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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
****d, 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 i****t."
Mikey just stared.
She continued, "Mikey, i****t 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 i****t. Last night on the couch and this morning in
my bed, what we did was i****t. 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. i****t 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 a****l 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 c***d 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 i****tuous life from that
time forward.
Not a bad life if you can get it. Wouldn't you agree?
END
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
****d, 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 i****t."
Mikey just stared.
She continued, "Mikey, i****t 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 i****t. Last night on the couch and this morning in
my bed, what we did was i****t. 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. i****t 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 a****l 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 c***d 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 i****tuous life from that
time forward.
Not a bad life if you can get it. Wouldn't you agree?
END
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