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Last week, a new lady packed into the flat next to mine. She was a fair looking lady with a pretty face.

When she had first moved in, she had introduced herself as Cynthia. She should be in her thirties. Pretty and desirable, or not, I was not interested in Cynthia. She had moved in with a much younger lady whose name I was yet to know.

The young lady was even fairer, and more beautiful. She was particularly busty, and to me, that made her more desirable. It was Cynthia's sister I was interested in. By Wednesday, the following week after they had moved in, I noticed the pattern of leaving early to work in the morning while her sister would remain in the house.

Sometimes, I could hear music coming from the flat. I finally decided that I should try to chat up Cynthia's sister. It was getting to noon that Wednesday before I made the move. She was playing a popular Kizz Daniel's song when I pressed the bell.

I waited for some seconds, then pressed again. The volume of music was reduced. "Yes, who's at the door?" she called out from within. Her voice sounded as melodious as the music she was playing.

"It's me, Desire, your neighbour," I answered.

"Who?" she asked.

"Desire," I repeated. "I am your next door neighbour."

Some seconds ticked by before she cautiously opened the door. I gave what I believed was a charming smile. "I'm Desire, your next door neighbour," I repeated.

"Can I meet with you?" she smiled too. "I'm Amanda."

My smile was still on. "Oh, Amanda, what a beautiful name. If you don't mind, can I have your number?"

There was no dissent. I handed my phone to her. I was sure she would be impressed by the fact that I was using a very expensive phone. She put her number and returned my phone.

"Ok. Thanks, I'll be calling you."

“So, Bayo, you indeed have feelings for me?” she asked as if she wanted to be sure of my stand. I nodded.

“Yes, madam.”

“Good.” She stood up and spread out her hands. “Now, come and give Big Mummy a hug.”I stood up. It was an effort for me to put up an air of modesty. I gave her a big hug. It was electrifying to hold her in such an intimate way. She could sense my eagerness and gladness. She encouraged me further by bringing her lips to mine.

She pursed her lips together and turned her face up to mine. As I brought my lips down to hers, I pulled her close to me, those tremendous boobs of hers pressing fully into my chest. I had no doubt now that this was what she wanted.

Gosh, this was the opportunity I was waiting for, and I was prepared to fully explore it. I ran my tongue along the line of her lips and pressed inwards. I could feel her almost gasp in astonishment at the liberty I was taking and as her mouth opened in surprise, I slid my tongue deftly inside.

Her mouth was so hot and wet; the instant my tongue pressed against hers, it sent a surging jolt right to my stiffening dick. I felt her tongue press back against mine for a second and I could tell that she was enjoying the feel of my tongue against hers before her hands came up to my chest and she pushed herself away from me.

"Bayo ... I ... I...I think that’s enough," she stammered as she looked at me, her face and eyes swimming with a mixture of emotions.

"I'm sorry, Madam. You just look so beautiful, and I love you so much. I ... I guess I forgot you were my madam there for a second."

I wanted to avoid pressing too hard and possibly destroying everything. At the same time, I was ready to be a secret lover.

"That ... that's okay."

She stood up and smoothed down her top over her big boobs. I got to my feet myself and she gently touched my arm.

"I ... I feel better now. Thanks for being here for me.” She tried a smile.

I could see a warm smile spread across her face. If her smile was warm, then my heart was much warmer. My eyes flicked down and I could see the soft shadows cast by her nipples on her top. I guessed that kiss had affected her as much as it had affected me.

"Sit down while I go up to tell them that their teacher has come."

I nodded and sat on one of the luxury seats. Against the marble floor staircase, I could hear her footsteps as she went up. I looked briefly around and could smell opulence all around me. The furniture and furnishing were exquisite. After about a minute, the maid was back.

"Follow me up," she said.

I heaved my lithe frame up and followed her up the stair case. We walked down the corridor to the last room by the left. She opened it and gestured that I should go inside.

"This is the room where you'll be giving them the lesson," she informed.

I nodded and muttered thanks. She closed the door behind me and I could hear her receding steps until they faded off. I looked about the room. It looked like a mini library as there were shelves of books, both paperbacks and hardbacks. The books covered various topics ranging from banking to architecture, history, tourism and health education. There were also some local and foreign journals.Their father was most likely an elite who fancied books and reading; or who was just putting up the act. Later, I learnt that the man was a respectable architect who had made his marks in his state and at federal level. At the right side were a desk and two chairs facing a wall that had a white board.

