OUR AFRICAN ADVENTURE

I, or should I say we, own a small engineering business. 
Sally my wife and co-owner is the dogsbody, my secretary 
and over-sees the general running of the place while I'm 
out drumming up business.

Sally is 36 and we've been married for 11 years, she's 
very attractive and has kept her shapely figure despite 
having had two babies. She has always been willing to 
muck in and help the business and a few years back she 
proved it in no uncertain way.

At first business was easy to get and we did a lot of 
work for foreign clients, particularly those from 
African countries. I would entertain reps and soon found 
out that to make certain of getting an order they 
required a woman's services during their stay. So I 
contacted an escort agency in town that supplied girls 
to service my customers, for which I paid. It was well 
worth it, but as the recession hit, we couldn't afford 
to keep the big foreign and British clients sweet with 
the girls and lost even more business.

That was about three years ago, and it was then that 
Sally put her proposition to me on how to keep getting 
the orders in: she would be the reps' date.

As you can guess, I wasn't too keen on the idea, but she 
kept on about it and in the end, I gave in and agreed it 
was the only solution. However I insisted that the reps 
wear condoms because apart from the obvious risk of 
disease, I didn't want my wife to get pregnant by 
another man. I kitted her out in all new sexy gear; 
Basques, suspenders, stockings, really high spiky heeled 
shoes and some horny outfits, short tight skirts etc.

On her first date she looked a right horny sexy 
desirable tart and she watched me giving myself a hand-
shandy while waiting for her cab to arrive. While she 
was out I went through all the emotions, but I also 
found I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought 
of my wife being screwed by another man.

Sally got home late the following morning, having spent 
the night at the rep's hotel. When she got into work she 
was still highly excited and we locked ourselves into 
the office while she told me all about it. She was back 
in her working suit but when she sat down, her skirt 
rode up to reveal she was still wearing stockings. I 
knelt beside her as she told me how exciting and 
different it had been with David, the rep, how much 
better and how many orgasms she had had. She said he had 
fucked her three times before going to sleep and again 
when he woke up in the morning, she also said she had 
agreed to meet him again that night.

In the end I had to ask the inevitable questions: was he 
bigger and better than me. She giggled and said yes on 
both counts, she also added he was more of a stayer and 
when he came he really filled the condom every time - 
unlike me.

She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up showing me 
she wasn't wearing any panties. I knelt there looking at 
the curve of her bum and the sensuous sweep of her 
thighs to the tops of her stockings. I gazed at the 
length of her lovely legs and got my cock out to give 
her a good fucking but she stopped me saying she was too 
sore and it would be nice if I gave myself a wank. I 
knelt there tossing myself off imagining David's big 
cock up her and I kissed her legs and knees.

She said, "These are the stockings I wore while he 
screwed me, is it turning you on darling?' Turning me 
on? I was going crazy with lust and my lips caressed her 
milky white thigh, just above her stocking top. She lay 
back and opened her legs showing me her flushed and 
swollen pussy. That's when my come exploded from my cock 
and when she held my head and pulled my face into her 
yawning pussy so I could lick her and bring her off 
Sally climaxed noisily really dragging my face into her 
gash letting me continue to lick until I erupted all 
over the floor again.

That night, off she went again, without returning to 
work the following day. She told me that evening they 
had fucked on and off all night and most of the day and 
that she had really enjoyed it. It was clear to me that 
Sally was a natural whore.

After that it came easily to her she gave good service 
to all our clients and relished the fact that they were, 
on the whole, bigger and better than me. I knew that 
things would never be the same between us again. I still 
loved her madly and she loved me in her own way but she 
made it quite clear that I could no longer satisfy her, 
which made me impotent in a strange way. I could always 
get a hard on knowing that she was being fucked and 
could wank off when I was licking her out after she'd 
been with a client but at other times, I struggled to 
get an erection. So I looked forward to her 'dates' but 
never once wanted to watch Sally in action.

Business started to pick up again, mainly due to Sally's 
sexual prowess, but although we had contracts from all 
over the world, we still hadn't had a big African 
contract come in. My wife had had cocks from around the 
world, but she still hadn't had a big black one. I was 
now making enough money to afford agency girls again, so 
Sally reverted back to her old duties in the office. 
That was until recently when I got a call from an 
Ethiopian company, wanting certain parts and equipment. 
They told me that a rep would be coming over in the next 
month.

Now Sally and I both knew, from the girls we used years 
before, that black men, especially east Africans, had 
extremely large cocks and I could tell that Sally was 
more than interested at the prospect of some 'overtime'.

On the day of Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko's visit Sally 
took more care getting ready for work than usual. Her 
hair was shining, her make-up perfect, and she was 
dressed in sexy suspenders, seamed stockings, knee 
length skirt with a daring split to the thigh and silk 
blouse without a bra - I could clearly see her large 
nipples showing through the luscious silk. She was out 
to pull a big black cock without a doubt.

Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko arrived at our office dead on 
time. Both were very handsome black men. Mr. Ndabi was 
the youngest of the two in his mid to late twenties and 
was the superior of Mr. Ackoko who insisted on my 
calling Mr. Ndabi 'Sir', as I was inferior to both of 
them. Sally was sitting typing but looking at Mr. Ndabi 
with undisguised admiration.

We went into my office, and I called Sally in to take 
notes. She positioned herself so that her split skirt 
revealed a good length of stocking clad thigh. I got an 
instant hard on at her blatant display and Ackoko's eyes 
nearly popped out of his head. Mr. Ndabi just smiled 
lustfully.

