They kissed again and Ayo gently touched
her bare tummy and navel under the crop-up top. He wasted no time in handling the
boobs which were now straining in the bra.


He reached for his trousers, undid his belt and pulled it down. His hand went to her
panties and slid his right hand into her it. She gasped when his fingers slid over her clit
to dip into her soaked gash. Roli spread her legs. It was like they were in paradise.

While he engaged in the main act, he also simultaneously massaged her boobs,
nipples, clit and vagina. She trembled, arched her back and moaned as an intense
orgasm rushed through her body, making her feel giddy.

Ayo whispered, "Wow, that was very fascinating."

She smiled winsomely. “You can say that again.”

They collapsed on the sofa in the living-room and took some breaths back.

“Are you always so powerful like this?"
he asked.

“Powerful?Well, if you call this powerful, I will say thanks for the compliment.”

But Roli was equal to the task too. Deftly, her hands went to his cock and she
squeezed them. She was particularly enamored to his strong arm and chest muscles, the flat abs and, of course, the thick erection.

True, his penis was not that long but the girth was amazing. His real act was what any lady would like to dream about. Like
some women, Roli was into cunnilingus and had some of her best orgasms from a
firm tongue exploring her sensitive wet tunnel and hot clit.

The inner tigress instinct in
her was growling and would need meat soon.
Ayo surprised her by firmly grabbing her waist and turning Roli to face him.

She playfully fought back as if pretending to be in the grasp of a wicked character. He held
her tightly and leaned in to kiss her lush lips. She quickly moved her head to avoid the
kiss that she really wanted while continuing to squirm and giggle.

He knew she was playing with him, and he loved it. Ayo was excited to feel her boobs
and nipples rubbing across his chest as she wriggled. This was like throwing petrol on
his fire. After playing like this for a few moment s, he picked her up like a heavy bag
and flopped her across his shoulder.

Roli moaned louder and pounded his back with her fists, but not too hard. They were playing, after all. He slapped her bare bum a
couple of times, but not too hard, as he carried her to the bed.

Ayo made his way to his apartment. It was past eight in the evening, and he had had a
hectic time. There was the busy schedule in the office which did not make him close
on time. He worked at a Computer firm as engineer. After the tedious time in the office,
he had to contend with the chaotic traffic from Victoria Island all the way to Surulere.
As he approached the door to his flat, he could see the bright light in the sitting-room.


Roli was already there and he knew she was waiting for him. She was his live-in lover
who had been living with him for the past seven months. She was hoping that the
union would end up in marriage, but he had not really made much commitment.

He had to press the bell push before she would open the door for him. She was
probably in the kitchen, he thought. He was right. She soon came and opened the door,
smelling of condiments.

“Hello, love,” she greeted.

There was a peck.

“How was your day?


” she went further.

“Ah, hectic, as usual.”

She smiled kindly at him. “Oh, sorry about that.”

She was always saying things like that.
“You can go and change and come to the dinning-table. Food is ready.”

She was always talking like that. If she was not feigning, he thought she would be a
good wife.

He sat on the sofa and stretched his legs. Somehow, he found the smell of food on her
arousing. Despite his tiredness, he was never too weary to shy away from sex.

“You look very enticing and delectable,” he told her.

Roli laughed. She always had that infectious laugh. Ayo stared at her. He moved
closer and started a round of very passionate kiss. Roli’s hand moved to his cock. It
had been getting hard but, with her soft hand's help, it grew bigger and harder. Roli
was good in getting cocks ready for action.

They alternated between caressing and kissing. Roli struggled for breath when they
stopped the act. It was only momentarily. They kissed again and Ayo gently touched
her bare tummy and navel under the crop-up top. He wasted no time in handling the
boobs which were now straining in the bra.

Her breathing steadied and her eyelids gave up their fight and closed, while all tension in her frame eased off and her head seemed to relent to the movement of my kiss!

Under her breath came quiet, soft moaning and I could feel her start to ever so lightly kiss me back! Her body was gently pressed to mine and I could feel her hardened nipples brush against me as her round tits snuggled slightly against my chest. I wanted her as badly as I've wanted any woman in my life and I knew now there was no doubt I was going to Bleep her, my own mother-in-law! The kiss went on for several more moments, soft yet firm, our heads bobbing gently in unison.

