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After taking the last batch of meat pie from the oven, I headed upstairs to my room to get ready for my day. While Mummy showered, Sammy came in my room and stood at the door.

"So what is my little girl bringing to wear next weekend?" he said, rubbing himself over his pants. I had not even thought about it, but he apparently had. Sammy loved me in sexy little outfits, much like the first night we bleeped.

I still had not answered when he slid his ATM card in my back pocket as he hugged me. "Don't go crazy, but get something hot." With a little peck on the lips, he walked out and we were all on our way out.

That was one of the longest weeks I ever had. It seemed like hours were ticking away like days. Classes were longer than they had ever been.

I was trying to be excited about going to see the school, but knowing Sammy was going to be chaperoning me made it hard to actually want to see the school.

It was finally Thursday night and I was packing my things for the weekend. Sammy thought we should leave right around 8am so we could stop for breakfast, eat through rush hour traffic, then be on our way.

I was almost positive that I packed more lingerie than actual clothes. I packed a full suitcase for a three-day weekend.

"Funmi," Sammy startled me as he walked into my room, "are you almost done packing? I want to start putting these things in the car tonight." Sammy was wearing shorts and no shirt. He walked over to me and whispered,

"Are you ready?" and slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, each of his hands firmly cupped on my bum. "Where's Mummy?" I asked.

As if it mattered to me at that point; I was hurting to be with him. "Your Mummy is fast asleep. A couple of glasses of wine and multiple orgasms is all it takes. But you did not answer my question."

I looked at him, not remembering what his question was. He put his mouth to mine and gently sucked my bottom lip between his lips, "Are...(licking my top lip)...you...(kissing and licking both lips)...ready?"

Boy was I! I lifted my shirt up over my head and was just wearing a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. He kissed me deep and passionately.

We lay back on my bedroom floor, kissing, licking and sucking on each other's necks and mouths. His mouth found my nipples and he sucked them deep into his mouth.

I felt him becoming stiff between my legs as he grinded his dick against me. My cunt was soaked and juices were visible through my pants. He kissed down my belly and pulled my pants lower on the way down.

I willingly kicked them off and spread my legs wide open. I was so ready to be filled with him. I thought how lucky he must feel to have just bleeped my gorgeous mother and now be getting ready to Bleep her hot little slut niece.

I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my bum crack as I lay there while Sammy admired my honey pot and removed his shorts.

When his fat dick fell out of his shorts, I gasped a little. He stroked it slowly in front of me and I could see a familiar glistening on the tip of his dick. I got toed down and spread my legs and opened my cunt lips.

Sammy slapped his dick against my hard prominent clit and rolled his hips, grinding his dick against it. My heart pounded and my body quivered. I felt another spurt of moisture rush from my cunt and down my bum.

"Bleep me Sammy," I pleaded. The anticipation was overwhelming.

Instead Sammy shoved his fingers into my cunt scooping out my sweet vaginal nectar. He stroked his dick with his fingers covered in my cream then shoved his fingers in my mouth.

I loved when Sammy forcibly made me to be dirty. "Finish getting packed and get some rest. You are going to need it," kissing me full on the mouth, sucking my lips into his.

I laid there full of lust as he left my room. I could hardly breathe I was so aroused. Sleep was fleeting. Anticipation had me wrecked, not to mention the "blue balls" Sammy had left me with.

Rubbing hard on my pink little pearl, I eventually fell asleep after got toing a couple of tame quakes of orgasm. Just enough to make me sleepy.



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Tobi puzzled over her words for a second. There’s something she knew that I don’t. “Wait!” he shouted. “Tell me what it is!” He rushed to the bathroom only to have the door slammed in his face.

“You’re obviously not ready for that yet, little brother,” Sade said through the door. “Maybe when that little dick of yours grows I’ll tell you.”
He scowled, his face turned red. Tobi pushed his trousers opened and looked down. “It was not small!” he shouted defiantly. But it was only a childish and an infantile outburst.


* * *

“Heading to work early today?” Dapo asked as soon as Patricia stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” she answered, grabbing an empty beverages cup. She looked over to her husband who already had one in his hand. “I may be getting
more hours too.”

“You know, I wasn’t on board with you getting a job, but maybe you should go back to school?” he suggested.

“I don’t have the time,” she replied, pouring the beverages. “Between the kids and this new job and ... you.”

“The kids are older now,” Dapo said with a shrug. “You really don’t need this job, not with my income. Plus the promotion is just going to mean more money. And what about me?”

