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"Good day. Hop in if you're going home."


Since I was going home, I hopped in. "Thanks."


“Where's your friend, Farouq?" she asked.


“He has travelled for the weekend." She drove to join the main road and headed towards Lekki.


“How're you finding the job?" she asked. "It's exciting. I'm really enjoying it."


She smiled briefly. "I can see that."


She played music on the car stereo. Many minutes later, I dropped at the junction where she had dropped the other time.


“Thank you so much, madam."


I alighted from the car. "


You're welcome, Tayo."


I waved to her and crossed the road. Many minutes later, I was in Farouq's apartment. This time around, only i was around. She came to hug me and to give me welcome kiss.


“How was work, darling?" she asked.


"Fine, dear." She helped me to undres.


She must have been watching or reading many romantic stuffs. I was convinced these shows of affection were not for nothing. When she got to the boxer, she went on to pull it down.


“Hey, what is this?" I said, more in bemusement.


She hushed me, pulled off the flimsy top she was wearing, pulled off the bum-shorts and stood naked before me.


We actually stood naked before each other. I could not stop the stir in my mid-section. And so, I allowed my senses and self to be goaded by sensuousness.

Anyway, as far as the matter was concerned, there was nothing to jump at in this.

Ms. Pamela obviously made a wrong choice. But you can't tell your female boss she's wrong on a matter like this. You just have to be discreet about it.

"I find it hard to believe what you're saying, madam." I said.

"There's nothing hard or difficult about it. This kind of thing happens. The relationship I seek with you has no strings attached. I'm a single mother with a teenage daughter. I have my life to live and you have yours. We'll only be discreet about this. Is that arrangement not good enough?"

I could hardly believe my boss was the one saying all these.

An hour ago, I would never have believed she could utter a word like this. I remembered Bimpe . I loved her and would always do. No matter what, she would always remain the love of my life. As for Ms. Pamela, I would pretend to play along. I looked at her and smiled.

"It's okay, madam," I said. "I'm all for you."

She smiled expansively. "That's the spirit. That's how to be a man. Now, give me your Whatsapp number. We'll chat later."

I gave her the number and left her office.

I guess…I…also forgot for a moment who I was with…" she explained, casting her eyes to the floor.

“Can we get past this?” I asked

“I….I…don’t….” she started. “We….have to! I can’t go through my life being afraid to come near you…”

I leaned into her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She stiffly stood there, quite undecided about how to react.

“Momsie?” I said, waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, Tola!!” she cried and wrapped her arms around me.

I buried my head into the crook of her neck and pulled her tightly against me.

“I never want to hurt you. I love you too."

“Oh, honey! I love you so!” she cried and rested her head on my shoulder.

We stood there hugging and caressing one another for a while. It got me really turned on and I had to maneuver my hips to keep my rapidly expanding dick from coming into contact with her.

“Momsie. If it makes you feel better, I think Daddy is a fool!” I said.

“Oh, must you talk like that?” Momsie replied and squeezed me.

She then pulled back and grabbed my head in both of her hands, looking me in the eye. She smiled sweetly at me and then drew my head in and planted a firm, but smooth kiss on my mouth. I felt my dick lurch at the feeling of her lips on mine, even if it was brief. She quickly returned her head onto my shoulder and I buried my face back into her neck.

We again stood there hugging and caressing one another and I planted several fleeting kisses across her neck.

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She looked at me dreamily. "I'm not going back to school today," she declared.


I was surprised. "You mean no lecture on Thursday and Friday?"


“I have only one on Friday and I'm stabbing it."


I shook my head. It suddenly damned on me that she could upset my weekend plan.


“Do you know that Farouq and I will not be around through out the weekend?"


She grimaced. "Hemma told me Farouq travels every weekend to be with his family. Where are you going?"


“On weekend, I rejoin my family in Ilupeju."


She looked surprised. "Your family?" I smiled. "I mean the family of the uncle I was staying with before Farouq gave me accommodation."


