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She laughed shortly. 'I have boyfriends,' she said.

'Boyfriends? You keep more than a lover at a time?

Again she laughed shortly. 'They're boyfriends, not lovers. I allowed them to be friends because of what I can get from them.'

'What?' She was so down-to-earth, and I was taken aback by her candor. 'It's not safe to have multiple partners.'

'Yeah, I know. I can take care of myself.' 

I went back to the issue of having a boyfriend.

'A boyfriend is supposed to be a lover,' I pointed out.

'Not in my case,' she answered. 

I wondered what she meant, but I kept quiet on that.

'The weave-on you are wearing is fine,' she said. 'It's amazing they could fix something as beautiful as this in Benin.'

I chuckled. 'Come on,' I said. 'Benin is neither a village nor a town.'

She laughed too and touched the hair.

'It's so good and looks so beautiful on you.'

I grinned. 'Thanks for the compliments.' 

Her right hand went to my neck. 'You are beautiful, Queen.'

I would have said another 'thank you' to her, but there was something in her tone that made me catch my breath. I lay still. To confirm my suspicion, her hand went to my shoulder and my chest. I quickly sat up.
'Barbara, what're you doing?'

She sat up too and grinned. 'Alright, let me confess.'

I looked at her curiously. 'Confess what?'

She grinned again and sighed. 'I have a crush on you, Queen.'

'What!?'

'Ever since I first saw you, I've had the crush.'
I stood up from the bed and moved away.

'You can't be serious, Barbara.'

She looked at me solemnly. 'I'm serious, Queen. By now, you should know what my sexual orientation is.'

I was too surprised to say a thing. I still kept away, staring at her. She stared back at me.

'But something tells me you are just like me too,' she burst out.

I looked scandalized. 'That I'm what?'

'That you are not straight; that you are a lesbian.'

'Oh, come on. Don't say what you don't know!'

'Don't deny it, Queen. I've known and worked with you for days. I've seen how you look at men impassively; and I've seen how you look at beautiful ladies with interest. I’ve seen the fascination look in your eyes when you look at me.'

My mouth felt dry. 'You are just making this up,' I said.

She chuckled. 'I'm not, and you know it.'

I was breathing hard, but did not say anything.

She looked at me and grinned. 'I saw you staring at my unclothedness when I wanted to change clothes,' she went on. ‘Specifically, you were staring at my boobs.’





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Few minutes later, the bell-push sounded. I was the only one in the house as mum and Tony had gone to work. Mum should return by six p.m., which was about a couple of hours to go. As for dad, he would not be returning until eight p.m. or thereabout. I went to the door, wondering if mum was the one.
“It’s me, Bukola,” the caller said.

"O-okay.” I opened the door for her.

“Hello, Sister Bukky."

"Hi.

”Sister Bukola, also known as Sister Bukky, was a lady most likely in her early thirties. She owned a hair-dressing saloon on our street. She was very friendly with my mum and my kid sister. Besides, we attended the same church where she was one of the choristers.

She and I were friends too, but not intimate. Recently, the way she kept popping up in our house, especially when no one else was around, showed that she really wanted me to get closer to her, but I wasn’t keen. I was just twenty-five. Although she had a pretty face and a curvy figure, having an affair with a lady many years older than me was not something I really fancied.

“I came to keep this jar of ice cream in the freezer,” she said, showing me a polythene nylon she was holding.

“Can you be kind enough to keep it there for me? When I close and I’m going home, I’ll come and take it."

"Okay,” I said and took the nylon from her. It looked like it was a 500 gram of ice cream.

“I’ll keep it in the freezer right away.”I left her in the sitting-room and took what she handed me to the freezer in the kitchen. When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.I looked at her enquiringly.

“Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked.





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Mummy, I would go for the later, as crazy as the idea seemed.

The following day was Friday. Madam left the office about ten in the morning to attend an event. She called about two o’clock to inform that she would not be coming back to the office that day. After closing from office, I went to my flat at Palm Groove.

My girlfriend, Tina later came around. I knew she would most likely spend the night with me but I realized that I was thinking about Big Mummy most of the time.