“Well, you know...” she answered, hesitating to look for the right words to use. “I mean, we have been a little out of touch lately and now it
seemed to be coming back, and I don’t want to miss out or screw it up.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, hon,” he said setting the beverages cup down. He slid over toward his wife, grabbing her cup and setting down on
the counter behind her. He then scooped her up into his arms and kissed her fiercely. “We’ll talk more after work today, okay?”

Patricia nodded, fighting back the tears that threatened to run free. He released her without another word and slipped out the door. She settled back against the counter, her breathing becoming heavy. She was ready to just let the dam break when the sound of her two teen’s feet pound
down the stairs. Instead, she straightened herself up, fixing her clothes. She had a smile on her face just before the two enter the kitchen.


* * *

Dapo walked into the office and was immediately delighted by the scene before him. Precious stood there with her flowery shirt opened and her hands pulling on the zipper to her trousers.

“Could I help you with that?” he asked, smiling and holding back his amusement.

“Yeah,” she said looking up at him. “Help me with this zipper down, it was jammed. Then you could stick that beautiful dick of yours deep inside
me. After that I want you to take me right here and fill me with more of your hot cum.”



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It did not take long before my honey pot clenched around his fingers and came all over them. As his hand exited my welcoming cunt, he rubbed his index finger against my clit once more. He kissed me gently on the lips and then gave his little kitty a pat.

"Yummy! Funmi's making her famous meat pie," Mummy's voice said coming down the stairs. Sammy and I parted, him sitting back with his fingers in his mouth and me facing the oven.

"Good morning my loves," she said, kissing me on the cheek. She looked over at Sammy with his fingers in his mouth, "Are you eating her meat pie before they're all done?"

Sammy looked like a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Little did she know the meat pie Sammy loved tasting was between her little girl’s legs.

Sammy chuckled then broke the silence, "Honey, did you know Funmi has a polytechnic tour coming up? She's going up to the mountains next weekend to look at the school in Abeokuta."

"Oh really? Why did not you tell me, Funmi? That's wonderful." Mummy was so ready for me to go to polytechnic. I am sure she wanted the entire house to herself so Sammy could Bleep her brains out.

But she wasn't quite ready for me to be so far away from home. I got accepted to a private university in Ibadan and one in Ogun State, but Mummy wanted me close enough to drive home, "in case there was ever any trouble." I take it she knows what a little trouble maker her little girl is.

Fortunately, Abeokuta is only a two-hour drive to upstate and there's a nice school up there. Far enough away to be away from home, and close enough "in case there's ever any trouble."

"Are you going with the school, honey?"

"No. I set it up myself a month ago. This way I can see it for myself, without having limitations of the group." I hated traveling in groups. I feel limited in what I can get into.

"I need a guardian, though. Apparently you have to be 21 and over to tour alone up there. I was going to ask Deolu from school."

Deolu has been a friend of mine for years. We were after-school pals that eventually became Bleep buddies. He chose to work on computers instead of going to polytechnic so he stays in town with us still.

Mummy loved him...and his family. She could not trust him though. Or I should say she could not trust us together. She came home early from work one day and caught us taking nude pictures together in the living room.

Imagine walking in on a half-naked young man taking pictures of your teenage niece spread eagle on the couch. That was a few years ago, though and I actually haven't even bleeped him in months.

"Nee, you are not going anywhere that far away with that boy. I don't care if he is 'just a friend.'"

"Mummy, I need to go with someone over 21 or they're going to just send me back home. He's the only person who is the right age and is available next weekend."

We went back and forth as we both refused to budge on our point. Sure I understood her concern.

She was afraid I'd spend the whole weekend fucking Pat and partying and barely see the school...which was not entirely wrong. But there was no way I was going to go up there with the school in a group.

I glanced over at Sammy mid-argument. I love looking at him. He stood there, nonchalantly, leaning against the kitchen table. He was shirtless, as usual. His maroon pajama pants sagged slightly around his waist, barely exposing his white tan line and the sexy vee of his groin.

His dick was soft now, but his pants hung comfortably over it creating a perfect view. "Funmi, I have to agree with your mother. You and that kid will be up to no good if he takes you. You need a more responsible guardian."

I wanted to hit him in his sexy perfect mouth. He usually gets my back, but today he's doing just the opposite. I could not even speak. I was dumbfounded.

"But honey," he said, talking to my mother, "if you want, I can take her. I've got next weekend off and I know you'll be busy."

My honey pot twitched.

Problem solved. Mummy was very relieved to know I'd be in the hands of her responsible husband all weekend. After all, if her little girl was going to be away from home for so long, she had to be in good hands.

After taking the last batch of meat pie from the oven, I headed upstairs to my room to get ready for my day. While Mummy showered, Sammy came in my room and stood at the door.