It was hard going for me, all I could concentrate on was 
Sally and Ndabi fucking her good and hard. I brought 
some drinks in and we discussed the deal. Mr. Ndabi said 
that he would go away and think about it and it might 
help if he had a woman with him. By then I had changed 
my mind about Sally doing the honors and offered to call 
up the agency, but he stopped me saying, "How about your 
secretary would she like to spend the evening with us?" 
I explained that she was married, but he insisted, "Does 
that matter? I like her. She has a lovely body."

I went out to Sally and put it to her, adding that I 
didn't think it was a very good idea, but she went into 
the office and thanked Ndabi for his kind offer and 
agreed to go out that evening providing I came with 
them.

Mr. Ackoko said that I should bring my wife along too, 
but I said she was away for the week. Sally giggled at 
my lie. We arranged to meet them at their hotel later 
that evening.

Sally was like an excited child as she dressed for the 
evening. She got herself all tarted up for her first 
black man. I made sure she had a good supply of condoms 
in her bag as I thought after Mr. Ndabi had fucked her, 
Mr. Ackoko would have a go too. She looked divine, 
wearing a little black party dress over skimpy undies 
and sexy suspenders and stockings. I noticed her G-
string was so tiny it was tight up her crack. God, my 
hard on was painful.

We met at their hotel and I drove to the restaurant that 
Ndabi had chosen. Sally sat in the back of the car with 
Mr. Ndabi. I could hear her giggling and he asked her if 
her husband minded her being out on her own.

Looking directly at me in the rearview mirror she said, 
"No it's nothing to do with him, he's a bit of an old 
wanker anyway, no good for a woman."

They all had a good laugh at that and I joined in. Then 
I heard Sally sigh and glanced round to see Mr. Ndabi 
kissing her, her legs wide open and his hand between her 
white thighs. We nearly had an accident as I swerved and 
Ackoko told me to concentrate on my driving. In the 
restaurant Sally was very excitable, especially when 
Ndabi gave me her G- string to look after. My wife was 
brilliant, her skin flushed and her eyes shining as he 
fingered her underneath the table. I could see she was 
really on heat.

After the meal I offered to call them a cab to take them 
back to the hotel but Mr. Ndabi said as my wife was 
away, why not go back to my place for drinks and 
whatever else. What could I do or say? I needed the 
contract and I realised that for the first time I could 
see my wife being well and truly fucked by not one man, 
but two.

Once home I fixed them a drink before seeing the 
babysitter out and checking on the kids. When I 
returned, Sally had put some music on and was dancing 
with Mr. Ndabi, her dress was up at the back and his 
hands were on her bum, his fingers digging into the 
crack, holding her tightly against him. Their lips were 
joined in a sensual kiss, her arms around his neck, 
drawing him down. I couldn't help it, I groaned as I 
came in my pants.

Mr. Ndabi sat Sally on the sofa as Ackoko pulled her 
dress up around her hips, she was unzipping Mr. Ndabi 
and drawing his trousers down. I was gazing at my wife's 
gaping pussy when I heard her whisper "Oh god! Oh god, 
just look at it!" I did and received the biggest shock 
of my life, I was looking at the largest cock ever, of 
that I'm sure, it was still hanging down flaccid and all 
of 10 inches long. It was a huge soft rubbery thing 
dangling between his legs like a horse's.

Sally was going potty looking at his slowly erecting 
cock. She held it in her tiny hands and started gently 
wanking it. I couldn't see how she was going to take 
such a monster without it splitting her in two.

I was shaken out of my stupor by Mr. Ackoko, he was 
rubbing a finger up and down Sally's pussy, he pulled me 
down to my knees between Sally's long legs and 
instructed me to lick her cunt to prepare it for Mr. 
Ndabi. In a dream I obediently did as I was told, 
lapping my tongue the full length of Sally's gash, with 
her bucking her cunt at my face. I could hear her 
moaning so I looked up and saw her licking and sucking 
Ndabi's cock, now almost fully erect, its fat pink head 
squeezing itself clear from the foreskin. It looked all 
of a foot long.

I went back to eating pussy, thoroughly enjoying myself 
when suddenly I felt Ackoko pulling me away. He pushed 
me to the floor as Mr. Ndabi moved between Sally's 
splayed legs. I could see her holding his massive shaft 
guiding that huge shining pink knob between the soft 
dribbling folds of her pussy and as he raised her 
stockinged legs over his arms.

I realised he wasn't wearing a condom but I was too far 
gone to stop him. Sally must have known as well but she 
just held it and fed it into her yawning minge.

God how she squealed as she took it and realised just 
how big he was. Her body twisted and turned as he worked 
it up inside her. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. 
All I could do was stare as he squeezed his cock inside 
her tight tunnel. Sobs racked her body as he forced more 
and more in. He had about 10 inches in and she was 
begging him to stop but he had the bit between his teeth 
and there was no stopping him now.

She clawed at him as he rammed in and out and suddenly 
he was all the way in, his balls nestling against her 
thighs. He just stood there moving his hips gently back 
and forth and slowly Sally's sobs of pain turned to sobs 
of pleasure and she began to respond.

She started to work herself against him, grinding her 
hips into him as he just stood there letting her do all 
the work. She was sighing, then she shuddered and 
squealed as she climaxed. He pulled her to the floor 
with her legs stretched over his shoulders and fucked 
her hard, as she screamed in both pain and ecstasy.

Mr. Ndabi shagged my wife for a good hour bringing her 
to climax after climax until she was too weak to move 
with him. He carried on regardless pausing briefly to 
regain his composure before setting about her again, 
then came the time he didn't pause at all, he kept right 
on fucking her getting faster and faster. Sally knew he 
was about to come and urged him and begged him for his 
spunk.

