Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2011 11:11:18 -0800 (PST) From: August Zellner Subject: Mohawk Boy Part 7 Yes, White Feather Got Pregnant One evening, about 7 months after I returned from my conference in Florida, my wife and I were sitting in the family room watching TV and she had the remote. She was flipping through the channels and landed at one of those cable news magazine shows -- you know, the kind that tries to grab your attention by focusing on the most lurid crap they can come up with. This episode of the show was called "Too Young to be Pregnant!" and when they came back from the commercials the next segment was called "Pregnant at the Age of 11!!" and as the film began to roll I just froze and the blood drained from my head -- oh yes, there they were, White Feather and her mom, and her mom was crying uncontrollably while the reporter asked her how in the world her little girl had gotten pregnant and the cameraman zoomed in mercilessly so you could see every tear falling down her face. They did not show White Feather's face or give anybody's real name, but for those of us "in the know" there was no mistaking her. I sat in stony silence, even though at an intellectual level I knew there was no way my wife could possibly connect me to what was playing on the TV. It seems that it took about 5 1/2 months for White Feather's parents to figure out she was pregnant. And actually, I can't blame them because, really, the idea that your 11 year old daughter might be pregnant should be too much to ask of anyone. By the time they realized there was something wrong with their daughter, why was she getting fat?, and took her to a doctor and found out OH MY GOD SHE'S PREGNANT it was too late, an abortion was out of the question because (as the reporter was only too happy to point out) the extreme right-wing douche bags that control that state had so fucked over women's reproductive rights that it was totally impossible for even an 11-year-old to get an abortion after the first trimester. Not only that, but the extreme right-wing bible-thumping preacher at their church had made it abundantly clear that every abortion was an abomination before God, even an abortion for an 11-year-old. But that wasn't even the end of it -- when that idiot preacher found out that White Feather was pregnant he went ballistic, pounded his fist on the lectern in front of the whole congregation and declared that this little girl was a sinner, that she must be cast out from God's people and she could never be saved! What a shit-head! And to top it all off, White Feather's own father was so wrapped up in all this right-wing Christian bullshit that he proceeded to reject his own family and move out of the house, just to "save his soul." Only White Feather's mother stayed with her, and she was so stunned by everything that had happened that she just cried uncontrollably as the cameras rolled. But she had to go through with this tabloid TV interview, she really needed the $200,000 now that her husband had left her and she had no insurance to cover the birth of her grandchild. My wife was muttering and shaking her head while she watched all this, but then just as they were wrapping up the segment she flicked the remote and started channel-surfing again. As a result, I did not see what Mohawk saw when he came walking through his grandma's living room while she was watching that very same TV show, glanced at the TV and just about shit a brick right then and there. He only saw the end of it but that was plenty -- he had just turned 13 a couple of weeks ago and he was going to be a dad! Of course he kept his mouth shut, but his grandma was muttering and shaking her head, and she left the TV show going, so when the show's anchorman came back on after that segment and said, "We'll keep you up to date on this very tragic story and show you photos of the baby boy when he's born ..." he saw that. Both of us got on our computers at the earliest discreet opportunity (in my case it was on my office computer), went straight to that TV show's web site and watched that segment again and downloaded it, but since the downloadable version did not include the anchorman's comment about keeping you updated, only Mohawk had the foresight to save that website as a favorite on his computer, and make regular visits as time went on. Neither Mohawk nor I had any way of knowing this, but after the TV crew left and White Feather's mom cried inconsolably for hours afterward, she finally began to think things through and come to grips with the situation she and her young daughter now found themselves in. The extreme right-wing douche bags that control that state had made extra sure that there would be absolutely no sex education in any public school, and certainly not in any elementary school. And of course, she was not going to learn anything about sex from that shit-head preacher. And Mom had to admit to herself that she and her husband had done absolutely nothing to teach their little daughter what she needed to know, and now little White Feather was so ignorant