"So what is my little girl bringing to wear next weekend?" he said, rubbing himself over his pants. I had not even thought about it, but he apparently had. Sammy loved me in sexy little outfits, much like the first night we bleeped.

I still had not answered when he slid his ATM card in my back pocket as he hugged me. "Don't go crazy, but get something hot." With a little peck on the lips, he walked out and we were all on our way out.




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Dapo came down soon after. For one night since many, it felt as if what happened months ago never did. Patricia’s feelings about what happened earlier at her work were great. Now that things seemed to be getting better, her actions were sort of haunting. As much as she would like to go to work and tell Uche where he could stuff his job, she knew not everything was normal—not yet.

* * *

Dapo sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes and then lay back and undid his slacks. He pushed out his swollen member and began to stroke it subtly.

“Get naked. I want to watch,” he told his wife.

“You sure are in a good mood,” Patricia said and smiled. “And awfully Hot.”

“Good news from the office do that,” he replied.

Patricia knew all too well that was what promotions do. It was not the first time she got bleeped this many times by him in one day. Weariness
crept up in the back of her mind and she had to mentally shoo it away. Once she did, she turned away and began to skillfully remove her shorts,
waging her ass for him.

If not for what Uche did to her, or rather what he unlocked within her, Patricia most likely would just strip quickly and jump her husband’s bones.
As it stood though, she was in more than just a playful mood. She looked over her shoulder with a coy smile to see if he was fully erect. Then she
turned and got on her knees and pushed at the edges of his trousers.

Once his trousers were free, Patricia placed herself between his legs and inserted his stiff erection between her breasts. The head of his cock bumped against her chin, darkening her smile. That smile disappeared as she angled her head, putting her mouth onto his cock. She took as much of him as she could. She smiled around her husband’s cock thinking of how if not for Uche she wouldn’t be doing this. Lost in the naughty thought, she massaged his balls.

* * *

The alarm blared, jolting Patricia up and out of bed. She groaned, wishing for another few hours of sleep. Dapo was relentless after the shower.
Once clean, she thought he would be done for the night, but he had other ideas. They bleeped one more time before going to bed and then two more time during the night. Each time, he woke her up and insisted on another round explaining that he was making up for lost time and missed opportunities.

Patricia liked getting bleeped as much as the next wife, but this morning she had to be in to work early. Plus, if Uche held up to his word, she was in for another fucking by him. The thought weighed heavily on her mind. She was torn between wanting her lard-ass boss to stick his fat cock in
her and wishing she could just never return to work as not to cheat anymore on Dapo.

She sighed and looked over to her still sleeping husband. She was almost afraid to wake him in case he wanted yet another round. She did anyway. “Babe, it was time to wake up,” she said soothingly.

Dapo stirred and said, “I know. I’ll be up in a moment.”

Patricia smiled to herself. At least he did not want to go again. She climbed wearily out of the bed and into the bathroom.

* * *

“Where’s my bra, Tobi? I know you took it,” Sade said accusingly.

“I did not,” her brother fired back. “With boobs that small, you don’t need one.”

“Enough you two,” Patricia said, cutting between the two arguing teens. “Your bra is hanging in the hall bathroom. And lay off your sister, Tobi.”

“Yes, Mummy,” he said. He waited until she headed down the stairs before sticking his tongue out at his sister.

“You better not do that unless you intend on using it,” she said, grinning.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Clearly being younger did make you stupider,” Sade mocked.

Tobi frowns. “Stupider?” he asked. “It was more stupid, sister.”

“Whatever,” she said, walking away. “At least I know why we have tongues.”

“Yeah, for tasting,” he called out at her back.

Just before Sade slipped into the bathroom, she turned and said, still grinning, “Still wrong.”

Tobi puzzled over her words for a second. There’s something she knew that I don’t. “Wait!” he shouted. “Tell me what it is!” He rushed to the
bathroom only to have the door slammed in his face.

“You’re obviously not ready for that yet, little brother,” Sade said through the door. “Maybe when that little dick of yours grows I’ll tell you.”

He scowled, his face turned red. Tobi pushed his trousers opened and looked down. “It was not small!” he shouted defiantly. But it was only a childish and an infantile outburst.



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Esther's eyes popped open with surprise; surprise and excitement.

'Really?' she said happily. 'Would you?'

Stanley tried to think about consequences; he tried to think about maturity; he even tried to think about Funmi. It was no use. The marijuana and
his throbbing cock won the argument hands down.

'Yeah sure,' he said with a confidence he did not feel. 'After all, I probably should've done it two years ago. Maybe then it wouldn't have hurt you
so much.'