When he came, she went crazy, screaming the house down. 
That's when I come in my pants again. Mr. Ackoko pushed 
me towards Mr. Ndabi saying: "We must thank my chief for 
allowing us to watch him mate with a woman, then we must 
leave otherwise it will be on insult to him."

He went up to Mr. Ndabi and said, "Thank you sir for the 
honor you have bestowed upon me." I followed, bowing as 
I repeated Ackoko's words. I asked Ackoko if he was 
going to fuck Sally as well but he explained that it 
would be impossible as he was not worthy of her now she 
had been with Mr. Ndabi.

I didn't get much sleep that night my mind was full of 
what I had seen earlier. but my thoughts were 
interrupted by the sound of our bed creaking and soon I 
heard Sally's moans and cries as Mr. Ndabi took her 
again. I tossed myself off twice during the time it took 
him to fuck her, her cries grew louder and louder but I 
resisted the temptation to disturb them, I just wanted 
to hear my wife being fucked and put in the club by that 
big-cocked black man.

There's so much more to tell you, like the next morning 
when Ackoko discovered that Sally was not my secretary 
and was in fact my wife and said I would be privileged 
to lick her out just after Ndabi had fucked her and I 
tasted his thick spicy come. How Sally went back to 
Ndabi's hotel for four days and returned knackered, sore 
and pregnant and how a big fat contract landed signed 
and sealed on my desk the day she returned.

I know that her child will be well taken care of by Mr. 
Ndabi and have been told it is a great honor to have my 
wife chosen to mate with such a great and important man. 
In fact, I can't wait until the baby is born so that Mr. 
Ndabi comes over again and I can watch him and Sally 
renewing their friendship.

A BAD AFRICAN EXPERIENCE

June and Ray had been married for a year. Ray couldn't 
believe his good fortune to have found a woman as 
gorgeous as June. He didn't consider himself very 
appealing to women and as a result lacked confidence 
when he was around them. 

He wasn't a particularly good looking man, and by the 
time he reached 25 he still hadn't dated much. He stood 
5' 8" tall, was slim, and not too well endowed. As a 
result, he all but worshipped June and tried his best 
to give her everything she asked for. 

Often, he marveled about how beautiful his 22 year old 
Irish bride was, with her pale white skin, flashing 
green eyes and long, red hair. She was slender and 
tall, standing about 5'7" with long, shapely legs, flat 
stomach and an incredibly tight ass. Though of medium 
size, her boobs were cone shaped, almost pointed, with 
a slight up tilt. Her large pink nipples, surrounded by 
pale, puffy areolas, stood out prominently when 
aroused. 

Because her breasts were so firm, she often chose not 
to wear a bra, even when she went out in public. She 
knew she was attractive and loved to embarrass her 
rather straight laced husband by sometimes wearing 
tight, see-through cotton tops so that her nipples 
could be easily seen by everyone as they jutted against 
the thin material of her top. 

The only problem with going to Nigeria, where Ray had 
accepted a two year contract, was that June just didn't 
care for black men, even though her encounters with 
them had been quite limited. In her brief experience, 
she had found them sweaty, smelly and poorly spoken. 
Worst of all, they had seemed overconfident in the way 
they spoke to her, almost to the point of being 
overbearing and intrusive. She felt uneasy around them 
in other ways she couldn't explain. 

Still, they had jumped at the chance to go to Nigeria 
when Ray's company asked for volunteers. It had been 
explained that Ray's wages would be tripled (in 
American money), that they would have servants and a 
live on a large property secured by a tall fence and 
heavy gates. And all for the equivalent of about $20 a 
month. 

It had seemed too good an opportunity to pass up and 
Ray told her excitedly that it was a change to have the 
honeymoon they could not afford a year earlier. In 
truth, June would have preferred almost any other 
destination, but she had kept her fears and misgivings 
to herself. 

In Nigeria ----- 

In the beginning, everything went well. As promised, 
they lived on a lovely property and had three 
domestics, two women and a male gardener. The grounds 
were large and full of greenery which June enjoyed 
looking after. To their surprise and delight, the 
property even had a small swimming pool. 

To help pass the time, June decided that she would 
attempt to write a book. It also provided her with a 
handy excuse for not associating with the wives of the 
other white workers, most of whom she found boring and 
not her sort. Since their arrival, June had received 
many invitations to join various women's groups, go to 
morning coffees and other such, but she had declined 
most of them, as she felt vaguely uncomfortable around 
many of the other wives. 

After a few months, June had found it almost impossible 
to go shopping. Whenever she went to the village she 
would be followed closely by a small group of black men 
who would stare at her and make comments amongst 
themselves, speaking in a language June couldn't 
understand. The situation so unnerved her that she 
finally began sending her domestic to do the food 
shopping. 

As time went on she did establish a friendship with the 
gardener, a young man named George whose English was 
surprisingly good. He seemed to June to be a proper 
person and was always polite to her and Ray. He often 
suggested that she go with him to the weekly market 
where they could buy more exotic plants for the yard. 
For a long time she resisted, remembering her troubles 
while food shopping, but eventually he convinced her 
there was nothing to fear and she went with him. 

That day she wore a pair of baggy slacks and a very 
loose top. Putting her hair in a large bun on top of 
her head, she covered it all with a large straw hat. 
She had discovered early on that her very pale skin was 
extremely vulnerable to the stung African sun and 
therefore she always covered herself as much as 
possible when outside. 

In truth, she knew there was another reason. Though she 
was proud of her body and was by nature a bit of a 
showoff and a tease, she realized quickly that, in this 
place at least, modesty and caution should be her main 
considerations when dressing for any 'public' 
appearance. 