These were the desk and the chairs my prospective students would be using. The seats were ready, the room was well-prepared, the teacher was around, but where were the learners? I sighed and sat on a seat, a bit separate from the desk. My eyes went to the journals and I decided to pick one of them that caught my fancy. It was a foreign entertainment magazine. I picked a story on Halle Berry.

A home lesson such as the one I was about to start with Madam Roses daughters would go a long way in providing some succor.

At thirty, I still felt I was financially not ready for marriage. I had a steady girlfriend, Edith, who I refused to discuss any marital issue with. That was because I felt the time to do so was not ripe enough. I always believed time would tell.It was January and the second term had just begun. We closed in my school by four oclock, so I had time to move to Ikeja G.R.A to commence the lesson by five p.m.

On Wednesday, I arrived at the gate of the house address I was given few minutes to five. The uniform guard attended to me. He must have been told that I was coming as he relaxed his countenance upon introducing myself.

"Ah, welcome," he said. "Just go to the door over there and pressed the button. The house maid will attend to you."

"Thanks."

I went to the door he said. It was a security door I felt must be bullet-proof. I pressed the bell and waited. Some seconds later, a chubby, round faced lady opened the door.

"Good evening," I said cheerfully. "I'm Dave and I'm the new lesson teacher for the daughters of the house."

Maybe she found the way I introduced myself to be funny, for she smiled expansively.

"Yes, come in."

I followed her in. From the short passageway, we went to the exotic looking living-room.

"Sit down while I go up to tell them that their teacher has come."

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I got up to go shower and get ready to go to the hospital when I passed Momsie in the lounging-room and she put her head down and went right past me. Well, so much for that!

I left and was soon sitting in Bisola's room, enjoying the baby and talking with my wife. My -in-laws joined us after a couple of hours and said they had some news. Daddy had been offered a consulting gig on this job he had been monitoring and it would last a couple of more weeks.

He said he had talked it over with Momsie and they would be getting a hotel suite for the rest of their visit. I could tell this was Momsie's idea by the way she enthusiastically was shaking her head, probably as a way to get away from me. But Bisola would have none of it and after a lengthy argument the -in-laws agreed to stay.

They left shortly after and I caught up with them back home. Momsie almost seemed to be her old self and at one point Daddy sidled up to me and said he thinks last night might have been a mistake and that Momsie had made several references to a second honeymoon.

Sure enough, Momsie seemed to be very content, probably thinking she could now brush me aside in lieu of her husband's new found sexual vigor. After supper they announced that since they were staying they needed to do some clothes shopping and would be heading to the local mall.

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She was, in a strange way, trapped into showing her breasts to Leke by her own strange behavior.

When Shade finally screwed up her courage and turned around to drop her bra on the bed Shade noticed Leke had turned off his light. Shade could no longer see him. But Shade knew he was sitting in the dark watching me.

She dropped her bra on the bed and massaged her breasts in exactly the same manner Shade do every time Shade remove her bra. But this time it was different. This time someone, a boy, was watching. As Shade gently massaged her breasts, almost overwhelmed by her own excitement, Shade couldn’t help thinking about Leke’s reaction. Just imagining how excited he must be, sitting in his darkened bedroom and watching a girl UnCloth for the first time, almost made me wish he was here in the room with me; as scary as that thought was.

A huge chill ran down her spine. Shade shivered with excitement as Shade suddenly wondered if he was touching himself. God! That would be so hot!! Shade hope he is!

Her breasts always enjoy that first moment or two of freedom when they’re released from captivity. But this evening they seemed to be throbbing. her nipples were harder than Shade could ever remember them being before.

In the past, when Shade imagined undressing in front of a boy, Shade knew it was going to be exciting. But Shade had no idea it would be like this! The excitement wasn’t just in her mind. her body was nearly out of control. Now for the grand finale!

She could almost feel Leke watching me as Shade slid her plain, pink nylon panties off and dropped them on the bed with the rest of her clothes.

She had done it! She was naked in front of a boy! Sure. He was fifty feet away and watching through his window and her window. But he can see me. She was naked in front of the boy Shade love! Shade could only imagine how excited he was. And believe me Shade did. But Shade knew exactly how excited She was!

Her hands were shaking. The skin all over her body was tingling. Shade had an indescribable feeling in her belly and her nipples were so hard they hurt. Shade felt herself turning red from her forehead all the way down to the tops of her breasts. She was on the verge of an orgasm just from the thrill of being naked in front of a boy!

“I’m fifty-one. I have three children, all schooling abroad.

Two female and a male. The oldest is twenty-three while the youngest is nineteen. I loved Larry, my late husband, a lot, though he had some extra marital affairs. I was faithful to him throughout the over two decades of marriage. May his soul rest in peace.”I didn’t know whether I should say Amen to that or not, so I kept quiet.