Tina could see my distracted mood and put up effort to get my attention fully back. She was a wild one who really knew how to give ‘it’ to a man. She changed to a seductive, transparent sleep wear, and that actually reset my thinking.

She went to the kitchen to prepare the supper and I could hardly wait for her to finish. Immediately the meal was over, even as she was clearing the plates on the small dining-table, I moved close in behind her, my stiff prick sliding into the smooth warm crevasse or her bum as I lowered my face and whispered in her ear, "Can you feel this? What are you going to do about the restless cock?"

I could feel her tremble with excitement as my warm breath bathed the sensitive tissues of her ear, and she let out a little gasp as I touched my lips to her soft regal neck and kissed her suggestively. I ran my tongue right over the black lace choker and it felt wickedly sinful.

"Oh God, Bayo, that feels so good."
I stood stock still and withdrew my lips from her neck. She immediately knew something was amiss, just as she should.

"You didn't answer me yet; what are you going to do with my cock?"

"I'm going to suck it," she said, her modest tits heaving with excitement. I trust Tina not waste time on preambles. She was always down-to-earth, which was what I liked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, nuzzling her neck once more as my hands slipped up to cup her breasts.

"And how often are you going to suck it?" I gently squeezed her heavy guns as they filled my hands, the stiff nipples thrusting into my open palms.

"Oh," she groaned wantonly under my touch. "I'll suck it as often as you want."

"That's just what I wanted to hear." I licked up her smooth neck and she shivered as I fed the tip of my tongue into her ear. I rolled her rock-hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I withdrew my tongue and whispered teasingly,

"That is it, Tina darling, you're always good at sucking on it. And I'm going to keep you well-fed with a steady dose of cum from now on. Would you like that?"

"Yes," she answered with a breathless hiss.

"That's a good girl," I whispered with praise as I squeezed and hefted her well-shaped boobs.

"So after you suck my cock and I'm ready to cum, what are you going to do with it?"

"Swallow it," she gasped, her body trembling with excitement under my teasing touch.

"How much are you going to swallow?"

"All of it. I'll swallow all of it."

She was breathing raggedly and gasping with wanton desire. "I'll swallow as much as you want to give me."





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“Uh, Momsie we need to...uh..tal....” I started.

“NO WE DON"T!” she cut me off.

“But Momsie , we can't just ignore what happened this morning.” I said.

“NOTHING HAPPENED!” she admonished.

“Give me a break!” I said. “We both know that's not true and we need to talk about it!”.

“I AM NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT!”

“Well that's adult.” I said. “Just forget it ever happened and things will go on as normal?”

“I told you, I don't want to talk about it!”. she said, in a somewhat softer tone.

“But just let me explain...please??” I asked.

Momsie said nothing as she started washing the dishes.

“You know how Bisola had had a tough time with the pregnancy and all?” I started.

“Well it's been hard on me, you know, going without sex and all and I've been real frustrated and all. And, uhm, I can't really explain it, but this morning when you came in dressed in your robe, moving around making breakfast, I...I got excited. I know how nuts this sounds, but when I got close to you I just lost it and...and you know the rest...”

She didn't move for a few moments, but then finally turned around, tears in her eyes.

“And how do you think I feel? she asked. “My own son-in-law! And then ...as if that wasn't bad enough...I....I..didn’t even….!”

She couldn't finish the sentence, but we both knew what she was talking about, her letting me kiss her. She quickly turned back around and stood there.

“Momsie, I am just so sorry, it was all my fault.” I said. “Can you forgive me?” I asked.

“I...I...don't know...if I can forgive either one of us.” she cried.

“Oh come on Momsie, we can put it behind us.” I said as I moved up behind her.

Just at that moment, as I looked at her from behind, taking in the curve of her neck, the points of her shoulders, her rigid back, ample hips and her soft, full ass, I felt awash in desire again! It was then that I realized that it wasn't just that she was a woman that was making me behave this way, but the fact that she was MY Momsie, and that this was so forbidden! The very fact that I was trying to Bleep her was what was turning me on so much!






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A few minutes later she came down the stairs slowly. What can I say? She was stunning.