After a long drive over rutted roads in George's truck, 
they arrived at the market and June was pleased to 
notice several security guards. Most of the people 
there were black and men. George told her he would stay 
near the truck and June went off looking, stopping at 
the various stalls, amazed at the seemingly endless 
variety of plants available. 

She was absorbed in studying a group of plants when she 
felt hands brushing against her arms, legs and bottom. 
When she turned, she saw a wall of black, smiling 
faces. She told them by voice and gesture to go away, 
but they kept moving forward, their faces grinning, 
repeating, "Missy ok, missy ok." 

At first she felt their hands lightly touching, but 
soon they began to grab at her. Screaming "no" as 
loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed 
to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from 
another direction. 

She found herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her 
straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily. 
Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper 
colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her 
cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a 
hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast. 

She pushed back hard, if uselessly, against the man's 
strong arm, silently cursing herself for not putting on 
a bra before she went out. She was pinned, unable to 
free herself from his grasp and he was roughly twisting 
her sensitive nipple, which sent a charge through her 
entire body. Meanwhile, other hands were working 
between her legs, squeezing and rubbing against her 
crotch through the material of her slacks. 

She screamed out loud again, shouting for George. She 
was beginning to think there was no way she could stop 
this shameful assault. One of the men had gotten behind 
her and lifted her top up so that the men standing in 
front could easily fondle her bared breasts. 

The men were laughing as they handled both of her tits 
expertly and despite herself she was feeling more 
aroused when suddenly she heard loud voices and 
whistles in the distance. The men abusing her looked 
up, then dispersed quickly when they saw several 
security guards led by George moving towards her in a 
hurry. 

She was shaking badly as she covered herself and tried 
to regain her composure. Her large nipples hurt and 
were still stiff enough to protrude through her top. 
She felt a warm stickiness between her legs and 
realized to her utter dismay that she had actually 
leaked a bit of juice from her pussy. 

When they got back to the truck George lifted her in 
and even he took advantage of the situation, 
momentarily resting his large right hand full on her 
still aching breast. She thought to protest, but 
quickly realized George was her only passage to safety 
and kept quiet. After the terrible experience she was 
just glad to get in the truck and be driven home. 

Alone in the safety of her home, she quickly stripped 
off her clothing and stepped into the shower. As she 
was washing herself under the warm water, she looked 
down and noticed that her nipples were still aching and 
sensitive to her touch and that gently rubbing the 
swollen buds sent a rush of pleasure straight to her 
pussy. 

Despite feeling extremely confused and conflicted by 
everything that had happened that afternoon, she rather 
ashamedly began to feel a another type of need, one she 
could only relieve by sliding a finger between her 
slippery labia until she found her hypersensitive bud. 
Replaying the events of that afternoon, she needed very 
little friction before those lovely, exhilarating 
feelings were flowing through her body. 

Her pussy lips were swollen and open and she 
desperately wished Ray was there as she pushed first 
one finger and then another deep into her slick vagina 
and began to pump them in and out. When her orgasm hit 
minutes latter it was so violent she almost collapsed 
on the shower floor. 

When Ray came home that night she told him what had 
happened. He was very upset and said he would contact 
security, report the event and arrange to have a guard 
with her at all times when she went into the village. 
She was therefore somewhat surprised and not a little 
aroused when he asked her to tell him every detail of 
what had happened to her, leaving nothing out. 

Sensing that she might be arousing him in some way, she 
did as he asked, explaining how she felt when she got 
home and how those feelings of intense horniness had 
led her to masturbate in the shower. As she hoped, this 
turned her husband on powerfully and within moments he 
had stripped her naked and was sucking noisily on her 
still-sensitive nipples while she held his head gently 
in her hands. She reached into his pants, fished out 
his smallish cock and began sucking it while he reached 
between her legs and massaged he clitoris. 

He looked down at her perfect white body, full breasts 
and bald cunt and blessed the day he had found her. She 
was extremely aroused now, moaning around his cock, and 
Ray knew from experience it was time to fuck her. He 
kissed her hard as she arched her back, spread her legs 
and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me Ray, please hurry, I 
need it... now!" 

He pounded his cock into her for only a few minutes 
when he saw her face blush pink and then felt her body 
stiffen and spasm under him as she climaxed. At almost 
the same time he bucked his hips forward, burying his 
entire cock into her with room to spare. After a few 
more strokes, he groaned and spurted a small trickle of 
cum inside her. They both lay side by side on the floor 
afterward, deeply winded and very relaxed, until they 
both fell asleep. 

***

June didn't go too far in the next few weeks and 
although Ray did continue to chase up security, nothing 
out of the ordinary happened. 

One morning, with about nine months left on Ray's tour, 
Jane heard a buzz from the front gate. When she 
answered, she found it was a security man from the 
village. She let in a fat, very short, sweating little 
man who introduced himself as Magarshi, the head of 
local security. 

The first thing she noticed about the poor little man 
was his size, he barely came up to her chest. She also 
noticed that, like most of the local men, his eyes 
seemed to be on every part of her at once. She was 
getting so used to this treatment that it hardly 
bothered her anymore; indeed, she had almost come to 
expect it. And she had been caught a bit off guard that 
morning, wearing only a tight pair of short shorts and 
a very flimsy, see-through top minus her bra. 

When he asked her to go over her assault in the 
village, June told him as much as she could without 
going into too much detail. He was nothing but polite 
as he listened to her story, making notes on a flip pad 
while asking the occasional question. He kept taking a 
handkerchief out to wipe the perspiration from his 
rounded face, which June thought was rather 
unattractive. 

