PROLOGUE

Mama H grabbed ahold of Kingson's dick from under his bathrobe. She leaned over to kiss him with ardor, a long denied indulgence she allowed herself to fully enjoy now. His mouth was so warm, tinged with the flavor of kiwi and the passion fruit she had juiced and chilled for him before also preparing some meals to bring. Mia had surely devastated such a young and virile man and Mama H could not allow such a transgression to go unanswered.

Kingson loved Mia without reservation and her recent revelation to him that she wanted a divorce had been devastating. Imagine, he had walked out of Mama H's house without so much as a wave. True, Mama H had been upstairs seeing to the supervision of some of her children in private tutoring classes, but when she had returned downstairs to find Kingson gone, Mama H confronted her daughter over his absence.

"Wherever did that lovely husband of yours go?" Mama H had questioned Mia who was sitting in an armchair in a small dining room, looking at nothing.

"Oh, uh... He left, Ma," Mia had distractedly responded.

"Really? And without so much as signalling me before leaving?" Mama H made an incredulous face.

"He said he had some things to do."

"That's strange, because all he could talk about was spending time with you. I even told him the lie you left for me to tell him." She sat diagonal to her daughter, who glanced questioningly at her. "Of course he didn't buy it."

"Mama..." Mia began hesitantly. "Mama, I... I'm in love with someone else." Well, it happened, oftener than people supposed, which was often enough, in and of itself.

"Oh, baby... You're so stupid." Mia looked shocked. "Do you think I loved your father when I first married him?" Mia was dumbfounded and it showed. "It took you being born for me to start loving him. Nothing ends as it begins, my love, but you won't even give it a chance."

"It's been four years, Ma."

"And what? Some people who were forced to marry never fall in love with each other. And because of... you know, your condition..." Mama H gestured with her hand in Mia's direction. "Because of your condition, you cannot afford to be the hasty one." Mia sat like a statue, immobile.

"Mama, I'm pregnant," Mia announced. A look of pure tenderness suffused Mama H's face. She quickly went to her daughter and sat on the arm of her chair, holding her, rocking her to and fro as if she were a child again needing comfort for some newly acquired wound. Tears again rolled down Mia's cheeks. "You haven't heard it all, Mama." Mama H stopped rocking Mia and cocked am eyebrow at her firstborn. "The baby's not Kingson's." Well, that happened quite often, too, although once word got out, Mia's reputation would certainly take a heavy blow. "It's Branson's child, Mama." Vertigo wrapped Mama H in sudden turbulence and she had to step away from and at the same time hold onto to the armchair in which Mia perched. The latter reached out to her mother wanly, who pushed her hand away.

"Mia, what have you done?" Mama H demanded, feeling sick to her stomach. "What have you done?" Mia began crying again. "Are you telling me you have fallen in love with the twin brother of your husband?" Mia couldn't even answer as she wept. "What in the hell was going on in that thick skull of yours? That... is... an... abomination!" Each word in Mama H's exclamation was punctuated by a hard rap on the skull.

Rarely did Mama H beat her children. Instead, she would use her forefinger or middle finger to tap the stubbornness in your head right out. Those taps were so shameful, somehow worse than a full beating would have been. And all of the shame came back to Mia, the shame of what she had done. She sobbed and even wailed. The mother's heart was touched, a heart that could instantly forgive a child almost any wrongdoing when she saw the child was in agony, particularly the agony of the child knowing she was in the wrong. Mama H held Mia to calm her down again.

"Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh," Mama H whispered into her daughter's ear. "It's gonna be all right, baby. It's gonna be all right." Mama H had seen some things in her lifetime and she knew, without a doubt that "it" definitely was not gonna be all right.

As Mama H thought back to that earlier confrontation with Mia, inexplicably, her lust for Kingson intensified. She sat near him, removing her blouse and brassiere, then her heels and pantyhose. Kingson took hold of her and picked her up to straddle him. On his lap now, she cupped her breasts and groaned as his teeth gently bit and sucked her nipples, sucking away at one and then the other full breast. Now he squeezed her breasts, sucking them harder, like flavored crushed ice, squeezing them again and again, increasing the pressure of his squeezes until she yelped out softly.

They began kissing again, inhaling and tasting deeply of one another, kissing ravenously, hungry with too long delayed passion, each sucking on the other's tongue. Kingson squeezed her thick ass again and again, rubbing it, massaging its firmness and yet, when squeezed, the buttocks became softer again, ass cheek flesh lumping through his fingers. Throughout all of this kissing and touching, his dick rubbed against her pussy. Mama H ran her hands all over his firm body, his muscles rippling under dark skin she repeatedly kissed and massaged when they weren't swallowing each other's mouth.