Suddenly a car door slammed shut followed by the sound of someone climbing the short staircase leading to the door in my kitchen. It shook us both from this dream-like state and caused us both to quickly break off our kiss and move away from each other just as Daddy opened the door.

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!

It was a foreign entertainment magazine. I picked a story on Halle Berry.

She was my favorite African-American celebrity. I was still going through when my students finally came inside the room.Jane and Julie were identical twins. They were of average height and stature. I had been told by Mr. Emmanuel that they had finished secondary school the previous year, so I put their age to be between seventeen and eighteen. They were pretty, no doubt, and they looked much like their mother. Jane, I was told, had only D7 in her English language, while Julie had E8 in Literature.

They did well in their other subjects, but their father insisted they must write the GCE for O Level results. Besides, they would also be taking the university matriculation examinations for the ultimate university admission to a Nigerian university.My task was to adequately coach and prepare them for the exams.

"Hi," I greeted as my eyes moved from one to the other.

"Hello. Are you the teacher?" The one to my left spoke.

Now, that question sounded dumb, wasnt it? Surely, I could not be the electrician or the plumber.

All the same, I nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm Dave, your new lesson teacher."

" You're what?"

"Jane," she said shortly, almost curtly.

Jane, my mind echoed the name.

The two girls were wearing t-shirts, but the one that spoke was wearing blue t-shirt while the other one who had not spoken a word, was in pink. I would use the color to identify and distinguish them today.I tried to smile.

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.

“That will be okay for today,” she said. It shouldn’t be okay. How I wished the action would go on and on. I was however glad at the tip of the iceberg I had experienced. I was delighted I could hold her so lovingly and could kiss her lips.

"I’ll be on my way," I said.

She watched as I made my way to the door and I turned just before closing the door behind me.

"Madam?"

She looked at me questioningly as I stood looking at her full beautiful and lush body.

"Did you like that kiss?"

Big Mummy’s eyes grew quite wider and she gave a little sound that was like a gasp as she brought her delicate little hands together and started wringing them nervously. She nodded.

“Good night, Bayo.”

“Good night, madam.”


* * *

I went downstairs, feeling like I had just achieved a life ambition. There was a question I needed to ask the maid. She looked surprised that I should ask that kind of question, but I assured her that it was the secretary in the office that wanted to surprise madam.

The maid finally told me what I asked for.I went home feeling on top of the world. I could not just believe my luck. As soon as I got home, I went to the bathroom to have a jerk, thinking about my lovely madam.The next day, things went on normally in the office as if the event of the previous day never happened.

There in the office, I was the hard-working, serious P.A. During the lunch break, I quickly went to the mall not far from our office building and did a little shopping. After making my purchases there, I returned to the office and carried on with my work.

During off-office, private moment with her, I would give her the presents I bought. That opportunity did not come until the following day. We had closed for work and were on the way home in her car. As usual, I sat with the driver at the front seat.

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."

. Her lips tasted like the most delicious fruits. With the body contact, I felt so blissful. Gently, very gently, I deflowered the one I would never erase from my heart.  

 

 
*  *   *  

 
The following morning, we had bath together. I had to struggle not to remember   that I had similar encounter with Juliet. No, I should stop comparing Juliet with lola. They were miles apart. While I had lust for the former, I had love for the latter. I would have to stop the guilt I had. I just had to stop it. 

 
“I'm so glad I came," she said. 

 
“The pleasure is mine. I'm so glad you came." 

 
Before she departed from me, I gave her a handsome sum of money. 

 
“What's it for?" I smiled at her. "It's for you, dear. Buy something nice with it." In the office, I kept thinking about my sweet encounter with Lola. If I had any doubt about loving her before, the doubt had puffed into the air. 

 
Lola was a treasure I must cherish. My mind veered to Juliet. I sent a Whatsapp message to her, asking her to send me her account details for a surprise. She promptly did and I sent her a handsome sum too. 

 
Then I sent a message that I was sorry but it was all over between us. I didn't want to be cheating on my girlfriend, Lola again, I wrote. In the next minute, Juliet called my number. 

 
“I don't understand the prank you were playing. What was that message about?" 

 
“I'm not playing any prank," I said calmly. "All I'm saying is that I cannot continue to cheat on my girlfriend any more. My conscience is disturbing me." 

 
"Since when did that one start?" She demanded. "Were we not together last weekend, up till Monday morning?" 

 
There was a short pause.

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.

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.