She finally asked him if he would like a drink of 
water. He thanked her, saying, "Yes, please, madam." 

June felt his eyes on her she walked across the room to 
the kitchen, so on her way back with the water she 'put 
on the walk,' an ultra feminine movement that 
accentuated the sway of her hips and the bounce of her 
naked breasts. She smiled sweetly as she bent forward 
to hand him the glass. She felt a slight warmth between 
her legs, a vague sense of arousal from teasing him his 
way. It had been such a long time since she had done 
that to any man, she thought. 

After making a final notation, he closed his pad and 
put his pen in a shirt pocket. When he asked her how 
long she and her husband had been there, he was most 
surprised to find that they had only about nine months 
remaining. He smiled slightly at that, then asked why 
she hadn't joined any of the various white women's 
circles. She told him, quite bluntly, that she found 
most of the women boring. 

After a little more small talk he excused himself, 
walked back outside to his jeep and drove off. As he 
had gotten up to leave June had stolen a quick glance 
and was sure she'd spotted a not so small bulge in the 
crotch of his shorts. She laughed as she thought about 
how she must have really wound the poor little guy up. 
Maybe she would have something she could tell her 
husband about tonight...in detail. 

And she might have, except that Ray came home from work 
that day with some rather bad news. For the next six 
months, he explained, he was being transferred further 
inland. He wasn't allowed to say specifically where, 
other than that it was not a safe place for white 
women. June was first angry over the new, then began to 
argue and sulk, asking him repeatedly if there weren't 
some way he could get out of it. And Ray, as always 
patient to a fault, answered her repeatedly that, no, 
there was no way he could avoid it, the decision had 
already been made and it was beyond his power to do 
anything about it. 

Once Ray was gone, June wondered how she would ever get 
through all the months on her own. She tried to work on 
her book, but found she was unable to concentrate 
enough to make any progress. Only two weeks had gone by 
before she became so lonely and depressed that she went 
to see the higher ups in the company, complaining 
rather loudly about her plight. 

***

Several days afterward she received an angry phone call 
from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had 
already gotten back to him that she was making noises, 
he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and 
he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble 
with his bosses. June was near tears when she hung up 
the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with 
her. After she thought it through, she started to 
appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were 
probably many things going on that he was not at 
liberty to discuss with her. She promised herself that 
she would keep a low profile for the remainder of his 
absence. 

She made one small exception to this rule when she 
received and accepted an invitation to a party being 
given by the British Consulate. She had been house 
bound for three weeks and the loneliness was starting 
to wear on her. She thought briefly about bring up 
Ray's situation with the British Consulate, but quickly 
decided against it. 

The evening of the party she was picked up by a black 
stretch limo. She had gone to great lengths with her 
appearance and she looked stunning in her full length, 
strapless red dress, no bra, and four inch spike high 
heel shoes - which made her nearly six feet tall, 
adding father to her allure. She let her long red hair 
hang down loose around her shoulders. She looked at 
herself in the full length mirror and smiled happily; 
the combination of the red dress and copper colored 
hair against all the white skin she was showing made 
her look very sexy. 

After making small talk at the party for almost an 
hour, June was becoming bored. Finally she spotted the 
British Consulate and took the opportunity to introduce 
herself and speak to him, although she was careful to 
leave out any references to her husband's situation. 

Several minutes later there was a stir, followed by a 
hushed silence, as someone came in. June saw a rush of 
people move toward him, everyone wanting to welcome him 
at once. June recognized the short man but knew nothing 
about him. When she asked the woman standing next to 
her who had arrived, she stared at June for a moment, 
as if not understanding her question. 

Her eye's fixed on June's. "Oh, that is Magarshi," she 
said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the head 
of security for this area, and a very powerful man. 
Everyone is extremely wary of him. I suggest you be 
likewise." June sensed genuine fear in the woman's 
reply and it unnerved her. 

Despite the warning, June still had difficulty 
accepting that this ugly little man really had so much 
power. 'Talk about little and large,' she thought as 
she watched him hold forth from across the room. Her 
mind thought back to the visit the small security man 
had paid her several weeks ago, trying to remember 
details. Now she wondered what he had really wanted. A 
shiver ran through her and suddenly she wished she had 
worn something less enticing. 

It wasn't long before he noticed her and came across 
the room to greet her. As they exchanged a polite 
handshake, she noticed for the first time how large his 
hands and fingers were. At least he wasn't perspiring, 
she thought. After they had talked for awhile, told her 
he had some good news and asked if she would pay him a 
visit the next day. Though she felt a bit unsettled by 
his offer, she knew rejecting it was out of the 
question. He explained that he would send his driver 
for her at 11 AM. 

After her morning shower, June donned a light yellow 
coloured summer dress that buttoned up the front. It 
clung to her figure well, pushing her breasts together 
to create a nice cleavage. It was short, but not too 
short, stopping about six inches about the knees. 

Upon arriving at Magarshi's house, June was amazed at 
how large it was. It seemed to her almost palatial, at 
least in this part of the world. As the car made its 
way up the long, semi-circular driveway, June counted 
at least three security guards with dogs patrolling the 
grounds. Her anxiety began to increase. 

Upon her entrance, Magarshi greeted her politely, led 
her to a comfortable chair and offered her a cup of 
tea. Though she appreciated his civilized manner, it 
did nothing to help calm her nerves. After they 
finished their tea, he looked directly at her. 

"Look June, I'll come straight to the point," he began. 
"I am, as I think you understand by now, a very 
powerful man. I can get almost anything, how should I 
say it, taken care of." 

June looked away from him and nodded her head.

