1 comments/ 140000 views/ 12 favorites Birth of a Prince By: HommeNoiR OUR FAMILY SECRET PART 1: BIRTH OF PRINCE I'm a dark-skinned 23 year old male, 5'10, brown eyes and nicely built. For most of my life, I was brought up in a catholic household mostly full of black women-My mom; her two younger sisters-my aunts; Mom's cousin-Lucy, and Grandma. Mom and dad split up when I was 8 and over the years I resented him for not coming around much. Mom never told me why she and dad split up but in a drunken stupor during my first communion, my uncle joked about it to the howling laughter and delight of his friends and a few relatives. "Imagine that," he scoffed. "Mr. Black Revolutionary loves shoveling snow...HAHAHAHA." The punchline of the joke stems from the fact that dad, a very well respected member of the community back then, was heavily involved in the Civil Rights movement and founded his own Chapter of the Black Panther party in the neighborhood. A lot of people were sure he'd go into politics and represent us in our struggles as he was considered the avant-garde of the young, intelligent, vocal and powerful black leadership back in those days. What happened to change that remained a mystery to me for most of my life as no one in my family would or wanted to volunteer that information. For a while, Mom was very cross with uncle not only for the joke but for especially saying it in front of me. Even though my 8-year old brain hadn't the faintest clue as to what he was talking about but realized what he meant in my late teens and hated my father even more, and to some extent, white women for breaking up my family. Over the years, he and I would have bitter arguments about everything so to spite him, I joined the military. He told me I would regret it, and for a while I was having fun pissing him off with that until I was activated to go to Desert-Storm. But before leaving for Saudi Arabia, I had become a man, living on my own enjoying my mew freedom, the single life-strictly dating black women, and best of all discovering me. I got a surprising phone call from Dad one day to meet up for coffee. Not being able to come up with an excuse, I reluctantly agreed and met up with the old man just to get it over and done with. In light of what he explained to me in that meeting, we put aside our differences. And besides not having a father-son relationship is a fucked up legacy, so we started to bond; until I was activated to go to Desert Storm a few short months later, now I was regretting me spiting him. After serving a grueling 18 month tour of duty in the middle-east, I was finally returning home to be greeted by my dad and to my shocking surprise, his stunning new wife Anna- "My Hungarian BOOTY QUEEN..HAHAHA." As pops introduced her. "Yves you're so bad." She gushed as we shook hands and then said, "Oh my he's so much more handsome than the pictures show. Beautiful smile, smooth, deep chocolate skin, you were wrong Yves, he's much better looking than you are...HAHAHA!" I must say she made me, a dark-skinned man blush, which was very hard to do, with that assessment. As soon as she finished her wise crack he smacked her PHAT ASS and said, "Get yo sassy ass in the car, you gonna pay for that later." "Ow...Don't threaten me with a good time DADDY." She rebutted and we jumped in the car as they both laughed. Having to give up my job and apartment due to military duty and since mom moved back to Chicago shortly after my departure, meant that I was going to be living with Dad- who was more than happy to have me stay with him, until I could get on my feet. A move that essentially helped us resume our healing relationship. I sorely missed the old man while I was at war. He was quite the motivator as his letters lifted my spirits and gave me so much hope. It's like he was keeping me alive with those letters. Despite the distance, we were beginning to understand one another, it was like I had found a long lost friend a gain. Dad is now a dark-skinned, 54 year-old, distinguished looking man with salt-pepper hair, 6' with an athletic build and developed a little bit of a gut to what he calls "the good life," being with Anna since marrying her almost 2 years ago. Pops was a handsome man and was no slouch when it came to turning his fair share. Anna on the other hand, was fine and amazingly voluptuous for a white woman. She was 44, a red-head, sporting healthy proportions of 32-23, a 50" basketball-round-protruding BOOTY that rivaled that of any black woman and knew how to strut her stuff in her 5'7" frame with thick luscious legs. This chic turned many heads younger women half her age wished they could, wherever ever she went. Dad and I weren't the only ones bonding in that house. Since I was a chef in the military, Anna