of everything that when the TV cameras were trained on her it was obvious she had no idea how she even became pregnant or what being pregnant even meant! Oh Stella you have been such a fool! she thought and cried even more. The Florida vacation happened in early summer, so by the time the shit hit the fan it was winter, in fact White Feather was on her Christmas school break, so the next day Stella had a chance to have a good long talk with her little daughter. She had been thinking about it all night, and so she called her daughter into the kitchen and sat her down and said, "Oh darling everything is so terrible now and it's all my fault!" "Oh no Mom, nothing's your fault!" "Oh honey, there's so much I need to say to you right now I don't even know where to start! You don't even know how you got pregnant, do you? Do you even know that you're gonna have a baby 3 months from now? What are we gonna do?" White Feather was stunned. "I'M gonna have a baby? I thought YOU were gonna have a baby. You said I couldn't have a baby until I grow up and get married!" "Oh honey I know I said that, but what I meant is, that's the way it's supposed to happen -- but that's not the way it happened for you ..." And so, Stella promised her little daughter that she would tell her everything she needed to know in this life, and that she would stand by her every step of the way, and always take her side against the whole world from now on. She would do everything for her little daughter, but that means White Feather had to always tell her mom everything too. We have to find out how it is that you got pregnant and who the father is. The only way for any girl to have a baby is for a man to put his hard penis in her privates and shoot some sticky white stuff called sperm in there. When the man did that he would be pushing his penis in and out of your privates for at least a few minutes before the sperm came. Then the sperm would join with the egg inside of you and make a baby. As White Feather listened to this very basic, almost clinical description of sexual intercourse, that was the very first time she understood that there might be some connection between fucking boys and having a baby -- that's how ignorant about all this she was. Stella saw that look of total shock come across her daughter's face and said, "What's the matter dear, what?" "OH MY GOD Mom, is that really how you make a baby? Oh my God!!" and right then and there she proceeded to rat out Uncle Jimmy. She told her all about the "fun stuff" Uncle Jimmy had convinced her to do with him, not just getting fucked by him but even the part about sucking his dick and going for a walk down Main Street (but she did not tell Mom about doing that again after Uncle Jimmy left). Well as you can imagine this information about Uncle Jimmy just about blew Mom's head off -- she never liked that little brat in the first place, and now she's found out his is a child-molesting pervert who took away her little daughter's innocence! Needless to say, he is in state prison right now serving a very long stretch to be followed by a lifetime on the sexual predator list, because those same extreme right-wing douche bags that made it totally impossible for an 11-year-old girl to either learn anything at all about sex or get an abortion once her ignorance made her pregnant, also take a very dim view of any 16-year-old child molester. Who says you can't have it both ways, right? Still, Stella told her little girl that no, Uncle Jimmy can't be the baby's father because all that happened too long ago, and besides you weren't making eggs back then and you can't make a baby unless you have both the egg and the sperm. White Feather realized that also ruled out Kenny, who was not making sperm when she was fucking him, and that was a good thing because she really did not want to rat him out because he really was a nice kid even though she had been so mean to him when they broke up. Little did she know that even as she and her mom were sitting there at the kitchen table that morning, cute little Kenny (now 11 years old) was laying naked in a hayloft in a heated barn teaching a little 9-year-old neighbor girl everything he had learned during his time with White Feather! But that really is a whole different story ... "No," said Stella, "because of how far along the doctor said you are, it would have had to have been right around the time we got back from our vacation in Florida ..." As those words were coming out of her mom's mouth, that's when the truth finally hit White Feather and she just about shit a brick!! "MOHAWK!!" she said and just started staring into space. She had been a little slow trying to digest all of this new information her mom was telling her about eggs and sperm and making babies and how long it takes etc. etc., so it had not even occurred to her until that very second that the Mohawk boy could be the baby's father. In her defense, until about 3 minutes ago she didn't even realize that being pregnant meant she was going to have a baby, so give her a little time to catch up ... "Mohawk??!! Honey, what