“I see. Must you go this weekend?" What a tempting question! I could see that Juliet wanted to be with me for as much as possible. It was not bad: it would only spice up our moments of intimacy.


But what would I tell uncle? What would I tell lola was my reason for not coming around?


“Why don't you stay this weekend so that we'll have a lovely weekend together?" she said.


I could discern keenness and desire in her voice. If I conceded to her, it meant I would have to give Uncle, Lola and others good reason why I would not be coming home as I had said I would. I finally agreed to Juliet's suggestion.


Later in the office, when I told farouq, he smiled.


“You and that babe are getting used to each other faster than I had imagined," he said. I l had called Uncle to inform him that I would not be combing home for the weekend. He took everything in equanimity, but Lola demanded to know the whole reason. I had to fabricate a story on going to work on Saturday and working late.


“Can't you come on saturday evening at the close of work?" She wanted to know.


"I will be too tired to do that," I argued. "Don't worry I'll be around for the whole of next weekend," I assured.


On that promise, she relented. Farouq left the place of work before close of work that day since he had a flight to catch by six p.m. I had to work from the office building to the main road where I would get a cab. As I neared the main road, a car slowed down from behind to park by my side.


It was a Toyota Corolla and behind the wheel was Ms. Kate Dede.


“Ah, good day, madam," I greeted.


"Good day. Hop in if you're going home."

She raised her head and looked me in the eye, hers filled with tears and her lips trembling slightly.

“I can't say I'm sorry about what I did.” I kept my hands resting on her shoulders. “I just acted on impulse”

My hands slid up her neck and came to rest under her jaw line. She kept her eyes on my mouth as I spoke, as if I would come up with some explanation that would absolve us both.

“That’s no excuse!” she said softly. “It was a lovely moment that turned into something….else!”

“I know and I’m sorry if I hurt you. It’s just that…you’re a truly beautiful woman Momsie and for a moment I forgot you were Momsie.” I said.

“Oh please!” she protested.

“No, its true!” I admonished. “I guess I never really noticed before, but you are a very sexy, beautiful woman.”

She just looked at me, her face telling me she was having a hard time buying this.

“Tola, when I think of what could have happened if your father-in-law hadn’t come in when he did.” she cried.

“It was just a kiss!” I argued, hoping it meant more to her too.

“It was more than that and you know it! It was where it might have headed!” she said.

“I…I guess in the state I was in……” I admitted. “But then why didn’t you do something?”

“I….I guess it’s because its been some time since I felt desirable. He hasn’t shown much interest in quite some time and when….you…..started……you know..….I sort of zoned out! I got swept away by feelings I haven’t experienced in quite a while. I guess…I…also forgot for a moment who I was with…" she explained, casting her eyes to the floor.

We were lost in the sensations of the pre-intimacy.

Again, I kissed her on the cheek and rubbed her back. I allowed her to the enormity and hardness of my cock. She groped for my dick and pulled it out of the boxer. There it was in its strength. She looked surprised to find out that it was huge. She went on to lick my thighs and suck the soft tissues between them.

I raised my head upwards and grunted. We were still standing and I had to grab a chair by the bedside to maintain my balance. My body was taut and brawny with sinews of toned muscles rippling with each of my movements.

Augusta tugged at my underwear down my legs and nuzzled her face on

my pulsating penis. She ran her tongue around its crown and up and down my shaft until she made me feel I was on fire. She kissed the tip of my dick. I shuddered like I was electrified.

“Hmn, go on,” I mumbled.

Again, she ran her tongue around the crown of my dong and up and down my shaft and I loved it. She did it repeatedly until she could sense that my body was tensing.

She took my cock into her mouth and sucked it – inch by inch. It was so big that her small lips looked thinly against the big organ. Then she

took me all in. I could feel the tip of my throbbing love steel touching her

throat, and filling the roof of her mouth. She nearly gagged. She breathed in and out deeply and made the organ to slide to the sides of her mouth.