Yes, she had the black pleated mini skirt and the black blouse that we had purchased, but new additions included black stockings with an intricate pattern and with a garter belt showing just at the hem line.

Also, under the see-through blouse was a new black push up bra that was super fine and showed the exact outline of her perfectly pert breast. The effect was luminous so that these perfect breasts just floated in mid-air behind this light curtain of black see-through silk.

Her black heels had little Rhine stones that sparkled and drew attention to her perfect long and slim feet and the heels added a just right one and a half inches to her height.

She didn’t require any make up and had just a hint of lip gloss and blush to highlight her perfect skin. In her ears she had nice size diamond stud earrings that also sparkled against her luxurious black hair.

She had added curls to her hair and a thin Rhine stone headband, which had an effect of making her look younger. Around her neck she wore a half inch black silk choker with a little silver heart. The total effect was hot, hot, hot. She looked like it could be her 18th birthday.

At the bottom of the stairs, Cynthia did a little twirl for effect, looked me in the eyes and said, “So, what do you think? Still up for a date with this divorcee, young man?”

I was speechless. She laughed. “Well, you picked the outfit, what do you think?”

I just gaped at her and I’m sure I looked like a lost puppy dog. “You’re beautiful!” was all I could say.

She laughed and her eyes sparkled. I pulled out my box and said, “Oh, I bought you a little present. It isn’t much, but I hope you like it. Happy Birthday!”

It was a very delicate bracelet from Tiffany’s with a small silver heart and key. She opened it and then jumped forward, put her arms around me and gave me a kiss.

Putting it on she looked at me and said, “You’re learning young man. Very romantic! A heart and a key, a perfect gift for your date on her birthday. You will be rewarded later I promise you.”

And she laughed and put her left hand on my arm with a little squeeze. “Let’s go.”

We drove to the club and it was the most expensive club in Lekki. I had never been because it was really for an older crowd and out of my price bracket. Cynthia’s friend, Chidinma, was PR Manager and did the PR for the club so she got the large private room complimentary for the night.

Cynthia let me drive the Merc and we pulled up for special parking and she let me get out and open the door for her. I held her hand and she stood up next to me holding herself close into my arm.

She whispered into my ear, “Prince, you are a true gentleman. It has been so long since I was treated like this. You have earned some more reward points with your gentlemanly behavior. I’ll be sure to reciprocate you when I give you your gift later tonight.”

I was sure I was smiling like I had won the lottery. Cynthia was really building my confidence as I headed in to meet her friends. I looked at Cynthia.

“It’s your birthday.” I said, “You don’t need to give me anything. Coming on this date is like a dream come true for me.”

She laughed, “You’re just saying that, but anyway, I have a special gift for you at home later so I hope you like it.” We smiled at each other as we entered the club and were ushered through the VIP side door.

In the private room, the lighting was subdued which only made Cynthia look more alluring in her black outfit. I met her friend Chidinma who was also around thirty-five or so, and looked really slim and sexy. Ms. Amadi was her PR friend and she was tall, slim and would say around thirty as well.

Adesuwa was another friend and if Cynthia had any competition in the “hotness” sweepstakes then it was Adesuwa. She was tall, slim and was wearing black tights and a sheer white top with a white bustier underneath. If I wasn’t with Cynthia, then Adesuwa would be the one I would hit on. Adesuwa was also the youngest of the bunch, maybe around 25 or 26.

Dupe was short and busty. She worked for the Great Stars Hotel and looked around 35, but trim and sexy, with larger breast than the others, probably 36B’s and nice curves around the hips. Anthonia was around 30 and had met Cynthia through the health club where they did hot yoga together. Anthonia had light attached hair with highlights and nice 34B breasts that were certainly almost as perky as Cynthia’s.

Anthonia was wearing a very expensive looking pair of dress shorts and very expensive looking foot wears. Her long legs were stunning as were her perky breasts that were shown to great effect by her skin hugging top. Cynthia said Anthonia was totally flexible from her advanced yoga and that she was a serial dater who went through guys at a rapid rate.