Esther gave him one of her winning smiles and then crawled forward to lie on her tummy across his lap. She looked at him over her shoulder,
still smiling, and then tugged the bottom hem of her shirt up as far as her lower back.

Stanley returned her smile and then looked down. His hands shook slightly as he brought them up to hover over her bum and he just stared at
the white cotton panties laid out before him. Gulping again he rested his one hand on the top of her thigh and then tentatively touched the
cotton fabric stretched across Esther's well rounded bum. Esther was still watching him expectantly and she wiggled a little bit when she finally
felt him touch her.

Slowly and very haltingly, he started rubbing gently. She grinned contentedly and then laid her face down to rest on her crossed arms. She
wriggled a bit and his cock, hard and throbbing, stuck straight up through the pee hole on the front of his pajamas and wedged solidly in
between her thighs.

Both of them felt it and Stanley became nervous that she might get angry. Instead, she wriggled once more, sighing softly. Stanley groaned
softly himself as his cock rubbed against the inside of her thighs. He set up a rhythm, moving his one hand back and forth steadily. To his
delight, she swayed with his rhythm, moving her bum and her thighs with every stroke. Stanley was in heaven.

So was Esther. She could feel his cock pressing against her thighs and she repositioned herself slightly so the head of his cock was now rubbing
against the lower lips of her pussy. Even though the cotton panties were between her pussy and his cock, still it felt wonderful! Already soaked
from the inside by her pussy juices, her panties were now getting soaked from the outside by Stanley's pre-cum.

With both of them so high from the marijuana and from the mutual feelings of pleasure they were receiving, they both closed their eyes and
allowed themselves to be carried away by the moment.

Stanley's one hand was rubbing rhythmically across Esther's bum and his other hand was now stroking the inside of her thighs all the way from
the top of her knee to the crevice between her pussy and her anus.

Esther was moaning openly now. She started moving her hips up and down, grinding her panty-clad pussy against Stanley's cock. Stanley started
moving his hips too, thrusting upward to meet her. With the hand that was rubbing her thighs, he pushed right up against the elastic hem of one
of the leg holes of her now drenched panties.

He wormed his finger inside and then pressed against her pussy lips. Esther immediately spread her legs wide and pressed against his finger
trying to ease it inside her. Needing no encouragement Stanley pushed his finger in and Esther groaned in pleasure. Stanley grasped her panties
and pulled them down to her ankles. Esther raised her hips to help and then lowered herself once more to grind against Stanley's cock.

Stanley gently eased Esther into a sitting position on his lap, facing him with her legs straddling him. She reached down and held his cock
steady and then lowered her pussy onto it. Both of them sighed heavily as he entered her. They looked hungrily into each other's eyes as their
hips began to move together. For the first time their lips came together and, at first tentatively and then passionately, they began to kiss.

Not very experienced with boys, Esther was amazed at how Stanley could make a kiss so erotic. The boys she'd had sex with mostly just closed
their eyes and grunted a lot when they bleeped her. She began to think that only people in movies kissed while they made love. Now she was
experiencing a real kiss for the first time. She was beginning to wish that they had kissed a lot earlier.

Stanley probed her mouth gently with his tongue as his cock probed her pussy. Sometimes he would push past her teeth to mingle with her
tongue. She was used to that sort of kissing. When he gently pressed his tongue against the outside of her teeth and licked softly against her
gums he felt her shudder.

When he brushed his lips against her cheeks and her eyelids she moaned and mewled softly. When he touched the tip of his tongue to the
outside of her lips she sighed and trembled.

With the feelings Stanley was giving her, Esther wanted to speed up their sexual act. She started to buck heavily against Stanley but he put his
hands on her hips and steadied her motions, slowing her down to an agonizingly pleasurable pace.

He lifted her T-shirt over her head and gazed almost in wonder at her youthful body. Slowly and with reverence, he leaned forward and gently
sucked her right nipple into his mouth. It was hard and the scent of her perfume came faintly to his nose as he licked at it. She moaned loudly
and put her arms around his head, drawing him into her breasts. He placed one hand under her left tit and slowly rolled the nipple between his
thumb and forefinger.




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Cool

Esther smiled and then looked at Stanley shyly.

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

Stanley frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.

'Why do you want to bring that up?' He asked. 'It was a long time ago and I was angry.'

'I know,' she said with a blush. 'I was a spoilt child that day and I guess I deserved it.'

Again Stanley shook his head and then looked away.

'There's something I need to ask,' she said, reaching out and touching his arm.

He looked at her and frowned deeply, wishing she had never brought the subject up.

'When you did that,' she said slowly, 'did you... um... did you rub your hand over my bum when you were done?'