I mumbled under my breath as she slid her mouth gently, but continuously on my enlarged dick. It seemed to have grown even bigger. Her throat was close to gagging. She closed her eyes. Her body must be on the verge of exploding. Her pussy was stuffed was a spreading sensation all over her body. My fingers bleeped her and fondled her boobs.

On her part, she yearned for my rigid cock. She stood up and reached out for my lips. I stepped up the action. I moved to penetrate her pussy in my standing position. I lifted her left leg up to rest on the chair. It was not my intention to hump her. Rather, I went in slowly at first, and then move deeper and quicker.

I held her bums and slammed her against the wall, where I half-carried her as I penetrated her juicy pussy. With each thrust, our ecstasy grew bigger and bigger until she strained to reach it with my increasing speed.

Our groins banged into each other as our bodies trembled and our groans became louder and wilder.

“Goodness, oh my goodness, I’m cumming,” Augusta cried excitedly as I banged on and on.

We thrashed feverishly against each other as our simultaneous climaxes came with a gigantic blast. We held on to each other nibbling and sucking until our passions peaked and our bodies satiated fully.

When our excitement subsided, I carried her to the bed and we lay side by side, trying to regain our strength. Naked on the bed, I studied her features. Her body had all the right proportions, having more flesh where it should be. Her abdomen was smooth and flat. She had a smooth skin that looked delicate and pretty. I could smell her musky scent. The sight I beheld triggered my lusty hormones.

I kissed her. She tasted like strawberries. I kissed her mouth and sucked her full lips. Her taste was more of freshly plucked Augusta, just as her name suggested. While I kissed her, my hands went instinctively to her full boobs. They were like Augusta that were ripe for the picking. She grinned as my fingers closed in and tweaked her nips.

She soon started to feel the blossoming delight in the core of her clit once more. She sucked and held on to my tongue and lips continued to explore. I could sense that her body was burning with desire. She went to take my entire shaft up to its hilt. She sucked it and massaged the base with her fingers. She sucked it and gently but repeatedly until I could barely contain the excitement in me. I remained on the lying position on the bed, while she continued to work on my groin.

After a while, I changed the position. She was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while I crossed over her. I used my lips and tongue to enhance her stimulation. She moaned like she was in delirium.

“Oh goodness,” she moaned.

I straightened, getting my massive dick ready. I straddled her, inserting my manhood in one quick movement. Then I pounded passionately, rendering deep thrusts until the hilt of my shaft reached her pubic bone. We were soon drenched in sweat as our bodies glistened. Our bodies cavorted and twisted wildly.

We were swirling in the vortex of joy as my body juddered and every part of my body vibrated with excitement. The sensations peaked as I drove in into Augusta’s juicy abode. My action increased the pressure on her pussy. There was a sweet building up of tension in us. This intensified as I went deeper and deeper with each thrust. The tension became more and more until it was ready to burst.

Her voice sounded hoarse with her incessant cries and moans. Minutes later, I arched my back and gave a long drawn-out growl. My whole body shuddered and I ejaculated into her shaking pussy. At that moment, I quickly withdrew my dick. The released hot fluid squirted upward and fell, forming tear-drop figure as it landed on the bedspread. The peak had come and I could not do anything to stop it.



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By the time I drove home that night, I felt drained. This Augusta of a lady had a large sexual appetite that I might not be able to match. Could it be that she was only giving me that impression, being the first time we were meeting? Was she only trying to prove that I had to ‘offer’ more before I could satisfy her?

My doubts were dispelled the following day. Towards noon, I received a telephone call from her.

“Hello, baby. How’re you doing?” I asked.

“I’m cool. What about you?”

“Let’s say I’m cool too.”

“Fine. It’s good to hear that.” There was a slight pause, then she asked: “Are we meeting at the club again this evening?”

I grimaced. Was it not too soon for us to meet? “Er, that will not be. From my schedules, I will not be able to make it to that place today.”

“Good. Let’s make it tomorrow then.”

“Alright.”

She disjoined the line. Was it the money she would receive from me again? was it about the sex, or was it for both? I shrugged and concentrated on my work. Amanda was still behaving ‘somehow’ so I let her be.