in the world are talking about??" Now remember, White Feather had never even mentioned the Mohawk boy to her parents, she had promised to keep their love affair a total secret and she had kept that promise. And now that she knew the truth, that she was going to have a baby boy and that the boy she had been dreaming about every day and night since she got back from vacation was going to be the baby's father -- well, to her little mind it was just like a dream come true, like the end of some Disney movie or something. Suddenly she was excited and happy! She jumped up from the table and started running around the house yelling "Mohawk! Mohawk! I love you! You're a dad!" and Stella was sitting there at the kitchen table in stunned silence. Finally Stella regained some of her composure and said "Honey! Darling, please come back here and tell me what's going on!" And so White Feather did return to the kitchen and excitedly told her mom all about the wonderful boy she had met on vacation, and how he was just so handsome and fun to play with at the beach and around the swimming pool and at the recreation center, and how he was so smart he seemed to know all kinds of things like how big the ocean was, and what kinds of plants and animals lived in Florida, and how far away the timeshare resort was from Disney World and Sea World -- just all kinds of stuff that she did not know anything about and she would listen to him talk about all this things while they played and swam and ran up and down the beach together ... (of course we know the reason why Mohawk seemed to know all these things was because, as I said, he's really good at geography, it's his favorite subject at school -- but I also have to admit that he was a pretty good bullshitter and not everything he told little White Feather was even true but he just said whatever seemed to impress her) ... but as she was gushing on and on about this wonderful boy she wasn't saying anything at all about the day she spent fucking him and sucking his dick over and over in my timeshare unit. So after Stella listened for a while to this gushing description of the most wonderful boy in the whole wide world, she stopped her little daughter for a moment and asked, "So, this Mohawk, he put his penis in you too ...?" "Oh yes Mom, we just fucked over and over again that last day before we left to come home, and I sucked his dick too -- can you have a baby from eating a boy's sperm?" Stella's head was spinning, she had no idea that words like that could even come out of her little daughter's mouth. But before she could even recover herself, White Feather went back to her glowing description of what a wonderful boy he was, and she just sat there stunned again as her daughter went on and on, until at some point she heard her say "... and he's a nigger, and ..." and that's when it was Stella's turn to shit a brick. She just about fainted and fell out of her chair, but then she put her hand on her daughter's arm and said, "Stop -- stop!" White Feather stopped and looked at her mom. "Well in that case, I think that better be the last time I ever hear you say that word," she said. "What word, Mom?" "Nigger. I don't ever want to hear that word again in this house." "Why?" Now at this point, it is good to remind you that White Feather lived in a very small farm town where there were no black people, and the people of that little town were so very conservative and frankly racist that they used the word nigger all the time -- and after all, there were no black people around to be offended by this racism. White Feather's own father used the word all the time which explains why she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But now Stella realized that, as if everything else that was going on was not enough, today and right now was going to have to be when she had to explain racism to her little daughter and why she should never ever use the word nigger again. So she did, and she explained that nigger is a terrible insult, just about the worst thing you could possibly call someone. "Even worse than douche bag?" asked White Feather. Of course she had no idea what a douche bag was, only that kids at school said it to insult each other and it sounded like just about the worst thing anybody could say. By this time Stella was past the point of being shocked by whatever came out of her daughter's mouth, so she just said, "Yes dear, much worse than douche bag." Then it was White Feather's turn to cry. "Oh Mom, I said nigger a couple of times, right in front of Mohawk! Do you think he hates me??" Fortunately, Stella had the presence of mind to ask, "Well, when he told you he loves you, was that before or after you said it?" "After ..." "Well then, he knows you didn't mean anything by it and he forgives you." But meanwhile she was thinking, I can't believe I'm sitting here making excuses for this little bastard that fucked my daughter and got her pregnant! Still, at that moment she was ready to say anything to console her little girl. So White Feather cheered up and went on to tell her mom that Mohawk