“Now, I don’t really have any plans to remarry, but who knows? I may fund love again. When I talk of love, I mean real love, built on genuine affection and mutual trust and understanding.”I alternated between looking at her and staring at the floor. She was still my boss and I wasn’t sure yet where she was going, so I must remain very respectful.“However, before I find that real love, I sometimes have desires.

"Well, I’m a human being, I’m a woman, so sometimes, the desires come naturally. This is where you come in

”It seemed that my breath had ceased. Was my dream finally about to come to pass?“Sometimes, I need a man’s hugs,” she went on. “Yes, a man’s feel against my body. In addition, maybe some kisses and caresses. No, I’m not talking about sex. I’m only talking about body warmth and closeness.”

She stared at me. “Do you think you can fit in?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that Madam Helen Olanike William, also known as Big Mummy, was really saying this to me.My answer was and would always be an outright yes, but I decided to play it cool. What if this woman was just teasing me? What if she was setting me up?But why would she do that? Another part of my mind asked. No, this must be for real.

“You don’t have to say anything right away,” she went on. “But perhaps, I had read you wrongly. Perhaps you had no feelings for me at all. If indeed I have made an error of judgement, kindly stand up and walk away. However, if what I’ve said have some elements of truth, then you can remain on your seat.”

She stopped talking and looked away, waiting to see my reaction. She was damn right, I had feelings for her. Lustful or not, there was no way I would dispute the fact that I nursed serious feelings for her.I remained on my seat. Several seconds passed. She smiled up at me.

"Yes, madam. Mr. Emmanuel asked me to see you".

She seemed to relax a bit. "Yes, that's correct. Sit down."
I sat on one of the plastic chairs facing her.

"Mr. Emmanuel said you're good and you'll be able to take my daughters in English language and Literature."

I didn't want to seem immodest, so I just nodded. Yes, I was good in those subjects and I was proud of it.

"You can take them in GCE and JAMB classes?" she asked, more like somebody seeking reassurance.It was like asking if the Pope could conduct a mass.

"I can. I've been taking SSCE, GCE and JAMB classes for years."
She nodded. "That's good. I just wanted to confirm what I've heard. You're to take them twice a week; Wednesday and Friday. You'll take them for two hours which run from five p.m. to seven p.m. Today is Monday, so you'll start the day after tomorrow. That is, Wednesday. Has Mr. Emmanuel told you about the pay?"
I nodded. Of course, he had. "That was the first thing Mr. Emmanuel and I discussed."

" You're okay with it?" she asked.

I would be damned if I was not alright with it. The offer was good. As a fact, it was the best home lesson offer I had ever had. I smiled and replied: "Yes, madam. The offer is mouth-watering."

"Good. Start work on Wednesday. Let me give you the address of the house." She took off a page from a jotter on her glossy table, scribbled on it and handed it to me.

"Just introduce yourself to the security guy at the gate and he will let you in. The two girls, Jane and Julie, will be expecting you."

I thanked her profusely and left the big store. I was an English language and Literature teacher in a modest school at Ketu. My modest income meant any way of augmenting the income was welcome. A home lesson such as the one I was about to start with Madam Roses daughters would go a long way in providing some succor.

She generously gave me money which she said I should use for transport. I thanked her and left.

Two days later, she said I would have to follow the car to the house again. This time around, she didn’t tell me whether there would be work for me or not.When we got to the house, I sat in the sitting-room downstairs as I did the other time, but not for long.

"Uncle Bayo, Big Mummy said you should come up,” the house maid said.

I was surprised to hear that.

“Hmn?”

“She said you should come up.”

I nodded, followed her to the staircase and to her bedroom. It was a large bedroom that looked lush.

“You sent for me, ma’am?” I said.

She had changed from the office wears to something casual and was sitting on a sofa not far from the dressing table. She turned to me and smiled.

“Yes. Sit down, please.”

She motioned me to a chair by the dressing table.I sat down and faced her. In my mind, I tried to imagine that she had called me for something grievous and strove not to look at her breasts.

“I want to ask you something and I want your sincerity,” she started.

I was all ears, waiting.

‘Tell me the kind of feelings do you have for me.”

I stared at her briefly before blinking rapidly and looking away. What kind of question was this?

How could she be asking me about the feelings I had for her?

“Er … er…” I stuttered and stopped.

She looked at me in a bemused way.

“I know how you feel,” she blurted out.

She did? How could she tell?

“I’ve seen it in you in the last couple of months. I wasn’t so sure before, but now, I am.”

I was silent, numbed. So what happened now?