Now it was Stanley's turn to be shocked. In his mind he could clearly see himself rubbing his hand across her bum. He could see her bent over
his knee as his hand gently passed over her white cotton panties. Although he knew she had been wearing jeans that day, he could clearly see
her wearing her school uniform skirt, the skirt raised over her back and her bum clad only in those white panties, wriggling and squirming as he
rubbed it.

He became aware now that his cock, hard earlier from trying to see her panties, was now throbbing with need. He was sure there was probably
a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the head and he looked down to see his pajama bottoms tented upward; as he looked down, so too did
Esther. She saw the front of his pajamas bulging upward and her mouth opened in amazement. She watched as the bulge twitched rhythmically
and then looked Stanley in the eye.

Stanley returned her gaze and shifted uncomfortably, pulling his bath robe closed across his crotch to hide his hard-on.

'Uh,' he stammered, 'I... uh... No I did not rub you,' he said shakily.

'Oh.' she said with a slight feeling of regret. 'I don't know why but sometimes I thought you rubbed my bum after you spanked me; and you told
me that you were sorry but I had to be punished.'

'Oh.' Stanley said weakly.

'It felt good when you did it,' she said with an encouraging smile, 'at least... when I thought you did it.'

'Oh.' he repeated. 'Really?' he finished lamely.

'Yeah.' she said and then smiled broadly. 'I kind of liked it. It made me feel good.'

Stanley gulped and put his hands over his throbbing cock. Unconsciously he started to rub it slightly and he gulped once more.

'You liked it?' he said weakly, 'really?'

Esther shifted her position and was now turned fully toward Stanley with her elbows on the couch beside him and her head resting on her hands.
Her knees were drawn up underneath her and her bum, covered now by her T-shirt, was sticking up in the air.

'Sometimes I imagine that's what you really did I guess,' she said with a shy smile. 'But sometimes I imagine that I was wearing my school
uniform instead of my jeans.'

Stanley almost came in his pants when she said that. The thought of her having the same vision as he, her bent over his knee in her school uniform while he rubbed her bum was just too much. He gulped once more and said nothing.

From her new position she was looking slightly upward to see his face. She lowered her gaze and saw his hands covering his bulge. She saw also
that one of his hands seemed to be moving slightly. Already beginning to get wet from their conversation so far, she felt a sudden surge in her pussy and she knew that she was absolutely soaking right now. Her freshly cleaned white cotton panties were definitely going to need washing now. Once again she looked him in the eye.

'It was kind of dumb.' she said with a smile. 'I know I was wearing jeans that day and it stung, but I remember it as a good thing sometimes.'

'You mean because I rubbed you afterward?' he said, trying to bring his voice under control.

'Yeah, you rubbed it to soothe the pain after.' She said.

'But I did not do that!' he protested.

'No.' she said and Stanley could hear the regret in her voice when she did. 'I just imagined it.'

'Would...' Stanley began uncertainly, 'would you like me to?'

Esther's eyes popped open with surprise; surprise and excitement.

'Really?' she said happily. 'Would you?'

Stanley tried to think about consequences; he tried to think about maturity; he even tried to think about Funmi. It was no use. The marijuana and
his throbbing cock won the argument hands down.



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And as soon as she felt him bottom out inside her, they both pulled away from each other until his entire length, with the exception of the tip, was outside her body. Then he pushed right back into her depths. This was not a connection between husband and wife—this was straight out fucking. It was almost violent, but they had not been together like this in so long, neither most likely could remember the last time they were.

Mercilessly they pounded their bodies together. Dapo’s hands mashed her breasts while pulling on her nipples to the point that it was almost painful. The pain was good, it felt good and it pushed Patricia closer and closer to her impending orgasm. And she needed to climax so very badly. The orgasm brought on by Uche earlier was just an appetizer, the tip of the iceberg, a teaser. She wanted more. She missed it. She could not help but reach down between her thighs to let her fingers slide back and forth over her clit.

“Son of a bitch!” she stuttered out.

She could not hold back. Passion took over her entire body. She started to shake and moan as her pussy clamps down over his throbbing cock.
Her knees went weak and the only thing holding her up were Dapo’s strong hands on her breasts and his cock that was still pounding her cunt through her orgasm.

The increased squeezing of her pussy was too much for Dapo to withstand. Through her orgasm she could feel his erection get stronger, and then it started to throb inside her. Without warning, she felt the first shot of hot liquid blast out of him and into her. The feeling of his fiery cum burning her insides sent Patricia spiraling into a second orgasm.