and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen exchanging recipes, techniques, and chatted up a storm about everything as we either took turns cooking or prepared something together. Evidenced by Dad's constant grunts, moans and rolling of his eyes-to both of our delights and laughter when he ate. He didn't talk or lift his head up from his plate until he was done. I must say we were a dynamic duo in the kitchen. In my mind at least, mixing these ingredients had become a romantic adventure between us, it was a platform where we expressed ourselves to each other, like lovers. I sensed that we were becoming attached and growing quite fond of each other. While preparing one of our delicious meals, I asked Anna of her past. Before the communist occupation of Hungary, Anna's husband owned a big construction firm and they lived a luxurious life with their young daughter Beata. However, things took a drastic turn after her husband's untimely demise because of his heavy political involvement in the resistance to communism. Hunted, she and Beata fled the country and narrowly escaped the new regime's wrath with the help of his best friend and ultimately immigrated here via Germany. They fell on hard times once they arrived as they spoke little English, were quickly running low on funds and hence moved to the ghetto since that's all they could afford. Due to skyrocketing rents and a pleasant change in the neighborhood over the years, they remained in there long after Anna became a RN and worked at the Presbyterian Hospital. Living in the hood, it's easy to see how Anna was attracted to and loved her men- black, since her husband.. Living with Dad and his WHITE BOOTY QUEEN was mentally and physically torturing me. First was their relationship. It didn't take me long to figure out that something weird and very kinky was going on. Rarely if ever did she call him by name, it was always, "My King", or "Daddy. This woman was not only in love but worshiped my father and would do anything and I mean anything for him. To further demonstrate that, upon Dad's insistence, in the house she wore her various short, lacy dresses, that hung just to the top of her thighs, barely covering her huge ass, displaying the beautiful and sexy thong(that's all she ever wore) of the day which exposed her ample, jiggly white ass cheeks. Complete with 4" high heeled, satin bedroom slippers. He loved her attire as he smacked her PHAT ASS and caressed her thick legs every chance he got; much to her delight. She was his bitch and proudly knew her place. He asserted his position nightly when I'd hear him make her scream as he pounded her into submission with very climatic orgasm after orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. He didn't lift a finger once he got home from work as she was at his becking call. I couldn't believe how subservient she was to him and, to my reluctance, me too. I wasn't used to that. The black women in family and the ones I dated would sooner laugh at me asking them to get me a drink or dare I ask,cook me a meal. In a twisted sense, as twisted as their relationship, I was proud to see pops handling her like that and lived vicariously through him at this display. I was changing to what, I don't know and that scared me. Then there was my confusion fueled by her constantly sexually tormenting me. She knew I wanted her and made it a point to kill me every chance she got with her ample derrière and voluptuous figure in what would become a ritualistic tease game between us;our own unspoken secret language, right under Dad's unsuspecting eyes-at least in my mind. She would smirk and walk with a purposeful shake whenever she noticed me furtively looking or unconsciously squeezing my cock in honor of the awesome display of her feminine flesh.. I would purposely leave the door to my room opened just so I can watch her walk back and forth. That cock teaser would slow her pace just when she got to my door and always seemed to drop something in front of the door just so she could bend over and moan, "Mm mm-" to picked it up then smiling and winking at me as she got up. She often wandered into my room to watch the COOKING CHANNEL with me as she wasn't much of a football fan. There she would play her most grueling cock tease games and torture me with her gorgeous figure during commercial breaks. Because of the view, she sometimes seductively strode with a purposeful shake of her PHAT ASS to my window and bending over to look at her garden. "OOo, my roses are looking very BULBOUS this year." She would add emphasis on 'bulbous' and the site-all ass, juicy thighs and legs was driving me insane. "Mmm and that JAASSSMINE smells so good." Adding emphasis on 'AS' in jasmine. By then I'd be rubbing my forehead in my hand