He smiled at her, his white teeth standing out against 
his black skin. "Since you have been with us for over a 
year now I was wondering if you've learned anything 
about our African way of life?" 

June stared at the remains in the bottom of her tea cup 
for a moment. "I-I don't think so. What do you mean by 
that?" she asked weakly. 

"I mean to ask, have you ever spoken with the other 
white women - or girls - about our... sexual habits?" 

June looked up at Magarshi. "Yes, I've heard that, ah, 
a few of the white wives have black men as their 
lovers," she said, trying not to betray the 
apprehension she was beginning to feel. 

Magarshi's laugh was deep and guttural, filling the 
small room. He brought his big hands together slowly in 
front of him, the fingertips just touching. "Well, let 
me tell you something," he said. "Over eighty per cent 
of white females age 12 years and above have had at 
least one if not several black lovers." 

June tried to stay calm, but her anxiety level was 
climbing ever higher. Why was he telling her these 
things? "No, I wasn't aware it was that high," she 
said. 

His chair creaked slightly as he moved forward, 
focusing his gaze directly on her. "June, do you love 
your husband?" he asked bluntly. June stiffened 
slightly, moving her body back. The cat and mouse game 
they had been playing was over, she knew. Wherever this 
was heading, she didn't like it. 

She stared back at the security man. "Yes, of course. 
Why would you doubt it," she said evenly. 

"He's a lucky man, you know, having a woman like you." 
He studied her intently for a moment, as if trying to 
measure her in some fashion. Then he said: "Now, I have 
to ask, what would you do to save his life, June?"

When the reality of her situation hit, her composure 
finally cracked and she began to tremble and cry. 
"What? That's not a fair question. I mean, he's OK, 
isn't he, he's safe. You wouldn't hurt him?" 

"Yes," Magarshi replied calmly, "of course he is, at 
least for now. But, how can I say it, things could 
always change." 

"Let me put this directly, June," he said, his tone 
becoming sterner. "I want you to be my lover. If you 
agree, Ray will be safe and you'll have nothing to 
worry about. If you don't, things might get, shall we 
say, very difficult for Ray. We might even find out 
that he has suffered a terrible accident. Do I make 
myself clear?" 

His tone and demeanor left no room for argument. June 
felt like she going into shock as Magarshi's message 
began to sink in. He had seemed like such a polite 
little man; now he was threatening her husband's life! 

Presuming her response, Magarshi pulled a business card 
from an inner pocket, jotted a phone number on the back 
and handed it to her. "That's a private number where 
you can reach me," he said. "I'll expect a reply no 
later than tomorrow by noon. Please remember what I've 
said." 

That night a tearful, near hysterical June spoke to her 
husband, explaining everything that had happened. 

He said he knew because he had already been told. After 
assuring her that she was in no way at fault, Ray told 
her he loved her more than anything in the world, but 
he was also sure Magarshi would make good on his threat 
to have him murdered. 

All his earlier anger had been drained away and he 
sounded subdued and defeated when he finally told her 
that accepting the little man's offer was their only 
option. She had never heard her husband sound so 
dejected and she cried bitterly after hanging up the 
phone. 

She called the next morning and told Magarshi that she 
had agreed to his proposition. She begged him to not to 
do this to her, though she knew her pleas were useless. 
He told her she would be picked up that evening and to 
make sure she closed up her house as she would be 
staying with him for awhile. 

She put the phone down and burst into tears once again. 
She hated him. He had a reputation as a cruel and 
callus man. And he was so physically repulsive. My god, 
she wondered, how had she gotten herself into this? 

After the limo dropped her off, she rang the bell and a 
domestic showed her into a very large, lounge-like 
room. After standing there for what seemed like forever 
but was only several minutes, she became aware of her 
strange reactions. 

She had been waiting for this since her call to him 
yesterday, dreading it, yet she was acutely aware of 
her own arousal, that her juices were flowing. She 
tried to dismiss this as Magarshi walked into the room 
wearing a purple dressing gown. 

He greeted her differently this time, bending his head 
and kissing her hand. He told her not to worry, he 
would not hurt her; in fact, he assured her, she would 
enjoy it. In a wimpy voice, she once again asked him 
not to do this, but he paid her no attention. 

"June, if you will please come with me," he said and 
they walked through several rooms, finally entering one 
that had a Jacuzzi. He told her he would be back 
shortly and instructed her to disrobe and get into the 
Jacuzzi. June did so and found the warm, bubbly water 
indeed made her feel relaxed. At that point a domestic 
entered the pool room and handed her a crystal goblet. 
It contained a potent, wine-like drink with a fruity 
taste. 

Magarshi encouraged her to drink it and she quickly 
took several large swallows, hoping it would ease her 
anxiety. The warm, swirling water and delicious drink 
began to have the desired effect and June felt deeply 
relaxed. About 15 minutes later, Magarshi returned with 
a dressing gown similar to his own and told her to put 
it on and follow him. 

From there they moved down a long corridor and entered 
a large room. Magarshi sat on the large, low bed and 
told her to remove her gown and turn herself around. He 
spent several minutes quietly appraising her body, 
murmuring to himself as he admiring her supple curves 
and flawless white skin, knowing they were his to do 
with as he pleased. 

Under normal circumstances, June would have felt sick 
and revolted by this act, but instead she was feeling 
an increased warmth and relaxation, a sweet lethargy, 
as if everything around her was slowing down and she 
was focused on the moment. For just a moment, she 
wondered if something had been put into her drink. 

He began by stroking her arms and gently brushing his 
large fingers through her long, red hair. He kissed her 
neck and ears and slid his hands over her body, causing 
her to shudder involuntarily. She was already sexually 
charged from knowing what was going to happen - and 
perhaps by her inability to prevent it. 