was going to find her when they grow up and they would live happily ever after. Stella said, "Well honey, that's not gonna happen -- we have to find this `Mohawk' boy now because he has to pay for what he's done to you." But this sent White Feather into a crying screaming frenzy. "NO WAY!! I love Mohawk and he loves me and I'm not gonna do anything to help you or the cops or anyone find him! And you promised me you would stand by me every step of the way, and always take my side against the whole world from now on! Well, my side is I love Mohawk and there's no way he should get in trouble for anything!" Oh shit, Stella, she's got you by the balls this time! You really did make that promise, not even 15 minutes ago, and now you're already going against her! So Stella had to scrape her little daughter off the ceiling and calm her down, and repeat her promise and agree that any talk about finding Mohawk was off the table, and that his very existence had to be a secret just between the two of them so he could never get in trouble for getting her pregnant. Still, there was one more question that Stella wanted to ask. In the few minutes since she knew that she was going to have an inter-racial grandson, she was still deluding herself into thinking that, if this Mohawk boy was "not that black" maybe the baby that was coming might turn out to be like one of those racially ambiguous kids you see on TV commercials, where the sponsor is trying to appeal to every kid and parent who might be watching. So she said, "So honey, this `Mohawk,' how dark is he? Is he, like, brown or ...?" "Oh no Mom," said White Feather excitedly, "he's really black! Black as midnight! Black as your black dress! ..." and then she started in again talking about how wonderful he was and blah blah blah ... but at this point Stella wasn't paying any attention to that. No, the final truth had hit home. There wasn't going to be anything ambiguous about this baby, she wasn't going to be able to pretend to everyone in town that he just had an olive complexion and curly hair -- like maybe the dad was Italian or something -- no, this baby was going to be a much more obvious Barak Obama brown. And even though at that time Stella hated almost everything about Barak Obama (he was not yet president, but he was a well-known Senator from Illinois which was a nearby state), she still knew that he was a pretty good example of what color might result from a union between a pure-bred African and a pure-bred European. And so, as Stella sorted thru everything in her mind over the next couple of days, another truth became very clear to her. She can't raise her new grandson in this racist little town, where he would be the only black kid and get picked on and discriminated against his whole life. No, she has to leave, and she has to leave right now, even before school starts in January and White Feather's pregnancy is too obvious to hide. Once her husband would see this black baby, any fantasy she had of saving her marriage was over anyway, so none of that mattered anymore. She decided they would move to the next county over, where the county seat is a town of about 25,000 people of which about 18% are black. That town is known to be "liberal," in fact Stella's shit-head preacher had often railed against that town as a den of iniquity, like Sodom and Gomorra, especially after the City Council granted a permit for a gay pride parade. Even though the Mayor and Council tried to distance themselves in every way possible from the parade organizers, they did grant the permit, and the next Sunday at church the shit-head preacher was shouting and condemning the evil-doers, promising God's punishment. But now that same town seemed to Stella to be the very best place to raise her new grandson, a place where he could feel comfortable and know that his world is filled with a lot of different kinds of people, some of whom are just like him. And while Stella was at it, she decided it was high time to find a new preacher too -- one more in line with her new way of thinking about life. And she did find just such a preacher, one that preached God's love for all his children, one that blessed her grandson and said he was beautiful, and who sat at her kitchen table with White Feather and listened to her talk about the wonderful boy she loved, and promised her that if she put her faith in God, then God would guide her dream boy and help him find her just as he had promised. Preachers are like salesmen -- you can always find one that will tell you almost anything you want to hear as long as it closes the deal. The good news for Stella and White Feather is that this new sales pitch turned out to be so much closer to the truth about everything. When the TV crew came back after the baby was born, the follow-up story was pretty brief -- about 45 seconds total. But it did include a film clip of the new baby boy, whom White Feather had named Hawk, taken from over her shoulder so you could not quite see her face while she held little Hawk in her arms. It also did mention that the family had moved to a bigger