as though I was suffering from headache. "You ok?" She'd ask after finally standing back up and walking to resume her usual seat on my computer chair. "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about the recipes that chef was talking about in that last segment." I lied as I was fighting a raging hard-on I know she'd be able to spot as I was only dressed in boxer briefs and a wife-beater. It was times like this that having a big dick was a hassle. That fucking bitch. "Well don't rub that head too much my PRINCE, we wouldn't want it to explode now would we?" She said pouting her lips as she was playfully caressing the faded part of the back of my head, which she loved to do. We both laughed but I think for different reasons. I was laughing at the double entendre of that statement but based on the evil smirk hidden underneath that playful smile, I got the feeling that she was laughing at the effect her torturous cock-tease was having on me. I was having a hell of a time holding back that beastly hard-on after that display and she knew it and was doing her worst to break me. Commercial break over back to the show neither of us was watching. Being slightly positioned in front of me, I could see the spread of her ass when she sat in my chair. GOOD LORD, that shit was amazing to me the way her ass and thighs spread on that chair, over hanging the sides and back as though there wasn't enough surface space on the chair to contain all this flesh. My eyes were glued to her backside and she, randomly watching me from the corner of her right eye would unnecessarily shift her ass on that chair as though she was grinding on it, like a cock. Once, she got up to get us some drinks during a commercial break. Not being able to help myself, I leaped out of my bed as soon as she was gone and was deeply inhaling her smell off the leather seat as though I were a coke head doing some serious lines. I was in a trance rubbing my cock as I inhaled the sweet pungent smell of her ass and lost track of all space and time when, to my shock and embarrassing surprise, she peered her head in the bedroom to ask me a question and saw me in action. "My PRINCE, how many...uhhh..what are you doing?" She asked with shock and the most puzzled look on her face. As though she didn't know. "OH SHIT! BUSTED!" I thought to myself. "Oh nothing mom, I remembered there was a loose screw at the bottom of the chair and didn't want you to get hurt when you sat on it. "Hmmm...ok, how many ice cubes would you like in your Rum & Coke darling?" She asked with the most peculiar and suspicious look on her face at my weak answer. "Oh, just 3 please." Still casting me suspicious looks, she said 'ok' and resumed her trip to the kitchen. I defiantly and carefully resumed to smelling the seat and had a screw driver in hand, looking like I had just finished tightening an already tight screw under the chair by the time she walked back in the room. She came in with the two drinks in hand and handed me mine looking at me like a detective eying a suspect she knows is guilty. "So did you fix the chair? I wouldn't want to bust that fabulous looking ass of mine." She said while swaying her ass in my face and a real fucked up smirk on her face I was almost beginning to hate. I gave a weak laugh and sheepishly replied, "yeah, it's as good as new now, you could sit on it." My face was flush with embarrassment and I sipped on my drink for something to do. She resumed her seat, the show was back on and so was the tease game. This time when she sat on the chair, she crossed her right leg over the left and was leaning on the left arm of the chair thereby totally giving me a full view of her right cheek, just hovering above the seat with the left cheek all spread out underneath her and dangling her satin slipper off her right foot. Man I couldn't take it. I was fidgety and taking frequent sips of my drink while she was making ambiguous remarks about the ingredients on the screen. That fucking cunt. "Oh my what delicious looking piece of meat. So dark, thick and lean looking don't you think?" "Yeah, yeah it's a nice looking piece of steak." I coolly replied. "And look at that girthy looking cucumber there, and the mushrooms, such bulbous looking mushrooms." The more she spoke, the more she moved, the more she moved, the more that hovering right cheek jiggled in the air over the chair like that. "Mercy." I whispered while rubbing my forehead again. "What did you say hon? Did you say 'mercy'?" "Oh no, I said, 'I see.' When you mentioned the mushrooms." Taking another sip of my drink that was now almost done. "Hhmm..." She said as she half smirked and frowned suspiciously at me again with elevator eyes. She turned her head, uncrossed her legs and with both feet on the floor