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|18+ Anita Our Sexy Housemaid By Teddy Cee EPISODE 8 by OkoAfusa: 3:56pm On Aug 30, 2016|
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18+ Anita Our Sexy HouseMaid By Teddy Cee EPISODE 8
AUG 21, 2016by AMEBOSQUAREin STORIES
My Father jumped up like a startled dog who just spotted a Calabar man. He was shaking, sweating, trying to pull up his trousers, and the whole of his body vibrating like a mad man under deliverance. While Anita, who was obviously worried, was making frantic efforts to cover her unclothedness. She fumbled with her knee-length gown with one hand, at the same time, trying to push back her two big boobs back into her her gown. I took a good glimpse at her pointed and erect nipples before she finally tucked it behind her gown.
” What are you doing papa?” I asked, still acting surprised like I haven’t been watching them.
“What does it look like am doing,” he retorted, expressing his anger through his teeth, making sure he doesnt wake my mum. ” You this foolish boy, you better go back to bed.”
I lost all respect I had for my father after seeing him with the girl he warned me to stay away from. I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
” Yes, I’m the foolish son of a foolish man,” I rudely replied.
As I turned around to leave; Anita called me. Her voice was a thin line between a moan and and a cry for forgiveness. Her countenance fallen, like a mother who just lost a child. How could she betray me?. I looked at her, shook my head slowly, and slammed the kitchen door behind me.
I was awake all through the night, conflicting thoughts racing through my mind like scenes from an action movie. None pleased me more than the thought of telling my mother what I saw. She has always sought the perfect evidence to nail him. I made up my mind to let it all go, at least, hoping it would put an end to all her tears.
I woke up with a headache the next day: I must have been thinking really hard until I fell asleep. I jumped out of bed like a man who is late for a bank interview. I must let my mum know about everything I saw last night. I headed towards the door, opened it, and saw my father standing outside my door. I almost bumped into him.
What is this man doing outside my door? I wonder how long he has been standing there. I hope he is not trying to block my move. I didnt even bother to greet him; he didnt deserve it.
hmmm Emeka, where are you going?” he asked suspiciously, a finger stroking his goatee.
“No where,” I rudely replied, looking at the Tupac poster in my room.
” I understand son,” he said, ” You and I need to talk like father and son, you…know, trash things out. About last ni..gght…”
My mum interruptedm his speech with a hug from behind and a kiss on his cheek.
” Morning hubby,” she said romantically, a big smile on her face.
“Morning sweets,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair, and locking eyes with me.
” Good morning mama”, I said cheerfully, “how was the night”.
” It was nice, slept fine, though I couldnt find your father in bed later, ” she said, still hugging my father from behind, and rubbing his chest.
My father interrupted immediately before I could get to talk.
” am sorry honey, I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty and exhausted, had to get some chilled water from the kitchen.” he lied.
He looked at me with a smile on his face, locking eyes with me, like he was searching my soul. He knew I was about to expose him anytime soon.
” Mama, I want to see you, we need to talk,” I pleaded with my mum.
“Hope no problem,” she inquired, with a worried face.
” Noooo problem…Dear,” my father interrupted again. ” He is just worried about his birthday. Emeka’s birthday is in next week, March, 22.”
My mum jumped up with excitement. She hugged me tight and apologised she didnt remember. I didn’t even know my birthday is next week.
My mum headed back to the kitchen, leaving me with my dad alone. We locked eyes, and he laughed, holding his pot-belly with both hands:
” Hahaaha small boy, you can never expose me to your mother.”
I realized he had played a fast one on me. I gave him a long hiss and slammed the door in his face.
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