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BY DANIEL CHUKS
Daniel would happily help mum's best friend scratch her thigh since her hands are undeniably oily. But how would he do that without getting her naked...and with mom home?
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I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she repeated it. She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead fast! The itching seemed to be unusually severe and discomforting. She tried saying something but the meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She could only mutter some inaudible meaningless sounds to which I paid little attention.

"Get closer ma," I managed to require, doing my best to keep my composure. If someone had told me a minute ago, that I would soon be in such an awkward position, I would have flatly argued the possibility!
"Uhhmmmm....uhm...uhmmmm" she growled again. It was hard to get a word from her but I seemed to understand her to mean I should hurry. So I began dipping my hand into her denim trousers.

Initially, it kept proving too tight to maneuver but when I remembered that the hook was still intact, I was quick to go for it. As I did, the same scary question that had being in my head all along popped up one more time "what if mom comes into the kitchen?". That was a big question I wasn't sure what answer it could get. Mum should be tremendously happy to link this rather curious situation of ours to all her long existing suspicions. The earlier I went about this, the better, it seemed.

Aunty Tope as we called her was (in simple explanation) mum's closest friend. She attended the Teacher's Training College with mom back in the days and both graduated to become basic school teachers. Although mom progressed further and have grown to become a lecturer in the University. Tope didn't have exactly the same story. She joined the business society and soon became far richer than mum. She was never married though and thus always had all the time in the world to make long visits to our home. She usually stayed several weeks before leaving and we all grew up knowing her to be some kind of inexplicably 'unrelated' relative. Unfortunately, as I got older I began to notice her a bit more. And this time, not just as Aunty Tope but as a very pretty woman who I was going to be more than glad to Bleep. She was in her early forties and more than 18years older than me but I never cared! I always had long-lasting erections thinking about her! Many times I had poured my cum just at the thought of holding her breasts which were actually the most beautiful things in her body! Even though I have caught her starring at me a lot of times, I still haven't really felt she was interested in going in with me. Probably because of the age difference but I was dying within me to see her change her mind. Mum noticed the crush and had to call me on a certain occasion for explanations during which I starkly denied ever having any interest. Needless to say, her monitoring increased and she rarely ever allowed the two of us in the same rooms for too long. Her constant reference to Aunty Tope as a loose woman was enough to drive home why she would think Aunty Tope could Bleep me. I wasn't seeing the likelihood myself. At least until this moment!..,Continue Reading @

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A Short Romantic Story

Titi was one of my closest friends. It sounded weird when I told that to people because Titi was drop dead gorgeous and I was a warm-blooded male insisting there was nothing sexual between us.

Granted, I cannot honestly say I was not attracted to her, but I have come to accept, long ago that she would not be interested in me that way. We met when she was dating my older brother but even after the relationship crashed, we still kept in touch.

She saw me as a sibling while I try really hard to make sure my thoughts about her were innocent. Who could blame me? Not only was she beautiful and had sexy tits, she had an amazing personality. I could talk to her for hours and not get bored.

I was not hopelessly pining after her, however, I had a girl I was seeing. She was nice too, and funny but she also must have suspected I had a soft spot for someone else.

One afternoon my girl, Tope and I were in my bedroom, enjoying a good time. Her legs were spread and in the air and my head was buried between those legs. I would say eating pussy was my favourite things to do. Making a girl squirm, shudder, clench and beg before exploding in my mouth was a high I don't think I would ever have enough of.

My tongue was flicking against her clit as my finger slid in and out of her, exciting her, making her so hot she was screaming my name plus a few other obscenities. She was jerking and bucking until she let go and I was soon lapping up her cum. It was fantastic. In seconds, I moved on top of her and plunged my dick into her, finding my own bliss.

After sex, I stepped out of my room to get some water to drink, only to see Titi sitting in my living room. Normally, I would not be so surprised because she had my keys and often came and went, but she would usually give me a heads up.

"Sounds like you were raping come chick in there," she said to me, eyeing my shirtless body.

I sniggered. "What are you doing here?"
"I left my charger when I was here yesterday. I thought I would just drop in, pick it up and go. I did not realize you have a... visitor."
There was something about her look and demeanor that I could not place. I was about to ask her if all was fine when she simply stood up, picked up her charger and silently left.

That evening, after Tope had gone, I tried to decide what to do to pass the time. I took a shower and was about to get dressed when there was a knock on my door.
Titi stood at the entrance. "Twice in one day?" I said, smiling. "Why didn't you just come in?"

"Ah, I did not want to come and interrupt you again. Is your visitor still around?"...

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