resumed her grinding and writhing motion while arching her back and randomly casting me suspicious looks at the corners of her eyes and smirking every time she heard me sigh. I was slowly losing the heavyweight bout in my pants. I wouldn't be able to maintain this composure for long and this cock teasing bitch from hell knew it and was waiting for me finally let that bulge grow. So far the only thing's that's kept me at bay is guilt. Pops and I were really starting to get enjoy each other again for the first time and I didn't want this to come between us and break our newly built relationship. Why was she doing this? Does she know of the possible consequences if he found out? Or does she even care? I got angry at her at times but that anger quickly melted like an ice cube in lava as soon as I spotted that PHAT ASS or when I was looking at her beautiful face as she spoke to me. "I'm sorry did you say something?" I asked coming out of that deep thought. "Yes I'm going back for more drinks would you like me to...top... you off?" She said with a slight lust in her tone, now eying the bulge that had grown in my crotch and looking pleased with herself at the sight of my newly broken will. "Yes please." I embarrassingly said as I handed her my glass. She took the glass and made her way to the kitchen. Once I was confident that she was gone, I took another whiff of the chair exactly where he ass had been laying and was inhaling her heavenly musks with my eyes closed. The sounds of footsteps click-clacking on the floor alarmed to her return and I went back to my seat at the edge of the bed. She looked at me then the computer chair when she came back in and asked,"fixing the chair again?" "No, why?" I replied. I just noticed that the seat is in a different position." "Fuck!" I thought to myself, I forgot to rotate the chair back to its original position. "So did you enjoy it?" She asked with a flirtatious look on her face. "Umm...enjoy what?" I asked in bewilderment "Nothing, if you don't know then I don't know." She sighed while smirking. She was now fucking with me and I didn't know how to handle it. Had she been some other chic, yeah I would've admitted it and pushed all kinds of envelopes but being that it was dad's woman, I was trying to steer clear of those murky waters out of respect for him. So I let it go. To my relief pops called for her. "Ok time for wifely duties my PRINCE." She announced as she sprang from the chair. "Why do you call me that?" I asked. "Call you what my PRINCE." She queried once more. "That, 'Prince'." I answered. She kneeled in front of me, lifted my chin with her right hand, caressed my face with her left. While looking at me deeply and longingly, she spoke to me as though she were speaking to a young god who hadn't realized his potential and then said: "Because my PRINCE, that's what you are. Somewhere along the lines you've forgotten that. And I hope someday, hopefully through me (she giggles), you will remember that as you ascend to claim what's yours and eventually be what you were born to be, a KING." She rose up kissed me on the forehead, gave me the tightest hug and bidding me goodnight. "Sweet dreams my PRINCE." She said as she gently and sexily strolled out of my room and closed the door smiling at me the whole time. "OK what the fuck was that all about?" I asked myself. I feel like I had just stepped into a strange new world that's existed for quite a while. What did she mean by me ascending and claiming what was mine? There's that weird, kinky shit again. Something was going on and I wanted to find out. It all started in that bedroom in my fathers and that's where I'll start. There was more than fucking going on in there and I was going to find out. Searching for answers, I became a voyeur to their sexual escapades. One night after watching a movie I rented and shortly before we started our nightly ritual of preparing for bed. She looked at him lovingly and asked, "anything for you before we go to bed my King?" He sat there thought for a second and said, "I feel like a prayer tonight." This chic beamed and came like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller plaza and gleefully squealed, "Oh yes my King, yes. I'll get myself ready." She wished me goodnight with a beaming smile and quickly left the room. Now I've been around many religious people as well as fanatics in my life but I've never seen a person behave to this way over a prayer. I was going to find out what the fuck is going with these two tonight. I looked at pops and he gave me that same arrogant smile and said to me, "ya gotta know how to put them in their place son, that's my secret." He padded me on the shoulder as he laughed and asked if I was going to turn in as well. "Nah, gonna play some