Cynthia giggled and whispered in my ear, “Anthonia has a very high sex drive, so watch out, I don’t want to find out you have been kidnapped at the end of the evening. She might try to take you home.”





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It took almost an hour before Madam returned.

‘Drive back to the office,’ she commanded.

‘Yes, Madam.’

It was a smooth ride back to the office. about one o’clock, an office assistant came to serve the security guy, the other driver and me food. I wasn’t expecting that.

‘You’ll be having free lunch,’ Edmund explained.

‘Oh that’s good.’

Few minutes after four o’clock, Madam came down with her handbag. She had closed for work and was on her way home.

‘You will drive to Ojuelegba,’ she said. ‘I live at Surulere.’

‘Okay, Madam.’

I engaged the gear and drove out of the company’s premises. The traffic had increased, so the drive was quite slow. That day, I got to know where Madam lived at a duplex in Ishaga. It was the end of my first day at work.

‘You will be here early tomorrow morning to take me to work,’ she instructed.

‘Yes, Madam. Goodnight.’

‘Goodnight.’



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A week later on my new job, Madam informed me that I would be driving to Ota for a workshop. There was no qualm about that. It was a Monday morning. From her residence, I would be driving straight to Ota.

“The workshop would be starting by ten o’clock, so we should be able to get there on time,” she said as she settled herself comfortably at the back seat.

“Yes, Madam,” I answered dutifully.

After about ten minutes of driving, she asked me a question I was not expecting: “How often do you quarrel with your girlfriend?”

Now, what kind of question was this? What if I did not have a girlfriend?

I shook my head. “We don’t usually quarrel, ma’am.”




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Momsie shook the affection from her head and rapidly turned to face the sink as Daddy greeted us both. I made a hasty retreat, leaving them both in the kitchen.

I made it to my room and into the bathroom as I removed my trousers and took hold of my swollen member. I rapidly began to jerk myself off, my eyes closed remembering the taste of that kiss I had just shared with Momsie. As if we were still pressed together, the feel of her tits resting into my chest, her mouth on mine, I began to cum!

It came running out of me in spoonfuls, so strong I felt my knees buckle and I needed to grab on to the vanity to hold myself up. As soon as it subsided I cleaned up and showered, quickly dressed and headed out to the hospital, yelling to my -in-laws in the kitchen as I sped out the door.

All the way there I was wracked with guilt over what I had done to my mother-in-law, and yet, I couldn't help getting a bit aroused when I thought about how she gave in and started kissing me back!







Chapter Three


By the time I got to the hospital I found out that they had called me because Bisola was getting close to delivering. The rest of the day was a blur as the baby arrived and we were so wrapped up in our happiness that I hadn't given Momsie another thought until she and Daddy walked into Bisola's room toward the end of the day.

Momsie refused to make eye contact with me and spent the whole visit making a fuss over Bisola and the baby. Daddy seemed quite normal, so I could only surmise that Momsie didn't tell him, not that I expected her to. They left about an hour later and I hung around until Bisola convinced me to go home for supper. When I got home supper was just being placed on the table and Daddy got up to get me a plate.

Momsie on the other hand did her best to be pleasant, but very standoffish. We got through dinner mostly talking about the baby and as soon as we were done Daddy grabbed his paper and excused himself to the "library", if you know what I mean. Momsie quickly got up and started clearing the table and bringing things into the kitchen. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing up until now and took a moment to drink it in.

It was a flowered, short sleeve dress with an open collar that fit rather snug from her shoulders to her hips before ending just above her knees. Watching her move about got me the same reaction as this morning because the dress did little to hide her obvious curves, including her full breasts and round ass! The bounce in her chest and the sway of her hips and ass as she made her way around soon had me in a state of arousal and the feeling of drowning in forbidden lust!

I decided I had to pursue this, but perhaps with a different approach. I stood, grabbing a couple of plates and made my way into the kitchen. Momsie was busy filling the sink with water as I placed the dishes on the counter and stood behind her for a moment.

“Uh, Momsie we need to...uh..tal....” I started.

“NO WE DON"T!” she cut me off.





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'Wait a minute. Are you saying you left Benin, despite asking you not to do so?'