town not too far away from where they had lived (White Feather insisted on this -- she was trying to send a secret message out over the TV). I did not see this video but Mohawk found it on their website, and he downloaded it and made a screen-capture of White Feather and his son which he converted into a screen-saver so he could see them and think about them almost every day. He disguised it by including it with a lot of other photos in one of those screen-savers that keeps switching randomly from photo to photo, and that worked very well until a little over a year later when Cherokee was over at his house one day. Cherokee had seen all those screen-saver photos before and hadn't noticed anything, but on that day he and Mohawk were talking about girls and the subject of White Feather came up, so when that particular photo flashed by he was mentally ready to see it in a new way. Suddenly he said "HOLY SHIT Mohawk, dat be White Feather ain't it?" "Shhhhh ... don't be so loud!" said Mohawk in a hushed voice, but he was definitely caught. "She gots a baby!" said Cherokee. So Mohawk had to tell his cousin everything, he still loved White Feather and he wanted to see his little boy Hawk more than anything, and when he got big enough to have his driver's license he was going to go find them, but he swore Cherokee to secrecy, cross your heart and hope to die. Now, in saying all this I don't want to leave the impression that either Mohawk or White Feather went through their teen years "saving themselves for each other." Actually, nothing could be further from the truth. In the past 6 years Mohawk has fucked hundreds of girls -- you cannot keep a penis so large, so beautiful, so easily aroused and capable of shooting so much cum a secret around any American high school even if you wanted to, and of course Mohawk wasn't keeping any such secrets. And as I have pointed out before, that huge, beautiful, easily aroused penis was attached to the most stunningly handsome body in the whole school, he was muscular and athletic with great pecs, a beautiful chest and flat tummy, and fabulous plump ass, and then of course there is that unbelievably handsome face with perfect dark eyes, flaring flat nose, beautiful lips, and that Mohawk haircut -- even though he didn't keep his hair that way all the time in high school -- sometimes he went with the bald look, and right now I think he has a short-cropped afro with zig-zag designed cut into it, but mostly it was a Mohawk. The girls had no trouble noticing that enormous bulge in his pants, exspecially when he had a huge hard-on which seemed like most of the time. Boys saw it too, and he had to beat the queers off with a stick. He was not interested in them. He wanted to fuck girls, and they were hitting on him all the time, every day almost. He had his pick of any girl at school and he took full advantage. He didn't have any hang-ups about just fucking white girls, no he would fuck any pretty girl he laid his eyes on, he would pull that girl to him and start frenching her in the hallway as they felt each other up, then take her to one of several secluded locations in or near the school and fuck the shit out of her right after she sucked his dick and swallowed all his cum. He fucked several of his teachers too, sometimes while their husbands watched or participated. Mohawk exspecially likes busting virgins. All kinds of virgins, black, white, Puerto Rican, whatever, they seem to be drawn to him like a magnet. He always likes to start gentle with them, with a whole lot of kissing and feeling each other up and stroking that little girl's virgin pussy until she screams with desire and can't wait to get busted, and that's when he plunges his huge hot hard black prick deeply into her virgin cunt and brings her to an explosive orgasm on her very first time. The summer when Mohawk was 15 was really over the top. He had gotten a steady 12-year-old girlfriend those last few weeks at school. She was one of his virgins when they first started, but right away she became his daily fuck & suck -- that's the way it has to be if you're gonna be Mohawk's girlfriend -- and when summer vacation started he went over to that girl's house one day wearing only a little pair of shorts and no underwear, only to find her, and her mom, and her younger sister all naked and ready for him. Mom took him straight to her bedroom where he spent the whole day fucking all three of them and shooting huge globs of cum deep down their throats. The little 9-year-old sister was a virgin and he used his usual gentle build-up on her. Mom and sister were on either side stroking and petting and kissing both of their bodies as he frenched that little virgin and felt her smooth pussy and tickled her little clit and got her ready to be busted while she grabbed his hard prick and yanked it around uncontrollably and almost made him cum prematurely. Then that little white virgin laid back on her mom's naked body and spread her legs wide while Mom held her close and kissed her lovingly and whispered little words of encouragement as Mohawk plunged