midnight ball with the fellas at the Rec. Center." I replied. "Oh ok, bust some ass for me son, still got that wicked cross-over I taught you as a boy?" Gesturing the basketball movement and laughing as he said this. "Yeah I still got it pops, been workin on my long range shots lately. They have no answers for me when they fall." He laughed and proudly bragged, "that's ma boy." He then leisurely walked to the bedroom about to conquer this eagerly awaiting cock-teasing BOOTY QUEEN after wishing me a good game and goodnight. Once I heard the door close I quickly got up, with hurried pace, walked out of the front door, quietly snuck into the tool shed behind the garage, grabbed the step ladder, walked around the house, damn near hugging the walls of the house avoiding the wake of the motion sensors as I walked. I propped up the ladder, climbed up and now had a front row seat of daddy's dominance over his white BOOTY QUEEN; through his bedroom's opened window. Birth of a Prince Ch. 02 She immediately inhaled my now fully erect, monstrous cock and was getting very acquainted with it in no time. Her sweet lips were gliding down on my cock and I'd feel the gentle yet firm suction of her mouth. Sometimes she'd gently glide her teeth along the shaft on the way up hissing in the process, while dripping lots of saliva on the chocolate pipe. Her hands were equally lethal, just finding the sweetest spots on the shaft while caressing it up and down. Mom's blowjobs were wet and very sloppy. Saliva was just running down my shiny, glistening cock onto my balls and the bed, leaving a wet spot right under my ass. Because she had me in another realm with her mouth, with this incredible mind blowing cock worship, I never saw or heard Dad enter the room until he spoke. "You know what I love about this bitch son?" He instantly brought me back down to reality with that question. "Oh hey Dad...uh...what do you love about her?" I sheepishly and embarrassingly inquired not being comfortable about his reaction to all this despite what she told me. "She knows her fucking place in this world, don't you slut?" *Slurp!* "Mmm...You know it DADDY!" *slurp!* *Slurp!* She happily and proudly replied like a true slut. "And where is your place slut?" He asked her with a thunderous slap on her ass making her flinch, squirm and moan to the obvious sting. To the uninitiated, Dad has a home-renovating contracting business and has developed some very rough hands that feel like leather working with bricks, beams of lumber and various materials in that industry. So I know she was feeling these slaps across her beautiful ample ass cheeks. "Oooo...between my MASTER'S legs worshiping his BIG-NIGGA-COCK DADDY...Mmm...." *SMACK!* "AND WHAT IS YOUR CHARGE SLUT?" *SMACK!" "AYEEEEEEE...OOOOOOO...G-GoD! SHIT!" She screamed as she was writhing in pain. Those last two smacks stung and seeing her squirm had awoken a monster in me. She stopped stroking my cock to register and ride out the pain. I instinctively grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to face me. I now felt like a predator about to have his first meal and said: "Don't you fucking stop worshiping my cock slut, answer YOUR KING or face my wrath. What is your fucking charge you cum-guzzling-cock-teaser?" "OHHHHHHH...YES MY PRINCE....YES!" She immediately resumed stroking and worshiping my cock and received two more thunderous ass slap from dad as he was proudly winking and smiling at me. "To give my body willingly to you both. For I love, worship and serve you both-my AFRO-KINGS, MY SUPERIORS. Like no mother or wife has ever loved a husband and son." "Very good ho, now answer me this, do you love my son-your PRINCE?" *SMACK!* He commanded. "Mmmm...oh yes DADDY with all my heart I so love my PRINCE- your glorious seed so dearly." "Are you in love with my son, your future KING you nigga-dick-loving-slut?" Despite the pain, she looked deeply inside my eyes and spoke to me while still stroking and kissing my cock every chance she got. She was a trooper and could take some pain. I am really loving my mom. And with tears of joy and pure lust in her eyes she replied, "Mmm...I am so in love with you my NUBIAN PRINCE. I love you with all my heart and will serve as best I can." And gave me the warmest smile once she finished. *SMACK* "Do you love me, your KING?" Pops demanded. "My KING...I not only love you but I worship the ground you walk on. Your word is my law. You are the most perfect man I know and live for your happiness my KING. Nothing makes me happier." Her head was turned to look him in the eyes as she spoke those words. This was strange, so kinky and sexy. I've never felt love like this and was now becoming addicted to it. I couldn't go back-out even I wanted to at this point. It