It had always been difficult to assess Omolara's figure when she was wearing her clothes as she always wore long full dresses and skirts, typical attire for a conservative lady. However the first time, I saw her in tight and the way it hugged her curves, I appreciated her figure.


She had joined Dami and I at their sitting room, one night and it was the first time I saw her in tight outfit. Dami's mother was very seductive. Her legs were muscular but shapely and her ass was very curvy and fleshy.

Omolara was small breasted but I was hardly selective when it comes to size of breasts, so it didn't matter. At 41 years of age she looked good.


Ever since the day that I saw her in the tight gown, I had a small crush on Dami's mom. Nothing ever happened though as I was too scared to ever make a move and she seemed very distant toward me.

All that changed when Dami and I came home from university during the holidays. Dami and I attended different universities but we remained best friends. My parents and I were not on the best terms and they didn’t care that I was staying at Dami's house during the holidays.


I made the mandatory appearance on the very first day of the holiday at my parent’s house but the rest of the time I stayed at Dami's house even when he was visiting his father.

The day Dami left, I stayed at the house while she went shopping. I was nervous because it was the first time I was alone with her in the house. I was staying in the guest room where I had stayed many times but always when Dami was home. Omolara, or Mrs. Jacobs as I always called her, arrived home close to evening time and she asked if I would like to have something to eat.

I told her that I wasn't that hungry and she was glad because she didn't feel like cooking. She put out some chin-chin and she opened a bottle of white wine. She was still dressed in her blouse and skirt but she had kicked off her shoes and her legs were stretched out on the family room chair.

"Come and sit in this chair here. I already poured you a glass of wine," she said softly.

I sat in the chair next to the sofa and I looked at her shapely legs stretched out toward me. I raised my glass in a mock toast and sipped the wine.

I usually prefer beer but that wine was particularly refreshing. Omolara and I quickly killed the first bottle of wine.

"Lenny go get us another bottle of wine, my feet are tired from shopping today," she requested.