She could feel the familiar signs, her pussy lips 
moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so 
that the tip of her clitoris was exposed, longing for 
the first delicious contact. She was vaguely aware that 
she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under 
these conditions, but she seemed to have no control 
over her body's responses. 

He began kissing her, gently at first, then forcing his 
tongue inside her mouth searching for hers. He found it 
and sucked it into his mouth. His hands continued their 
slow, steady caress of her body. 

Her need had been building steadily, and finally 
reached a point that she began removing removed his 
dressing gown. She tried to avoid looking at his fat 
stomach or anything further below as she undressed him. 
Her mind was whirling; she had wondered all night about 
this very moment, how it would come about and what she 
would find. Ray was of moderate size at best, and she 
knew there were men with larger cocks, though her 
experience had been rather limited. 

Finally she moved her hand below his belly and grasped 
his member. It was incredibly warm to her touch, hard 
and swollen and so very thick. Instinctively she moved 
her head lower, wanting to see it. She'd not seen that 
many cocks, and certainly never a black one, or one of 
this size. Magarshi must have sensed it. 

"Is this your first black cock, June?" he asked gently. 
He voice seemed even deeper than usual. 

She tilted her head upward. "Yes... yes it is," she 
said haltingly. Even as she spoke she kept running her 
slim fingers up and down the length of his shaft, her 
hand moving in a slow, steady, stroking motion. It was 
certainly longer than Ray's, she thought, and it felt 
nearly twice as thick. Her body seemed on autopilot as 
she slid off the bed onto the floor. Magarshi moved to 
the edge of the bed in front of her and spread his 
short legs into a V shape. 

June continued to stroke and fondled his large organ, 
which was now level with her face. She gently forced 
the thick foreskin back down the shaft, exposing the 
bulbous, pinkish purple head. This was another first 
for her as Ray was circumcised, and she found she 
enjoyed watching the dark skin slide back as she 
exposed the mushroomed shaped glans. Her rapidly 
increasing sexual tension had banished any guilt 
feeling to the back of her consciousness. She seemed in 
a trace-like state as she brought her head forward, 
kissing and licking his throbbing cock head. 

After several minutes of this slow, sweet torment her 
urge to suck on his big cock was overwhelming. She 
opened her mouth and attempted to engulf the swollen 
tip, but she found it a struggle. After several tries 
she finally managed to fit the head and upper shaft 
into her mouth. Still, it was a tight fit and her small 
mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a tight 
seal around his organ. As she moved her head slowly up 
and down she made wet, noisy slobbering sounds as 
trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth. 

Magarshi was in his element, near rapture almost; there 
was nothing he loved more than watching a frightening, 
defeated white woman like June, a virgin to black cock, 
kneeling subserviently before him, choking and gagging 
as she tried to suck his enormous erection into her 
sweet little mouth. He leaned forward a bit, reached 
down and began rubbing June's breasts, pulling and 
squeezing roughly on the ends until her tender nipples 
were so inflamed that they stood out like beacons. 

He pulled her body up a bit then and spread her legs 
until he could reach one of his big hands between them. 
His thick forefinger quickly found her distended clit, 
rubbing it so hard she wanted to scream out for him to 
stop. But her mouth was filled to capacity, filled with 
his huge cock, and he just kept rubbing her bud, up, 
down and sideways, until her pussy was soaking wet and 
hyper sensitive to any touch. 

Even in her somewhat altered state, June was surprised 
how forceful he was compared to Ray, who was almost 
always tender and loving. Magarshi pushed and pulled 
her this way and that at his whim; he was always in 
charge, doing exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. A 
distant part of her consciousness still couldn't 
believe she was allowing him to explore her so 
shamelessly, but the rest of her seemed to be on sexual 
auto-pilot and her arousal kept building. Giving in to 
her feelings, she began to enjoy this roughness and 
loss of control, reveling in the feeling of being 
forcefully used. 

She was almost limp when he pulled her onto the bed and 
rolled her onto her back. As he pushed he thighs apart 
she tried to resist, but it was a token response, a 
foolish gesture neither took seriously. Moving between 
her spread legs, he grasped his rigid cock by the base 
and placed its bloated head against her vaginal 
opening. forcing the folds of wet flesh apart. 

She panted and gasped, fingers frantically rubbing her 
clit, as she felt the inside of her pussy being slowly 
pulled apart as it grasped the huge mass being forced 
into it. She screamed in pleasure-pain as she felt her 
womanhood being violated, stretched and opened in a way 
she had never imagined as he continued to slide himself 
ever deeper into her. 

Her long legs were wrapped around him and she was 
sweating heavily under him, grinding her hips and 
grunting shamelessly as she worked to accommodate him. 
She felt stuffed, her body impaled, as his cock moved 
further into her tight, grasping channel. He was slowly 
opening her, reaching places deep inside her, places 
she had never known existed, creating an intense 
sensation of pleasurable fullness. 

By the time his cock finally bottomed out, June was 
overwhelmed, gasping and squealing, clawing at his 
back, screaming at him to please fuck her faster. But 
he kept moving slowly, tormenting her until she 
couldn't bear it. She knew, on some far away level, 
that she was behaving like a total slut, but that 
didn't stop her as she took control, thrusting her hips 
forward so fast she almost lifted him off the bed.

When her orgasm hit the feeling was like nothing she 
had had ever experienced. From its epicenter deep 
inside her it quickly blossomed out in such intensely 
pleasurable waves that she feared she might be having a 
seizure. She gave herself over to her climax 
completely, remaining in its throes, making no attempt 
whatever to control her writhing body or stifle the 
curses and animal-like shrieks that poured from some 
primitive place inside her. 