was then I decided that this was going to be my lifestyle from now on. "Good girl...now it's time to atone for you sassiness. Son, she's made me aware that she's been cock-teasing you since you've been home is this true?" "Oh hell yeah. This bitch was fucking tormenting me on a regular basis." I quickly replied. It was time for payback, time to repay this bitch for all of the frustration, misery and raging hard-on she caused me. I saw the fear and excitement in her eyes when I looked down on her, as though she was saying not you too, please don't punish me my Son. Then something strange was awoken in me. I felt the need to dominate and exert my power over her. And with pops right there encouraging me, I felt very strong and ready to conquer the world. The wolf in me has arisen. I got up and exchanged places with my father. She was between his legs sucking his cock and I was the one smacking her phat ass, caressing her sweet, soft, red cheeks and talking to her. "So mom, this is the sweet ass you've been torturing me with. Will you ever tease me and not please me with it again?" SMACK SMACK* "Oooowww, no my Prince please forgive me I beg you." She screamed "NO! Take it like the slut you are. Suck his cock you cock-teasing whore." SMACK* "Yes my Prince." She gobbled and deep-throated pops who had the biggest grin on his face watching his son master his wife. After slobbering and choking on his cock to my satisfaction I announced, "now it's time to see if this slut is worthy of our nigga cocks in her pops. Get up so she can lick your ass." "Good idea son, you're evil just like me." He said as he grinned, got up, turned around on his fours and stuck his ass out. *SMACK* "Lick his ass slut, lick your KING'S ass and make sure you clean it good." *SMACK* All that could be heard were her muffled moans as she dived and had her face buried in my father's ass while I was shoving her face up it. My cock was throbbing and begging for release during this hot scene. So I spat in my hand to lube the head a little and shoved my BIG PHAT BLACK cock up her ass to both of our delight. Now it was my turn to torture that slut and I was determined to make her pay for all that teasing with my rock hard cock up her ass. So I tormented her by inserting that hard COCK just past the head. "That's all you get for now slut, just the head. That big FAT BULBOUS HEAD, since like BULBOUS heads so much." "Oh GOD...my Prince, please ..." "Yeah yeah...*SMACK* ... get back to eatin ASS slut, you weren't told to speak." *SMACK* I interjected. I couldn't believe what I was saying and doing to her. This scene had me in a deep trance and that squishy, suctioning noise from me shoving my girthy black pipe up her fat white ass, combined with her constant moans and pleading was feeding the lusty beast in me. The dormant wolf was out. All I wanted to do was Dominate her, the way Dad was. I was power hungry and she was feeding and nurturing the young wolf- soon to be King. I now know what she meant when she said, "through me you will remember." I gripped and choked my already hard shaft with my right hand, trapping the blood, thereby making an already swollen and fat cock head even fatter and pulsing with lust, taking up all kinds of space in that oh so tight hole making it wider, and that slut was loving every stroke of it. "Oh my Prince, yes...take me...take my ass...fuck my ass, it's yours. Take it please." "*SMACK* ...Bitch you don't tell me what to do, I'll take that ass when I please, not when you say. Get back to licking your King's ass and don't stop until you're told." I barked as I shoved her face back up my Dad's ass to his delight evidenced by his laughter. "Yes my NUBIAN PRINCE." She mumbled. I was having the time of my life sliding the head in and out of her eagerly anticipating asshole. She was ready for a reaming and was whimpering after each poke anticipating the feel of my long and girthy shaft that would eventually come at my discretion. Just when she got used to my rhythmic poking of her asshole with my head, I slowly and sweetly slid the entire shaft up that sweet hole. "Oooooohhhhhh FUUUUUUUCKKK...Ohhhhhh....Yes....my sweet PRIINCE...." Now I was getting my dues. This was for all the nights I laid up in my bed stroking myself to sleep. "...*STROKE*...OHHHHHHH!!!" This is for wishing I could fuck the beautiful, large PHAT WHITE ASS that haunted me since my return. The PHAT WHITE ASS she was proudly strutting in my presence with no shame. "*STROKE*...OHHH my PRINCE....OHHH SHIT IT'S SOOOO BIG...." The PHAT WHITE ASS that's caused me so much anguish, grief and confusion. Dayum retribution feels and strokes so good. *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* "TAKE IT BITCH. TAKE ALL OF IT. All those times you were teasing me with that ASS. The many times you made my DICK hard and dripping with precum with that ass. TAKE IT BITCH." I reminded her while pumping that long black steel all the way up her ass. *STROKE*"OH MY GOD...I'm so so sorry my PRINCE...please forgive my sassiness." *STROKE* "FUCK THAT. TAKE IT BITCH!...