his hard black prick deep into her pussy and destroyed her virginity forever. He fucked that little girl wildly as her mom held her tight and her sister stroked his body and played with his balls and kissed his ass. Then he brought that virgin to a screaming orgasm and delivered gushers or hot cum into her. And then, after resting for a minute with his mighty black cock still in her, he fucked that little girl all over again. After that Mohawk just laid up at that house for a couple of weeks, fucking those girls all day every day the whole time. Mom and sister invited a couple of her friends over too, and they also brought their virgin daughters and sisters with them to get busted by the most handsome well-hung black boy in town. One of those mothers was a beautiful Puerto Rican lady, and after a couple of weeks she took Mohawk over to her house where he stayed another week or so before finally going home. That was the only time where he ever let a boy suck his dick, because that beautiful Puerto Rican lady pleaded with Mohawk to let her pretty little 11-year-old gay boy suck him off and taste his cum, and since all this pleading included a whole lot of the steamiest sex imaginable, Mohawk finally gave in, but only after she promised he could eat her daughter's pussy while he was getting his cock sucked. Of course, that 14-year-old daughter wanted to get her pussy eaten more than anything, she had her hot crotch all over his face ever since he got there. Well anyway, that's my fantasy of Mohawk as a teenager. Maybe it is SLIGHTLY EXAGGERATED, but the point is neither Mohawk nor White Feather went through their teen years "saving themselves for each other." But no matter how many girls Mohawk really did fuck, or how many boys got a piece of White Feather thinking she must be an easy lay just because she had a baby when she was 12, they both never really could forget about each other. They kept comparing each boy or girl to their time in sunny Florida, and it always seemed to come up short, at least compared to the idealized memory that they both had of their few days on the beach and that beautiful afternoon fucking over and over together in my timeshare unit. Even when Mohawk got home from his month-long sex marathon that summer when he was 15, he saw that photo of White Feather and Hawk on his screen saver and the first thing he wanted to do was watch that little 45-second video again ... and again ... and then the first chance he got when he knew nobody would be around, he retrieved his carefully-edited DVD from its secret hiding place and watched his favorite sequences and thought about almost nothing but White Feather for days after that. PS -- Mohawk's carefully-edited DVD is so different from my carefully-edited DVD that you wouldn't even think you were watching the same events. Whereas I edited everything to turn it into total child porn, Mohawk's version makes it look like some kind of romance movie, like an X-rated version of "The Blue Lagoon" or something. For one thing, he totally removed any evidence of Cherokee, because after seeing it a few times he "didn't like it" -- translation, it made him jealous to be reminded that Cherokee was even there that day. He blames me for giving him the idea of inviting his cousin by showing him that "Fucked By Two Black Men" porn flick, and I'm okay with that because really, it's true. Instead, Mohawk's version starts when he returned to the bedroom after taking the Viagra, and even in that opening sequence he edited out anything that showed all the cum oozing out of White Feather' cunt because he "didn't like it" -- translation, whenever he saw it he knew some of that cum wasn't his. Then he edited the rest of the video to totally emphasize all the most romantic sex and intimate kisses, so the result was that whenever he watched it, none of his more recent sexual experiences could possibly live up to the idealized version of his afternoon with White Feather that he had created -- not even his month-long sex marathon. As for White Feather, she of course has no clue about the DVD, but she has Hawk, whom she loves totally as a mother and would gladly give her life for, and who is a daily reminder of her dream boy named Mohawk. Stella got her on the pill and PMS meds right after Hawk was born but even so, depending on what time of the month it is and who the boy is and how cute he is and how long it's been since she's been fucked, I have to tell you that yeah, really, sometimes she can be a pretty easy lay. But still, none of those boys has ever been able to measure up (so to speak) to the memory she has of her love affair with the Mohawk boy. One other thing. From the time our young hero got back from vacation, he started using Mohawk as his new favorite nickname. And as soon as he knew he was a dad, and that White Feather had named the baby after him, and that she still loved him and was waiting for him to find her, Mohawk was the only name he wanted. It got so that almost nobody even knew his real name, even the teachers at school, he was just Mohawk Williams from then on.