himself. He came all over his naked body; Cum dripped 
off him and onto his mother's bed. As his tears dried 
he dozed off and fell asleep.


Chapter 6

When Mikey awoke, it was almost noon and his Mom was 
gone. Still trying to make sense of the morning's 
events, Mikey got up and ran a hot shower to clean 
himself off of his own dried cum. This time, as he 
washed he felt no better. He felt his Mom had rejected 
him. She had teased him. She was ready to fuck him and 
had stopped because of a goddamned broken glass. 

"That whore," he growled aloud. "She tasted my cum 
yesterday. She was ready to fuck me today." His words 
and his anger got stronger with every syllable he 
spoke. 

But beneath the anger was embarrassment and guilt. Up 
until the day before he would have been ashamed to let 
him Mom see him naked. One of his greatest fears had 
been of her catching him masturbating, yet today his 
Mom had undoubtedly seen him lying on her bed naked, 
covered in his own incestuously generated cum as she 
got out of the shower. 

Mikey didn't know whether to cry in shame or punch the 
shower wall in rage. He did both. He spent the entire 
afternoon pacing, impatiently changing channels on the 
television, and cursing himself and his mother out. He 
was angry at her for letting it happen. He was angry 
with himself for wanting his mother. He was confused. 
He knew he had broken a sacred taboo. But through all 
his rage and confusion and shame and disbelief, he was 
still horny. 

He had been pacing, but now he stopped in the middle of 
the kitchen and pulled out his cock. It didn't matter 
now. He didn't know if anything mattered anymore. Once 
you had cum on your own mother, what rules were left to 
uphold? As darkness began to fall, he began to jerk off 
right in the middle of his house. With the shades all 
open, his pants around his ankles, and the front door 
unlocked, he began to fantasize. 

The first thoughts in his mind were of his Mom. He 
relived his cum hitting her in the face, her tongue 
stretching to taste it. The image was simultaneously so 
perfect, so erotic, so sensual and so perverted, so 
wrong, so very sick. He continued to stroke but forced 
his mind to think of other things. Amy Christians, the 
high school cheerleader. She was naked, she was doing 
one of their cheers. "Be aggressive. B-e aggressive. B-
e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e. Aggressive." She stroked his 
dick and balls with her pom-poms. 

As the chant continued to ring through his head, his 
fantasy wandered. Julie Osbourne. 

"Wait," he said out loud, letting his hand fall away 
from his dick. He could go outside clear his head, and 
jerk off to something he was proud of. Maybe he'd get 
to see some flesh this time. He pulled his pants up 
over his softening dick, and went upstairs to get on 
his newly founded voyeur outfit. 

When Mikey came to the corner where Julie's backyard 
met the marshy edge of the woods, he was sorely 
disappointed. Julie's shades were pulled this time. 
"Fuck," he cursed out loud, then reminded himself to 
keep quiet. He would never be able to live it down if 
he got caught here. After a moment of standing still, 
frustrated, Mikey decided he would move around the back 
of the house to look for a view through another window. 
He stepped out into the moonlight on Julie's back lawn. 

The upstairs of the house was dark, but most of the 
windows he saw on the first floor were lit up. Most of 
the shades were open, but just his luck- hers were 
closed. He moved towards the center of the back yard. 
He now stood directly behind the kitchen which had a 
large glass sliding back door leading out to a wooden 
patio just above ground level. The glass door gave him 
a perfect view inside the kitchen. Unfortunately, there 
was no one in the kitchen. He could see everything 
inside however. 

Julie's house was the same style as his own, as most of 
the houses on his street had been built at the same 
time by the same developer. Her kitchen was even set up 
like his. The refrigerator stood in the far corner. A 
table, similar to his own kitchen table, was set up in 
the center. Mike could see five or six empty Budweiser 
cans strewn carelessly across the table. That was 
something different from his house though; Mikey's Mom 
rarely drank, and he had not yet experimented with 
alcohol. 

After Mikey had sized up the kitchen, he glanced back 
over towards Julie's room. He noticed that her light 
was in fact on. Between the sides of the shade and the 
window frame there was apparently enough space for 
light to escape. Maybe he could peek through that 
space, he thought. 

With his heart pounding, Mikey approached the house. He 
took the most direct root to the back of the house, 
coming up between two back windows. He got down on his 
hands and knees so that when he passed the two windows 
on the way to Julie's he would not be seen. Not until 
he was below her window did he cautiously stand up. 

He closed one eye and put his other to the slit of 
light. The sight he saw made his dick jump to attention 
in his pants. He actually took his face away and then 
put it back, needing to convince himself that what he 
saw was real. 

Julie was naked. She was on her knees, facing away from 
him, upright. Her hands were on the back of her head 
with her fingers locked together to hold them there. 
She was holding her back exceptionally erect, arched 
but slightly forward, pushing her chest out in front of 
her.

Mikey could see her ass perfectly. Bare, it looked 
better than he had ever imagined. The brunette's hair 
was slightly longer than shoulder length. It swayed 
slightly side to side and up and down, as her head 
shook slightly in a gesture Mikey couldn't read from 
behind. But he could hear something. 

Mikey silenced his own breathing momentarily, and 
cursed his pounding heartbeat. Faintly through the 
glass, he made out the sound. Julie was crying. He 
wasn't sure what to make of it. What was she doing, 
anyway?

Confused as he was, Mikey's dick was hard as a rock. 
The sight was so erotic. He was looking at who he 
considered the hottest girl in school, and she was 
naked. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. 
He began to gently stroke it. 