I breathed in deeply. 'Dave, since yesterday evening, I've been in Lagos.' 

'So, you decided to please yourself, right?'

'It's not about pleasing myself,' I told him. 'It's about doing something that is very right.'

There was no response from him again. Seconds later he disconnected the line.  I sighed in exasperation. Going by the sign he had been giving me in the last few weeks, he was most likely fed up with the relationship. 
We did not do much at the hotel the next day other than to prepare for the commissioning.

On Wednesday, by nine in the morning, guests had started arriving for the occasion which was billed to commence by ten o'clock. The Chairman of the occasion, a serving female senator, was there. There were short speeches and the place was declared open. Work started in earnest.

My work was not just to sit in the office. I had to always go round and see that things were working the ways they should. I soon got to understand the pattern of patronage from customers. There was usually a lull in business in the morning till late afternoon. Apart from taking care of the needs of lodgers, much was not done in the morning time. 

But by early evening, business boomed. The bar was usually filled to capacity by seven-thirty p.m., till it closed at ten o'clock. Barbara would stay late before she would leave for her. It was a good thing that she lived at Ojodu, not far away. 

On Friday, business was so good there was no lull until about eleven. It was our first weekend. Barbara decided she would sleep in her office. I usually stayed around till about that time before going to my one-room apartment in the adjunct building. 

'You can sleep in my room, Barbara,' I offered.
She looked at me briefly. 'Are you sure about that?'

'Of course. The bed is quite small, but we can manage it.'

She grinned and brightened up. 'Well, thanks a lot, Queen.'

After ensuring that everything was in order, we left for my place. As usual, I had a shower and changed into a night wear. Barbara too went for a shower. I gave her one of my shorts and t-shirts to wear. It was few minutes to midnight when we lay on the bed to sleep.

'Tell me about your boyfriend,' Barbara said.

I grinned and told her about Dave. I also added how Dave threatened to give me the red card if I should come to Lagos.

'He's just like so many other guys - self-opinionated and selfish. From what you said he said, he has given you the red card already. Start looking for another lover.'

I grinned sadly. 'Well, I believe there's always another opportunity.'

'Don't waste your time on him,' she said in a tone that looked like she was counseling.

'What're about you? You've not told me about your lover,' I pressed.

She laughed shortly. 'I have boyfriends,' she said.

'Boyfriends? You keep more than a lover at a time?'



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"Bad boy.” She giggled. “It’s a dream come true. I’m glad to hold you tenderly like this.”

My shaft was now fully erect. I spread her legs again.“Hey, don’t get me pregnant o,” she said.

“I won’t. I won’t release inside you."

"All the same, I can still be pregnant."

"Don’t worry.”

No fear of pregnancy could stop me now. I entered her again. This time, I did everything slowly. I let me mind wandered a bit as I did the gentle. Here you are with the choir lady, my mind thought. Was I supposed to be proud of that? Well, not exactly.

All the same, prior to now, I had imagined what squeezing her boobs and smashing her bums would be like. It was a mundane achievement, but I was happy about it.Significantly, I was with her till few minutes to ten p.m.


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The following morning as early as six a.m., it was Bukky’s call that woke me. I wondered why she be calling me so early.“Hello, good morning,” I greeted.

“Good morning, darling. How was your night?"

"All went well. How about yours?"

"Fine. Do you think I’m bad?”Gosh, what a question! Why should I think she was bad?“

No, I don’t. rather, I think you’re a nice gal.”She chuckled across the line.

“Do you still love me?”

That was another fantastic question! Was that why she called – to question me about love? Alright, I would give her what I believed were deserved answers.

“Sure, I do. I love you my darling."

"I love you too. I called to say good morning and that I love you.”

Now, it was my time to chuckle. That was fantastic. How romantic! I had never done that to any lady before; neither had a lady done it to me.

“That was very sweet of you, Bukky darling. Believe me, you’ve made my day."

"Good to hear that. You’ve made my day too. Have a nice day."

"And you too, darling.”

I sighed after she disconnected the line. This lady would be an interesting one, I felt. Imagine what she just did and said.After my parents had gone to work, I remained the only one in the house.




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