About the same time the following day, Augusta called me again.

“I was expecting your call,” she started.

“Oh, sorry. I’ve been busy at work.”

She chuckled across the line. “So, are we meeting at the club this evening?”

I sighed. “I’m not too sure,” I said carefully.

“Why not?” she demanded. “Hey, say the truth, are you scared or broke?”

I laughed shortly. What made her to think that I was scared or broke?

“Look, if you’re broke,” she went on, “just come around. I only want your company,”

I sighed. ‘I’ll try to come around, but I won’t spend much time.”

She laughed. “Good, Alex. See you.”

“Alright. So long.”

After I closed from work, I drove straight to the club. It was minutes to six, but surprisingly, I met her at the bar waiting for me.


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Yes, what about it? Is sex love? If sex is love, why did I reject Eniola.

I jumped up to my feet. "Bimpe , wait." She stopped to turn around.

"There's something I must tell too." She waited, staring at me. "Listen. I don't care about whatever may be the inadequacies. I love you and I love everything about you." There was a sparkle in her eyes as she gave me the warmest and longest embrace I had ever had.

* * *

Bimpe was with me till some minutes past seven in the evening. As we chatted, we held hands like lovers. It did not take me long to realize that I must be crazy for her to be so complacent with chatting with her and holding hands. I accompanied her to the bus stop and bade her goodnight.

She had indeed made my day. I slept that night and dreamt about Bimpe and Eniola. Eniola and her friends were jeering at Bimpe . They said she did not have what a man needed in a woman. Bimpe just sat down, looking forlorn, embarrassed and dejected. I appeared on the scene and made for her.

"You can't have her," Eniola said.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Can't you see that she's more of a guy? Can't you see her flat chest?"

"She's the one I've chosen," I retorted. "She's my love and that's final."

I left the scene, holding Bimpe 's hand. On Monday morning, I woke early to prepare. Monday traffic in Lagos was always hectic. I was at work by few minutes to eight. I decided to call my darling Bimpe . We exchanged pleasantries. She was at her place of work too and was preparing to start the work of the day.

I soon immersed myself in work. By noon, the office assistant came to inform me that the P.M would like to see me. P.M stood for Programme Manager and was our section head. Immediately, I went to the office. She motioned to a seat as soon as I entered the office and greeted her.

Ms. Pamela Ogbon was the P.M. She should be in her 40s . She was a thorough and efficient woman. I admired her for those attributes. "Since you joined this firm, we've noted your dedication to work," she said. "I want to say you should keep it up." I nodded. "Thank you, madam."

The moment I asked the question, I realized I should not have asked.


“Any time you're ready," she answered, looking excited. "Even if you're ready now."


“I was just asking," I quickly put in.


Someone rapped softly at the door.


"Hey, come to the dining table," Hemma said. "Food is ready."


“Okay," Juliet replied.


We went for the meal. This time around, a simple meal of white rice, stew and beef was prepared.


“You ladies surely kow how to cook," Farouq commented.


“How will you rate us?" Hemma asked.


Farouq smiled. "I will give each of you ladies 80%".


Hemma turned to me. "What about you?"


I smiled too. "You ladies really try, so I will give you 90%."


“E e e e e," Juliet said in approval.


More banters occured as we ate on. After the meal, we remained in the sitting-room for some time before departing to our bedrooms. I stripped to my singlet and boxers while she remained in flimsy top and bum shorts.


As soon as I lay on the bed, Juliet came to sit astride my mid-section.


“My Romeo," she said. "Hello, my Juliet."


She rubbed her hands on my chest, slowly and lovingly. I reciprocated the gesture by caressing her bust.


“I ought to be using condoms," I said. "I don't want you to get pregnant."


She shook her head. "Don't worry."


In a short while, we were making passiomate love again. Her climax was ecstatic and it had a way of making me to reach my peak fast. She lay on my body after the act till we slept off.

“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!