The sight before him was the perfect masturbatory 
material. Mikey imagined himself walking quietly up 
behind her. Kneeling; putting his hands on her sides; 
sliding them up to feel her tits; pushing her soft 
brown hair to the side; planting his lips on the side 
of her neck; still cupping her breasts; leaning her 
forward; sliding his fingers across her wet slit; 
slowly positioning himself then sliding his dick in... 

As Mikey was rapidly approaching what would have been 
one of the most amazing climaxes of his life, the scene 
changed. Julie had been facing the door to her room. 
Now that door opened. A big, haggard, bearded man with 
a Budweiser can in hand walked into the doorway. 

Julie did not flinch. Mikey's hand fell away from his 
dick. The man raised the Bud can to his lips, tilted 
his head back, and pounded what was left in the can 
before throwing it angrily across the room. Although 
muffled through the glass he heard the man's voice. 

"I told you not to cry!" The man stammered. "It's a 
real fucking turn off." The man, looking down at 
Julie's naked body, reached for the zipper of his 
jeans. As he unzipped them he continued, "You saw what 
I did to your mother when she couldn't stop balling." 

Mikey could hear Julie's faint sobs, then he heard her 
speak, "I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry. I just want to 
please you." 

Mikey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Julie had 
always seemed alright in school. He never would have 
guessed what went on behind closed doors at the 
Osbourne house. 

Julie's father pulled his pants down just far enough to 
get out his dick. Mikey was shocked at the size of the 
man's cock. It must have been twice the size of his own 
dick, and Mikey had never felt inadequate. 

The man took a few steps forward, and Julie took it 
into her mouth without argument. Her father let his 
drunken head fall back, so that he was looking up 
towards the ceiling. Julie's head began bobbing rapidly 
forward and back as she blew her Dad. 

Mikey was awestruck!

He felt terrible for Julie, she obviously was terrified 
of the man, yet he was captivated with the sight of 
what she was willingly doing to him. Mikey couldn't 
believe the vigor with which Julie was going down on 
him. He couldn't help but notice that every time her 
head went forward her ass came up a little bit and gave 
him a glimpse of her protruding mound. 

Mikey wanted to feel disgusted, but his dick had not 
gone down. He wanted to leave, to forget this, but he 
could not. He just continued to watch. Julie's father 
put his hands around the back of her head as she 
continued to suck. Soon he was violently fucking her 
mouth. 

Mikey put his hand around his own dick. But he couldn't 
quite do it. He couldn't bring himself to jerk off to 
this perversion. He wanted to save her, to knock her 
father out, and then to have her himself. He just stood 
there, erection in his still hand, watching his dream 
girl being mouth-raped by her father. 

Finally, the bearded pervert came. Still gripping his 
daughter's head, he pulled her face away from his cock. 
Mikey saw the cum shooting out of the man's dick. 
Although he couldn't see Julie's face from where he 
was, he knew that her face was getting blasted with her 
Dad's cum. A jet or two missed her face, and Mikey 
could see the white fluid running down her back toward 
the crack of her ass. 

When he was done soaking his daughter's face in his 
cum, he planted his hands on her tits and pushed her 
over backwards. Julie fell to her uncarpeted floor, her 
head banging painfully down. Her father then turned and 
left the room, slamming the door behind him. 

Julie lay on her back. Her knees were both bent to one 
side in an uncomfortable position. She did not bother 
to straighten them. Tears flowed from her eyes. A look 
of horror and trauma seemed burnt into her face. 

Mikey could now see the gobs of her father's cum on 
her. In fact, her entire face was glistening with the 
adult's cum. Mikey could see white streaks of the semen 
in her brown hair. Some of the cum had flowed down her 
face and rolled across her breasts. Both her nipples 
where highlighted with the white and clear fluid. 

Mikey was traumatized. He couldn't believe what he'd 
seen. He couldn't believe what he now saw. The 
aftermath was some how even worse than the act. Still, 
his dick was rock hard and quivering in his hand. Now 
he began to stroke. 

Only he imagined that it was not her father's cum. It 
was not rape cum. She was not crying. It was Mikey's 
cum. He had come to her rescue. He had hit her father 
over the head. With her father's bleeding body laying 
on the floor next to them, Julie had run to him. She 
hugged him, unconcerned with her nakedness.

He imagined that they kissed and then Julie stripped 
him down and in thankfulness she had blown him like 
he'd seen her do her father. He had been the one 
standing before her kneeling body. He was the one that 
blew his enormous load on her face. And she had been 
smiling as he had shot blast after blast of his hot cum 
all over her face. 

Now in a frenzy, Mikey knew he was close to the edge. 
He looked at her young body, he looked at the semen 
still running down her face. He saw Julie's naked 
breasts glistened with cum... a sight he had so often 
fantasized about. He saw the thin patch of hair above 
her pussy. The hair there was slightly lighter in color 
than the hair on her head. He looked at her nipples, 
unlike his Mom's these were small and tight. Julie's 
cum stricken body... now in the context of his non-rape 
fantasy was too much to bear. 

Mikey's body stiffened as shot his load against the 
wood panels of the outside of Julie's house, just below 
her windowsill. 

Finally, with his perverted seed out of him and his 
mind starting to come down from his mind blowing 
orgasm, Mikey felt that already familiar sexual guilt 
come rushing back to him. He had gotten off on someone 
else's pain. Julie, a girl that he truly liked and 
admired had just been raped by her drunken father. And 
he had cum to the sight of her lying naked, immersed in 
a puddle of her father's cum. What had he done? What 
was the matter with him? 

Mikey heard a noise. Perhaps it was a car door in the 
driveway. His guilt yielded to fear of being caught, 
and Mikey darted into the woods. He didn't stop running 
until he reached his own backdoor. Panting, he went 
inside. Thankfully, his Mom was still out.


Chapter 7

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 afterwards 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....

Epilog:

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, Mikiy now 17 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?