*STROKE* The many nights and days I laid up in this bed stroking myself after you came in my room and left me with nothing more than a hard-on and a confused head. TAKE IT BITCH.!*STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE*" I was now slamming that hard, angry and frustrated cock deep into her. "*SLAM* *SLAM* TAKE!" "Oooooowwwwww!!" *SLAM* "ALLL!" "Ayyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" *SLAM* "OF THAT!" *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* "OH GOD I'm CUMMMMING PRINCE...yes....OH GOD YESSSSSS! PLEASE FASTER. MORE PLEASE my PRINCE!" With that I was hittin that PHAT WHITE ASS with all the power and speed I could muster while holding on to her hips with dear life. It felt so good that I busted my nut all up in there. Pops turned around and let off into her sweet mouth. We were all locked in a cosmic orgasm that had us creaming at the top of our lungs. And it all came to a very climatic end that fast. We fell asleep in my bed, exhausted from that torrid threesome. I was nicely awakened in the morning morning by mom's sweet lips wrapped around my cock. She looked up and smiled lovingly at me when she felt me stirring. "Good morning my PRINCE. How are you feeling today handsome?" I stretched, yawned, rubbed my eyes and replied. "Oh man, apart from this hunger, I feel fucking great. Thanks to you mom." She kissed my cock and replied, "Mmm...You are so welcome my beautiful Prince." "Yeah yeah just make sure you get breakfast ready slut. I'm starvin too. This bitch can wear a brotha out right son?" Dad laughed while stretching with both arms above his head. He then got up, walked around the bed, positioned himself behind Anna who nstinctively and without looking, rose her ass up in the air and presented it to him as though it was a sacrificial offering. He smacked it a couple of times randomly switching hands and cheeks for a few seconds then said. "Mmmm...Time for some good ole vitamin A, right bitch?" Giving Anna the most loving and lustful look after saying that. "Oh yes my KING, please have my ASS and worship it as you will my KING." She replied adoringly. "You see son, this black man's weakness is a big ASS. I just have to bury my face in it every dayum day." He then lowered his head to her swaying ass and began to kiss and lick each cheek so lovingly. I've never seen dad like this. Like me he truly was an ASSMAN. He was in his own heaven as he parted her cheeks, took a deep whiff of her ass crack and moaned as the sweet pungent smell of her ass invaded his nostrils. Instantaneously his cock jumped and immediately hardened in response to the smell, feel and visuals. By then she was slobbering, spitting and stroking all over my now fully erect cock. So as he was worshiping her ass, she was worshiping my cock. This was truly heaven. He was now tonguing her anus deeply and lovingly while smacking it randomly. The more furious he loved her ass the more intense her cock sucking got and it was driving me wild and to the brink of shooting that day's first load in her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to fight that nut. Finally he did it. The tongue lashing he was giving her ass finally paid off when he brought her to climatic orgasm. She stopped sucking and stroking to ride out the sheer pleasure he had given her. Although her mouth was wide open, no sound came out and I could see her throat expand with her veins bulging at the side of her neck until she finally let out a low but loud moan and dropping her head to the bed like it weighed a ton. "OHHHHHHHH...MY...G-GOD...OHHHHHHH....SHHHHHHHIIIIITTTT....MY KING....OHHHH...YESS...MY KING...THANK YOU...OH FUCK THAT WAS GOOD!" He stood up and had the biggest smile on his face. She sat up, gave him a huge hug and they kissed. He smacked her ass and said, "get back to my son." "Yes sir!" She quickly replied and she looked down at my fully hard COCK begging for attention from her. By now the room was bright as it was flooded by sunlight coming in from the windows. It was then she finally took in my size since it was dark when she first experienced me. She then grabbed that bobbing cock and was feverishly sucking it while looking at me deeply and talking to me in the process. She was so fucking sexy. "You are a beautiful Prince. Such a beautiful man with a beautiful cock....Mmmmm!" "Thank you mom, glad you like it." I replied, allowing her to sit and ride my pulsating COCK. "Like it? I LOVE IT son. You