I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. She refused to look up at me, keeping her eyes on the ground. I studied her face and came to rest on her full, sensual lips, the lips that tasted so wonderful! My desire flamed within me and I knew I was going to try to kiss her again! This was so weird! I was in lust with my own mother-in-law I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Look at me, Momsie?” I asked.

She raised her head and looked me in the eye, hers filled with tears and her lips trembling slightly.

“I can't say I'm sorry about what I did.” I kept my hands resting on her shoulders. “I just acted on impulse”

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 cobwebs 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.

“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….!”

They will take care of part of your expenses."


I told him he should not bother but he insisted I should take the money.


“Since I've promised you, let it be so." I thanked him for his generosity.


Even at work, my mind kept going to the scenes (I almost thought of them as 'sins') of intimacy I had with Julie two days ago, she had looked young, inexperienced and innocent. All those make-believe innocence had gone - all within hours. But I was also guilty of artfulness.


My seemingly moral uprightness had crumbled. Certainly, Lola would be shocked if she should learn what I did with Juliet. At the close of work, Ms. Kate Dede, an Assistant Manager joined us in Farouq's car.


Her car broke down and the mechanic was still working on it. Since she lived at Lekki, she asked Farouq for a ride. I had to sit at the back seat so that Ms. Kate could sit at the passenger's seat. From the conversation the woman was having with him, I could sense that she had ulterior interest in Farouq.


She should be in her late thirties or early forties. Why showing interest in a younger man, a married man at that? At the junction that that led to Phase 1, the woman got down from the car. Farouq moved on.


“That madam has more than a passing interest in you, Farouq," I said.


He grinned and nodded. "I understand she's a single mother. She's attractive, but unfortunately, I don't go for older women."


Then, he looked at me sharply. "Do you mind her? I can arrange the connection." I vehemently shook my head.


“No Farouq. Don't go there, please. I already have two young and beautiful ladies to contend with."


On getting home, we met Hemma and Juliet chatting animatedly in the living-room. Juliet stood up and without any reservation came to give me a welcome kiss while Hemma gave Farouq a hug.


I went to my bedroom closely followed by Juliet. She was acting the way a wife would act.


“How was work today, Romeo?"


Anytime she used that name, I felt bemused.


“Work was fine, my dear Juliet."


She helped me to UnCloth. Just what was she trying to prove? I felt bemused all the same.


“Food would soon be ready," she went on. "Can you guess what Hemma and I are preparing?"


I sighed. Yesterday, I couldn't have guessed that they were preparing tuwo shinkafa, what could I guess now?


“I don't want to hazard a guess," I said.


"Ah, and it's a simple menu: white rice, stew and beef - that's what we're preparing."


I nodded. "That's good."


I sat on the bed while she sat on my laps. "At what age will you like to get married?"


The moment I asked the question, I realized I should not have asked.

She allowed me to stare just for a few seconds before returning the cups of the bra to where they were, and wearing her top.

"You don't have to rush in giving me an answer," she said. "You can take your time to decide if you still want me or not."

She sat down again, but not close to me this time around. My mind was busy. If not that I had seen it live, I would not have believed that a lady's breasts would be that small. My mind went back to our last year in secondary school.

Was Bimpe rebuffing boys because of her small tits? Certainly. Now, I was getting emotionally involved with her. But I had always loved boobs. It was one of the things I had found enchanting about Eniola. It was one of the ...

Bimpe stood up. She was about to leave abruptly again.

"If you are no more interested in the relationship, I can understand," she said. She took her handbag. I was in a dilemma. I loved fidelity in relationship. Even as a guy, I had always stuck to one partner at a time. Going along with Bimpe meant bye-bye to boobs. Oh Lord!

"Alright, Desire. So long."

She moved towards the door. My brain, or was it feelings, worked in a frenzy. I thought you said you loved her, my mind screamed at me. You are not serious. If you really love a lady, you will love her, boobs or no boobs. But what about the no premarital sex issue? Yes, what about it? Is sex love? If sex is love, why did I reject Eniola.