Magarshi was pleased with himself as he looked down at 
her disheveled, sweat drenched form. Then he rocked 
back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of 
her spent pussy, which now gaped open. He pulled her 
upward against some pillows and straddled her upper 
body, putting his slime covered cock into her open 
mouth. 

He leaned forward, driving himself into her so deeply 
that he hit the back of her throat. June, sill only 
semi-consciences from her orgasm, began to gag and 
choke pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers 
and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream 
of spittle and bile escaped her lips and ran down her 
quivering chin. 

At the last moment he eased himself out of her mouth 
and she was able to get her breath. She wanked his cock 
for awhile, he small hand moving easily up and down its 
slippery length. Magarshi grunted, told her he was 
going to come and ordered her to put his cock back into 
her mouth and start sucking him again. Out of habit, 
June started to resist, but quickly thought better of 
it. 

This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of 
course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied 
with his order than she heard him howl and felt his 
cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, eyes 
wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile 
tasting black seed. So great was the quantity of cum 
that suddenly filled her mouth that June couldn't 
swallow it all and began to choke and cough violently. 

"Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed. 

She had never heard his voice so low or demanding and 
it scared her so badly she began swallowing faster, 
licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the 
sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped 
it out. She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to 
fight back the impulse until finally his monster 
ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed her 
face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers 
into her mouth until it popped open wide. 

"Open for me, please. That's it, a little wider," he 
cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl, 
you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deeply 
and the sound of his voice made her shiver. Despite 
everything, she felt wonderfully happy, proud of 
herself, pleased that she had been able to service him 
exactly as he had instructed. Even being called his 
bitch made her feel warm inside, because suddenly... 
she understood. 

June smiled. With Ray, she knew, that would have been 
that, and they would have gone to sleep. But Magarshi 
began to work her clitoris and nipples again, though a 
bit more gently this time. When she looked, June 
noticed he was erect again, his cock as large and stiff 
as if he had never come. June felt hyper aroused and 
began to mewl and squirm at the same time she reached 
for his cock and began to stroke it. 

Grabbing the young white woman, Magarshi, flipped her 
over onto her hands and knees. She responded 
immediately, spreading her legs, arching her back and 
canting her pelvis, exposing her moist, open slit. He 
knee walked forward until he was close enough to slide 
the huge purple head of his penis up and down in the 
furrow of her soaking labia. At this light contact, she 
makes a noise between a pant and a groan. He grabbed a 
fistful of her beautiful red hair, now matted with 
sweat, and jerked her head back. 

"What do you want, bitch?" he asked gruffly.

"Please, oh, please...." she whimpered, hoping he will 
stop her humiliation, but knowing otherwise.

He tightened his grip, pulling her head back more 
sharply. He found her clit with his thumb and began a 
gentle massage, causing her body to shudder. "It's 
easy, bitch. Just tell me what you want, what you need, 
what all bitches need."

She was beaten and knew it. "Goddamn you, fuck 
me...just put your cock in me and fuck me," she panted 
in a rasping voice, her tone betraying true 
desperation. 

Unable to take anymore himself, Magarshi slipped the 
head of his swollen cock inside her cunt and began to 
push. June grunted loudly as once again she felt the 
heft of his massive cock burrowing inside her, 
spreading her pussy walls gently apart as it once again 
opened her tight channel. For just a moment she felt 
the familiar pain-pleasure from before, although it was 
quickly replaced by pure pleasure as he grabbed her 
hips and increased his motion, pumping his thick shaft 
into her more quickly. 

June was coming completely unraveled, shaking her head 
from side to side and beating her fists against the 
mattress, all the while delivering an unbroken babble 
of screams, groans and curses. She wouldn't have 
thought it possible, but it felt even better this time. 
He seemed to have wedged his cock in even deeper, or 
maybe he had just hit some new, more sensitive spots 
inside her. 

Suddenly, there was a new sensation as Magarshi pushed 
one of his thick fingers deep into her anus. Earlier, 
she might have panicked, but now she just groaned in 
pleasure as she felt both his cock and his finger 
working inside her, separated by only a thin membrane 
of skin. This seemed to take her to another level of 
arousal, sending another charge through her already 
overheated body. She was dripping sweat and panting 
crazily as she looked at him over her shoulder, telling 
him in a ragged, gasping voice that she was so close 
and please to fuck her faster. 

After several more minutes of hard pounding, Magarshi 
knew she was close, for he could feel the twitching, 
tightening contractions of her internal muscles around 
his finger. When June finally went over the edge she 
lost all control; her pale, sultry body began to shake 
and convulse crazily and she let out a series of high 
pitched screams and squeals that echoed off the barren 
walls of the room. 

Even as she continued to orgasm, Margashi drove his 
cock in deep, finally hitting some internal part of 
her, then held himself still as he erupted with an 
orgasm almost as violent as hers. His heavy balls 
contracted and he began to shoot hot, sending thick 
streams of potent black seed deep into June's fertile 
womb. 

Moments later, they both collapsed on the bed, utterly 
spent. After awakening from a brief sleep, June 
snuggled against Magarshi. Her inner thighs were 
trembling and a stream of semen trickled from her 
vagina, forming a damp circle on the sheet. She looked 
at him lovingly and said she'd never been fucked like 
that. He smiled and cuddled her close, feeling her 
wonderful softness and warmth of her lush body. 

"You white women need to have a black lover to teach 
you what real sex is like," he laughed. "And now, you 
are my lover." 

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?