PROLOGUE
When the hero-the corper-made up his mind to quit city life and set up house in the country,he didn't envisage he would be trapped in a quadrilateral of three women who were so besotted to winning him over for different reasons.
While two of the women's adoration for him was ill-concealed,that of the protagonist-mummy Rhodiat-a single mum whom he had fallen for at first siight was almost impalpable and rather subtle.
The duo engaged in a subtle hard-to-get game until the corporeal and like-minded force gravitating them towards each other reached an unbearable proportion.
Mummy Rhodiat is a pastoral tale of passion,seduction and valour.


(copyrights2020 phemy halaby.)

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CHAPTER ONE
The yummy-mummy sauntered through the lengthy narrow passage of the bungalow country house.And it was in Oko,a rocky town in the north-central part of Nigeria.
In her customary ankle-length ankara wrapper and pearly-white bustier top,she did so lithely but listlessly,for she had gone to bed at a rather ungodly hour,like every other night.
Watching home vedios late into the night had become a post-prandial indulgence and a lousy habit she had been trying to break free from.
Was it her fault? She thought.It was the least she could do to escape the ennui that enveloped the villa whenever she was all alone in it.Whereupon,she spent her forenoons in between naps and forty-winks...

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"you can't cheat sleep,"she'd mutter to herself.And in that state,it seemed like aeons,until Rhodiat would return from the "gaa"-a fulani nomadic settlement about hundred yards across the river that was west of the villa.
Children! The thought would not stop getting her miffed.To think that the whole of the edifice was not enough for Rhodiat to play around beat her imagination.And just when she started to get worried,the child would return in bedraggled dress and muddy shoes.
As she started towards the inner courtyard,the shriek of mummy,mummy, pierced the silence of the front garden.She stopped short in her track and looked behind her shoulder.

The four- year old girl was a moppet to behold ,a doppelganger of her mother.Even their physical features were much of a muchness.Light-complected,her one-one or eleven as the country folks would tease her was more accentuated on her chubby cheeks.In the front garden,she knelt briefly in the lawn in salutation before she clunged at her mother's tiny waist,with her head burried in her middle.
"mummy! Yauza-"she wailed as her mother interpolated.
"What is in your mouth?"She demanded.
"It's wara,"the girl replied through a mouthful as she munched a chunk of saute cheese.
"My creator! And the creator of my mother! You this child will not kill yourself oneday!"She exclaimed.
"How many times have i warned you to stop eating anything given to you by outsiders?"She forced the remnant of the cheese out of her mouth.
"Mummy,Yauza beat me!"She whimpered again.
"Serves you right!"She snapped."I have warned you to stop going there.Since this place is not enough for you,you can keep your nagging to your your

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"will you go inside now and clean up yourself?"
Rhodiat knew that her mother was not going to do a thing about it,she just had to learn to sulk it up.Thus,she headed towards her mother's section of the bungalow,an overly spacious two- bedroom flat.
The lady exited the passage into the courtyard.The ray of the intense post-midday sun caught her eyes and she momentarily shielded her face with the palm of her hands.Bathed in the sunlight,her diamante earring glistened and jingled with poetry.
Mummy Rhodiat was an imposing statuesque.Chiefly among her trademark was a combination of pearly-white singlets or bustier top on ankle-length ankara wrapper which she tightly donned around her plump and curvy lower-half.The contour of her heavy rear-end and its fullness was alaways well-defined with a bootylicious tracery of her thong panties...

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The lady was way voluptious that whenever she bent over to do anything,any observing eyes would almost pop out of its sockets as her papaya-shaped ample bosom would nearly spill out of it demi-cup bra.Likewise anyone with penetrative eyes would still catch several glimpses of the elastic of her snow-white panties and the heavily beaded waist whenever she hunkered down hoeing the flower bed in the front garden.Such was the effect of the curvature of the lady's hips and the fullness of her humongous rear end.
While in the courtyard,she went through an adjoining door to the rockery that was west of the villa.This rockery sloped away towards the river which was idyllically set in the woodsy part of the country.This part of the river itself,which was enclosed by verdant thickets and about fifty metres super steep rocks all about was impenetrable from all angles except through the gated main entrance of the villa.However,it was restricted to all of the tenants in the house,except the lady...

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