Finally, she slumped forward onto the countertop. Dapo’s cock started to soften and slowly slide out of her well-used cunt, releasing their combined juices to flow out of her and down her inner thighs. “You better clean up,” he said almost coldly. “The kids are home.”

“Dapo! Kids!” Patricia shouted. “It is dinner time!”

After Sade and Tobi got home from school, Patricia and Dapo went to the bathroom adjacent to their bedroom for a shower, where he
surprised her with yet another vigorous fucking. She couldn’t believe he was going for a second round, nor did she complain.

Tobi and Sade came racing down the stairs, fighting each other to be first at the table. “Hey, you two,” Patricia said. “What have I told you two about running through the house?”

“Sorry, Mummy,” Sade said with a smiled.

Tobi flashed his sister scolding look before smiling himself. “Yes, mummy,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Did either one of you see you father?” she asked, brushing off the apologies. It was going to happen again and probably again and again after
that.

“He’s shaving,” Tobi answered. “He’ll be done in a sec.”

Patricia smiled warmly. Things might be getting back to normal. “You’ll be shaving soon,” she remarked to her son.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the few hairs that have appeared on his chin.

“Maybe you should so that it’ll grow faster,” his mother suggested.

“That’s just a myth, Mummy,” Sade said offhandedly. “Besides, Tobi looked so cute with his tiny little hairs,” she mocked, grabbing his chin and
squeezing it while moving it side to side.

“Cut that out!” her brother shouted, slapping her hand away. “I could say the same for you with your little boobs.”

“Mummy!” Sade shouted.

“Oh keep quiet, both of you,” she admonished. “Leave you brother alone, and you leave your sister alone. I had boobs like you when I was your
age.”

Both of them looked at their mother. “Where did those come from then?” Sade asked, surprised.

“It was called having children,” she answered, laughing lightly. “Either they go away or they get bigger.”

“I don’t want kids,” Sade said.

“Then I guess you’re always going to have little boobs,” Tobi said derisively.

“Mummy!” Sade cried again.

“Cut that out, Tobi,” Patricia said forcibly. “Both of you get at the table.”

Dapo came down soon after. For one night since many, it felt as if what happened months ago never did. Patricia’s feelings about what
happened earlier at her work were great. Now that things seemed to be getting better, her actions were sort of haunting. As much as she would
like to go to work and tell Uche where he could stuff his job, she knew not everything was normal—not yet.


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He grabbed me as I got to the top of the stairs and his arms wrapped tight around me. His busy hands found their way to my bum, their favorite place to be as he slammed me against the passage-way wall. He pushed his face into mine, his hot tongue probing my mouth. 

"Finally," I thought, "I get to feel him."

He must have been ready for me because his dick was instantly hard against me. We anxiously tried to get my pants off, but not fast enough for
what I desired.

 His big and full dick was wrapped snug in his dark blue boxer briefs. The dick was darker at the tip where I could see his excitement. My cunt was aching to be filled with him. 

Just as his hand got toed into my panties, we heard the door open. "Anybody home?" she yelled up the stairs. My body was physically in pain anticipating the feeling of him destroying my body with his. Instead we quickly parted and I went into my bedroom to get dressed.

There were other times when we'd sneak away to make out, but we haven't found the right time to completely be together. 

Mummy was home as she was on leave at her place of work. Sammy was working a lot, and I was taking August break classes down at the state polytechnic. It seemed as though we would never have the chance to be together again.

Knowing that I could not have him right then and there while Mummy slurped on his dick, I walked away, wet, Hot and disappointed. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to begin making his meat pie. 

I purposely did not turn on the radio while I worked, as I usually do, so I could hear them more clearly. Mummy loved Sammy's dick. He always made her cum. He had done so many times. 

More recently, I've been hearing Sammy groaning more loudly than usual. Part of me thought he wanted me to hear him so I could cream my panties. It was working. 

After getting one batch of meat pie in the oven, I sat on the counter and spread my legs. Rubbing my hard little nub, I listened to the orchestra of fucking going on just above my head. 

My hand eventually made its way beneath the white cotton fabric of my shorts and my fingers were deep in my wet kitty. Remembering him working himself in my cunny and hearing the slapping sounds of him plowing into mummy sent me into orgasm. 

As the convulsions of my honey pot subsided, I heard a door shut upstairs. I jumped off of the counter and turned to face the cabinets and catch my breath.

"Mmm, chocolate chip?" Sammy queried, as if he had to. He knew they were. They always were...for the last two years at least. I knew he was close behind me; I smelled him first. 

A mixture of sweet smelling cologne and sweat and a hint of honey pot which oddly turned me on. He was so close I could feel his hot breath
on my neck as he asked me the ridiculous question. What a fucking tease he was. 