are such a beautiful man. I want you inside me all the time. I want you to take and control me. I LOVE YOU son." "I love you too mom...mmmm." This exchange was so hot, even Dad felt it and was stroking his cock watching his wife-my mom riding me with passion while giving him random glances and encouraging him to stroke it for her. "Yes my KING, stroke that big black cock for me. You like the way I fuck your son?" "Oh yes, you nasty slut, ride my seed." He was stroking his cock with the same fever pitch her ass was rising and dropping on me. The visual combination of both their actions and the sweet feeling of her pussy on my pulsating cock was weakening me. "Such a nasty KING you are, jerking off watching me ride and grind your son's cock. God I love you KING." "Ah shit, son, she's such a nasty slut aint she?" "Hell yeah dad, she's the best. You are so lucky Dad, so fucking lucky to have a wife like her." "Oh look at you two bonding over me." "But he's right, I am lucky, the luckiest man in the world right now to have a such a beautiful and sexy wife that takes care of me and my son. I LOVE YOU BABY." He said while maintaining that furious pace on his cock. "Oh GOD, I love you two, I so dearly love my men." She said as she was furiously riding and grinding on me in the process. This was such a hot scene. Dad took a few steps closer to her and presented his cock to her adoring mouth. She was sucking him with love, the love only a soul mate can give. "She's the best right son?" He asked as he was stroking her hair and shoving his HUGE COCK in her mouth making her gag. "Fuck...yes Dad, simply the best and greatest." "Oh fuck this going to make cum....OH SHIT...OH...SHIT!" She was bouncing on me real fast and hard and upon hearing she was cumming, I finally let go and announced that I too was coming. Upon hearing that she opened her mouth and amazingly swallowed his entire first load and was able to completely engulf his cock with her mouth to take in all the subsequent shots of cum in her mouth and kept swallowing. As she was caressing and kissing his now limp but still swollen cock, thanking him for the huge load he just deposited down her throat moaning and staring deeply and lovingly in his eyes. After she finished draining his balls he had his right arm around her embracing her and kissing her on the forehead. I then sat up and hugged them both. We were absorbing the high of the moment and bonding. I felt closer to them than anyone in my life. It then occurred to me that that morning's events was a celebration and devotion to her-our slut. We were showing her how much we loved appreciated her as a woman. It felt so good. This beautiful moment was interrupted by our grumbling stomachs. "Let me get my beautiful men some food. What would you like my handsome PRINCE?" She asked me with the most adoration in her voice as she smiled. "Hmm...I could tear through some eggs, sausage and those delicious peach pancakes you make mom." She smiled and caressed my face and said, "alright son and what about you my KING? How may I satisfy your hunger this morning?" She asked while looking up at him as she was gently caressing his face as well. "I'll have the same love. You know how I like my eggs and sprinkle some of that grated smoked Gouda cheese that I love....hehehe." "Alright you two get yourselves ready while I whip this up." She was smiling and clearly in bliss surrounded by those she loves. She jumped off the bed, slipped on her satin Kimono that was on my computer chair as well as he slippers and happily made her way to the kitchen. After a few steps she stopped and turned around to look at us and I could see the joy in her eyes and heart. She sighed and said, "how lucky can a girl get?" Laughed and headed out of the room into the kitchen. She couldn't help but add an extra switch to her ass while she was walking cause she just knew we were staring at that phat ass. And when she made it to the door she turned her head slightly to confirm that we were indeed checking her sexy ass out. We were both squeezing our cocks in unison and biting our lower lips while smiling at her. She laughed and disappeared into the hallway. "She is one sexy bitch dad! You hit the jackpot when you bagged this one." He laughed, padded me on my right shoulder, looked at me and said, "thank you son. I'm glad you appreciate my wife uh.. your mom...hahahaha." When he said "mom", I instinctively thought of my biological mother and wondered what really happened between them and how did he go from a being a black revolutionary to being blissfully in love with this beautiful and sexy goddess of a white woman cooking our breakfast. So I asked him about it and his face turned grim as he was now forced to relive some painful memories of his past.