Suddenly, Mama H shifted her ass back and pushed his legs open as she knelt in between them.

Her hair was in a bob and she was going bobbing.

Closing her exotic lips over the tip of his dick, she played with and sucked just that part of his member. He kept his hands to either side of him on the couch and veins burst forth on his body as he lifted his face to the ceiling, teeth clenched. Mama H knew how to please a man, even after so long. Finally, after teasing him so much, she wrapped his dick firmly in her mouth and, with her eyes fixed on his sweaty and straining face, she swallowed his entire shaft. He was incredulous and felt a surging from his stomach to his balls to under his hips.

Mama H maintained eye contact with Kingson with his cock completely in her mouth, barely breathing. For a few minutes she knelt in and held that position, his dick almost completely clogging her esophagus. The fountain of come came with little warning, the hot sperm sliding from the top of Mama H's throat to slide back and down her gullet as she swallowed and continued to swallow without moving from her current position. Her eyes were still fixed on him as he blasted shot after shot of semen into her mouth and she swallowed with minimal difficulty. He didn't touch her head because of her surely expensive hairdo but also because there was no need to - she was the one face fucking herself. She had deepthroated his cock and was holding her place as seriously as an Antarctic Treaty soldier. Eventually the come stopped flowing but Mama H continued kneeling there, his entire dick a bit soft now, still fully encapsulated in her mouth. There was something about seeing a man's entire phallus inside a woman's mouth that made that same man strong, that made him love that woman more.

Mama H then began bobbing her head up and down slowly, feeling the ridges and veins that stood out on Kingson's hammer. He stretched his arms out onto the back of the couch, the back of his head also leaning against the headrest. Mama H sucked his dick like it was the last thing she had promised to do for him in life. Her mouth was expert at pulling and drawing on his member, cupping his hairy balls in her hand and gently rolling them along her fingers. She sucked and sucked on his big dick, then she stopped and began licking his balls, placing them in her mouth, at times one after another, at other times simultaneously. She stood up.

"Young man, I hope you've heard of the saying that 'one hand washes the other...'" Mama H began.

"...And they both wash the face," Kingson interrupted knowingly. He stood up and, holding her by the hand, led her to his room, a midsized affair with a king-sized bed that dominated more than half of the room's space. She put a knee on the bed and made as if to turn over but Kingson held her there. He kneeled behind her and began eating her pussy from the back, his nose pleasantly abridged to her anus. She spread her legs farther apart and Kingson continued lapping at her vagina like he was licking ice cream. All of a sudden, his tongue licked right up to her anus, surprising her and tickling all the nerves in her nether regions. His tongue darted around her anus, sucking on the puckered exit which made her clench the bedsheets in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and moaned aloud in abandon. Kingson knew how to please a woman without a doubt and it was her daughter's loss.

While his tongue rapidly darted just inside of her butthole, he reached up and with two fingers began finger-fucking her tight and wet as fuck pussy. She was experiencing hitherto unknown physical sensations. She hadn't known this much pleasure existed in the world. Her body rocked back and forth to the fingering rhythm of this wonderful young man who was making her feel like an adolescent ingenue. She felt inexperienced, innocent, almost virginal. His fingers explored inside her vagina time and again. She groaned louder and began speaking.

"Oh, baby, yes, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, yes, just like that, yes, baby, I'm-" The vaginal release was like the strike of a thunderbolt. She trembled throughout as if struck by an actual thunderbolt. Out of the blue, Kingson turned her over and put his face into her pussy, spreading her legs wide apart again. Her body spasmed from the unfinished orgasm and she held onto his head as he performed on her whilst she was yet orgasming.

Words could not describe her heightened senses: goosebumps rippled across her skin, awash with the sensation of completion as her floodgates were shattered yet again. He made her feel... shiny, new, somehow... worthwhile. His face was slick with her pussy juices and he continued eating her out with one focus in mind: to please her.

She thrashed about, trying to keep from screaming at the amount of sheer pleasure coursing through her veins. His tongue licked and sucked, lapped and slurped, searching for different nerves and methods by which to further stimulate her. She was cooing and crying out in a long series of denials, as well as drawn out and lusty growls. The growls alternated to yelps and yips as she beat on the mattress in abandonment.

Again, she came.