His still slightly stiff dick was just barely brushing up against my bum. "Sammy, I always make you chocolate chip on Fridays," I answered, trying
to appear unaffected by the rush of arousal in my body. 

He got toed his hands around my body and cupped my large breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers.

"No, these chocolates," he said under his breath. He turned me around and kissed me full on the mouth and headed down to my nipple. 

He pulled my tank top away from my body as his hot mouth enveloped my hard nipple. Like a key unlocks a door, my legs immediately opened
and his fingers made their way to my sopping wet cunt. 

He hummed on my nip and pressed hard against my stiff clit. We were silent as he finger-bleeped his hot little step niece to orgasm. His hands
were so rough inside of me. 

It did not take long before my honey pot clenched around his fingers and came all over them. As his hand exited my welcoming cunt, he rubbed
his index finger against my clit once more. He kissed me gently on the lips and then gave his little kitty a pat.

"Yummy! Funmi's making her famous meat pie," Mummy's voice said coming down the stairs. Sammy and I parted, him sitting back with his
fingers in his mouth and me facing the oven. 

"Good morning my loves," she said, kissing me on the cheek. She looked over at Sammy with his fingers in his mouth, "Are you eating her meat
pie before they're all done?" 



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This final vulgarity sent me over the edge and I came inside her, even as she got toed her own climax. I pumped spurt after spurt inside of her, more cum than I could have imagined my balls could hold. Then I collapsed on top of her, my dick still in her bum.

We lay there for several minutes in silence.

"You, Roli, are a natural-born lady," I said, slowly extricating my shrinking member from her bum.

"Only for you, Uncle."

She rolled over and smiled at me. 

"I knew I wanted to be your lady the day I started working for you. That's why I left that book out," she said mischievously.

"Just as I suspected," I said, heading for the bathroom, "did you get what you wanted?"

"Most definitely, Big Uncle!"

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. I would have to pick up the twins from their aunt's house soon. 

Then I thought of the video made by the nanny-cam. It was going to make for some great viewing when my wife came home and things returned to normal.




Episode II

There was one day when mummy was out to the shopping plaza at Maryland. We lived at the estate not far from the plaza. I came home. I ran upstairs toward my room and ran into Sammy in the passage-way. 

He grabbed me as I got to the top of the stairs and his arms wrapped tight around me. His busy hands found their way to my bum, their favorite place to be as he slammed me against the passage-way wall. He pushed his face into mine, his hot tongue probing my mouth. 

"Finally," I thought, "I get to feel him."

He must have been ready for me because his dick was instantly hard against me. We anxiously tried to get my pants off, but not fast enough for what I desired.

 His big and full dick was wrapped snug in his dark blue boxer briefs. The dick was darker at the tip where I could see his excitement. My cunt was aching to be filled with him. 

Just as his hand got toed into my panties, we heard the door open. "Anybody home?" she yelled up the stairs. My body was physically in pain anticipating the feeling of him destroying my body with his. Instead we quickly parted and I went into my bedroom to get dressed.

There were other times when we'd sneak away to make out, but we haven't found the right time to completely be together. 

Mummy was home as she was on leave at her place of work. Sammy was working a lot, and I was taking August break classes down at the state polytechnic. It seemed as though we would never have the chance to be together again.

Knowing that I could not have him right then and there while Mummy slurped on his dick, I walked away, wet, Hot and disappointed. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to begin making his meat pie. 

I purposely did not turn on the radio while I worked, as I usually do, so I could hear them more clearly. Mummy loved Sammy's dick. He always made her cum. He had done so many times. 

More recently, I've been hearing Sammy groaning more loudly than usual. Part of me thought he wanted me to hear him so I could cream my panties. It was working. 



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As they watched the television, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Stanley kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all.

Esther kept taking furtive glances at Stanley's hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the jumpier she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the mounting tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Stanley's delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.

Stanley was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties.

As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there.

He came to the conclusion that, between the marijuana and thinking too much about Esther's panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn't going to go away until it was dealt with.

He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.

On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Esther.

'Do you want some more marijuana?' he asked.

She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.

'Yeah!' she said happily. 'Good idea!'

Stanley smiled and got the wrap and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke.

Esther took the wrap from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the wrap was done Stanley returned the wrap and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Esther.

'You know what?' he asked in a serious voice.

'What?' she replied with an equally serious tone.

'I need to know something,' he said.

'What?' she said. The marijuana was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.

'I need to know which panties you're wearing,' he said. 'It was been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the flowered colored ones?'

Esther grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling inexplicably happy that she could answer his question.