“Let me tell you one thing or two about myself,” she continued. “I’m fifty-one. I have three children, all schooling abroad."

Like Mother, Like Daughters

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When Dave Ola becomes acquainted with Jane and Julie, he experiences what can aptly be called lusty pleasures with the sisters. The mother knows this and promptly gives the lustful teacher a punishment. By this, it is clear that mother and daughters are lust-filled.

Years later, the pleasures are rekindled. They become a big threat at his home front until something happens.

(CAUTION: This story contains explicit adult contents)




The appointment I had with Madam Rose Dafinone was six p.m. at her Allen store, Ikeja. The numbering system was easy, so it was not difficult to identify the building that housed her store. I could see that the store was a big one filled with exotic clothing items. I got there few minutes to the appointed time and one of her sales attendants took me to her desk, which was at the corner of the large store.

"Good evening, madam", I greeted. 'I'm the lesson teacher that you were expecting."

She looked up at me enquiringly. "Good evening. Are you Dave?"

She must be in her late forties. A little bit plump, there was no doubt that even with that, she was beautiful.

"Yes, madam. Mr. Emmanuel asked me to see you".

Those were some of the results of my hard-work.In the last couple of weeks, madam had been showing some kind of interests I knew were beyond formal cordiality.

She always dressed conservatively, but I could tell that beneath those plain colors and boring styles lurked an absolute killer body just waiting to get out. She wasn't skinny by any means, but she wasn't fat either. Her lush body just looked fresh, almost like a baby’s own.

She looked cute and desirable, and her tremendously large boobs always set my young mind to lascivious thoughts at a moment's notice. She was not that tall. At a guess, I can say that she should be around five feet, five inches tall.She had a beautiful mouth, nice and wide with full soft lips; a perfect mouth I believed would be good for kissing.

Like I stated earlier, her most desirable attributes were those very large boobs of hers. No matter how conservatively she dressed, she couldn't hide the size of those boobs. I wondered why I was always crazy about busty ladies. If I found any woman attractive, it must be because of her boobs. I had tried to downplay this in my fantasies, but I was yet to succeed.Yes, my conservative but elegant madam was the kind of woman to nourish the dreams and fantasies of a growing young man like me.

Last week, I struggled in vain to stop myself thinking so much about her in the privacy of my bedroom. I ended up jerking over her magnificent image in my head. That was not the first time that I would be having many dreams of my bewitchingly beautiful madam. I continued to inhabit my fantasies daily.

Yes, I did have a number of girlfriends as I grew up, both in high school and the university; but none of them had ever come close to being the woman of my dreams that my madam was. It was like something was holding me back and reserving her for me.

I pictured many times how things would be if I could be with her as a man, and not just as her aide. How perfect life would be if I could convince her to let me do to her all the nasty things I had dreamt of, and to have her eagerly do to me the things that I wanted her to do.

Then, I had thought my dreams would never become realizable, but events in the last few days had shown me that I should be hopeful.The first glint of hope I had was when she asked me to come and get some files at her home in Ikeja.

Normally, anytime I followed her car, after closing from work, I would get down at the Palm Groove Bus Stop, while her car would proceed to Ikeja. This particular day, she said there were some documents she would like me to work on, but they were in her residence.I had to follow the car to Opebi, Ikeja.

It was a fine duplex with fine color, the kind of house I would love to own. I waited for her downstairs while she went on to bring the file and the documents. I wondered what was so urgent about the work that it could not wait till the following day.

“I want you to spare some time in working on this when you get home,” she said as she handed the documents to me.

“Tomorrow morning, we discuss it in the office.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

She generously gave me money which she said I should use for transport. I thanked her and left.

“Hmn.” I replied.

“And that was ok with Momsie?” I inquired, grinning.

“Well, not exactly. She was always after me for more. She always had a very healthy sex drive. She just married the guy who was not that keen,” he explained.

“So how did you...” I started.

“Stay together?” he finished for me.

I shook my head.

“Well, we love each other, and most times that's enough, at least it was for her.” he said.

“So do you ever....?” I left the question hanging.

“Oh sure, every once in a while. In fact, between you and I, something got into her last night and I didn't have the heart to turn her down, since it had been a while.” he said.

I felt myself embarrassed as I realized I was what got to her last night, to the point that she seduced Daddy! I began to put it all together and realized that the reason my mother-in-law, Momsie, relinquished to my advances is she isn't getting any from the old man and probably had a lot of pent-up urges. They probably got the best of her.

I got up to go shower and get ready to go to the hospital when I passed Momsie in the lounging-room and she put her head down and went right past me. Well, so much for that!