"Oh, baby boy. Oh, baby. Baby, come here, come kiss me, baby. Oh, my goodness." Mama H whispered sweet nothings to Kingson as he stared down at her and smiled. She was having difficulty catching her breath and put one hand to her chest and one hand covering her pussy as the tremors from this next orgasm surged through her mercilessly. She cried and laughed, exhaling heavily, thirstily, as the release sliced through her innermost parts and left her drained and satisfied. She now lay spreadeagle and it was only when Kingson moved on top of her that she was reminded he had some dick to break her off with; actually, a whole lot of dick!

Kingson raised her legs and held them to either side before inserting himself slowly, slowly, until his whole cock was inside her tightness. It was passing strange to Kingson: many women he knew with children had tighter pussies than chicks without kids. Virgin pussy was the tightest, yes, everyone agreed - however, it was likely that pussy that had already given birth exercised more muscles than pussy that hadn't, therefore making that baby dropping pussy tight as mosquito pussy. Whatever the case, Mama H's pussy was that good-good, able to squeeze a dick while it was pounding her, able to create a fleshy tunnel that caressed and stroked the phallus at work. He pounded her vagina, not wildly, but in perfect control of his movements. He bent over and kissed her, suffocating her briefly and squeezing her ass and thighs. His hands alternated in pressing her voluptuous breasts, tender and firm with little sign of sagging; sometimes he was gentle, sometimes he was not so gentle - all the time he was honest and hungry!

A bit of time passed before he started pumping into her pussy furiously, causing her minor discomfort and major eye watering pleasure. Kingson beat her pussy until she became overly tired, disoriented. He continued pounding her pussy and she began trying to escape his hammer strokes; he merely shifted his weight and followed her with the dick, riding her mercilessly.

"Baby, baby... uh... uh... uh..." she called out faintly. "Baby, you love me, baby?" More pounding followed before he leaned down and plastered kisses all over her mouth.

"Yes, my love... Uh... Yes, I... I love you, baby. I love you." Mama H wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to press his mouth to hers. She wanted to suck the life force from him as she had sucked his dick earlier: fervently and at times rapidly and urgently. Their lips were locked for an inestimable period as Kingson continued smashing her love box, banging her pussy like an African drum. He struggled to hold one thick leg up as she was too tired to even try to help him keep both of her legs up.

Her next orgasm weakened her to the point of palsy.

Her pussy sought relief from the thundering blows it was experiencing; it has been so long since someone had fucked her so _good_! It had been so long since someone had fucked her period, for that matter - fucked her into tot submission, where she was now. The amount of sweat pouring from them both was detestable; she hated sweating this much. His AC was on and that made it worse because it meant that she was really exerting herself. Her bob had come undone and the perm she had pricily paid to painstakingly have arranged into the bob was drenched in sweat, plastering to her skull and frizzy.

But goddamn she knew she was still fine, skin glistening with turbulent perspiration, titties flying up and down with every thrust. She felt Kingson stiffen and he began to fuck her faster. Normally, this was the wrong thing to do; however, he lifted her ass in order for her pelvis to meet his every pounding lunge, finally executing a tremendous lunge forward and downward, whereupon a stream of creamy elixir commenced issuing from him in a steady cascade of life giving warmth. As his seed swarmed its way deep down into Mama H, she contracted her pussy walls a few more times, weakly, at this point, but with enough pressure to cause shivers to course up and down Kingson's back and bowels. The way she gripped his dick with her pussy was awe-inspiring but thank goodness she didn't know, couldn't know, that he was a "laster." It had been an hour of straight fucking Kingson had performed; along with the pussy and ass eating, as well as the dick sucking, one and a half hours had easily passed by. There wasn't a better way known to man to pass the time.

It was going on midnight and Kingson again kissed Ms. Halcyon, unaware of the sparse tears flowing down his cheeks. She held his kiss as long as possible, tasting his tears, seemingly able to detect the ingredients in those tears: bitterness, disappointment, regret and incredible loss. He collapsed atop her; for some time she lay there bearing his weight with his limp dick still inside her. His weight became uncomfortable so she shifted a bit under him and he scrambled to get off her, believing her to be hurt. She pulled him close to spoon her, backing her firm and fat ass into his nether region and he instinctively stuck part of his dick inside her and slept. His hand cuffed one of her heavy titties and he kissed her neck. She could swear he faintly said the name "Mia," but it didn't matter. He was with one of Mia's creators which was, at the very least, just as good.