Stanley looked at the panties and nodded pleasantly. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.

'You know,' he said. 'I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those Finely-cut panties you got.'

Esther, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

'Really?' she asked. 'I thought boys liked the other ones better.'

He frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The marijuana was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.

'Well,' he began, 'that's true I guess. But I've always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those finely-cut panties you've been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are... more friendly.'

Esther nodded and thought to herself again.

'Do you really think so?' she said, leaning forward earnestly now. She looked down once more at her panties and absently fingered the elastic waistband.

Stanley reached forward and rubbed his hand across her hip from the side of her bum to the top of her thigh.

'Yeah, they feel better when you touch them and they have an appeal,' he said. 'I like the look of them. When I see thongs and these really brief things that some women wear, I think of strippers. I've never had sex with a stripper so they don't do much for me. I've had sex with lots of women who wore plain cotton panties so maybe that's why I think they're sexier; and I don't think of you as a stripper either, so I guess I just think you should be wearing something that normal women wear.'

'You've had sex with lots of women?' she asked incredulously, 'how many?'

"I don't think I've ever counted,' he said. 'I guess at least a few dozens, maybe more.'

Esther smiled and then looked at Stanley shyly.

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

Stanley frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.


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And then there it was, I jumped up and pressed the button to open the gates, I looked out the small square window to the side of the front door and watched as an old dark black jeep came edging up the driveway and stopped a few feet away from the front door.

I went to the front door took a very deep breath and opened it as Biggy Sam closed the door of his car and started towards me. "Bleep!" He said looking at me.

"Have I done ok for you?" I asked, leaning back against the frame of the door, one leg slightly bent and tucked up under me.

"I'd say." He replied almost bounding up the 3 steps to me, his full arm slipped easily around my back and onto my bum and squeezed me tight against him, my head arching up as his came down to meet mine.

His warm lips touching mine, his minty tasting tongue parting my lips and entering my mouth. His hands felt as though they were all over my body, squeezing, rubbing, touching, and caressing every inch of me as he held me against his firm body still as we stood in the doorway.

Biggy Sam wasn't hanging about and had already released my 34DD's and slipped my bra off my arms and onto the floor, his other hand came up and started pinching and rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb.

A gentle moan escaped my lips as I thrust my chest up into his face, his tongue and lips clamping on my now hard nipples, he flicked them with his tongue and sucked on them hard.

Still in the doorway to my house a gentle warm breeze blowing over my bare skin, my hand went down to his crotch and felt a monster of a full cock straining at the seams of his jeans trying to escape.

I stood in front of him and carefully and slightly nervously unhitched his belt buckle and let it clang noisily to the side as I popped the buttons of his jeans before I pulled them to the floor.

He kicked off his foot wears and stepped neatly out of his jeans, I was kneeling in front of him now and his cock was only an inch away from my face and it was pulling the soft white material of his boxers tight.

I pulled them down and marveled at the size of his cock, the pictures he'd sent through didn't do it justice, it was at least 11" long and straight as an arrow and pointing straight at me, he'd shaved himself bare down there which added to effect.

I took his cock in one hand and then the other and looked up at him and opened my mouth.
Slowly, ever so slowly I edged my open mouth towards the meatiness of his cock, my lips closed softly around his helmet and gave it a gentle suck before pulling away and doing the same again.

"You little tease!" He said with a smile on his lips and his hands on his hips as he watched me slowly edge further down his cock with the gentlest of touches.

I wanted nothing more than to gobble his cock hungrily but I wanted to savour my first taste of full cock. I slid a hand down to his balls and gave them a cup, they were big and heavy and I licked down his long full shaft to his balls and sucked on them as I gently stroked his cock.

I could feel my pussy was soaking wet at just sucking his cock, who knows what I would be like when I finally got it inside me. Not yet though, that would wait. I knelt up and pushed my big boobs around his cock and rocked up and down, his cock pushing up through my boobs and onto my willing tongue.

I could taste his salty precum and knew I was doing well. I took his cock back into my mouth, deeper and faster this time, my hands twisting round his thick shaft as I sucked on it well.

I stood up kissing my way up his toned body and turned around and put one hand on the open doorway and reached back and took his cock and put it between my legs and rubbed it against my thong clad pussy, he didn't need asking twice!

He pulled my tiny pink thong down and bent over kissing each bum cheek as he did. Biggy Sam then slid a hand up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my pussy, his fingers nudging at my wet opening, spreading it open.

I felt his cock edging towards it and I stood with my legs further apart, I looked over my shoulder to see him slowly wanking his cock, one hand on my bum as the other started to guide his cock to my opening.


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