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This should not be the end

Yeah

Then she giggled.

"Have you been looking up my skirt? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she screamed! Then we were both laughing.

I rolled my eyes at her, which prompted a feigned slap on my hands and then another laugh into her clasped hands.

"Really, Prince, promise me, no more episodes with Mercy!"

"O.K."

But my curiosity about the secrets hidden under their skirts remains to this day. What is that urge in us? A woman crosses her legs and our eyes fly to their thighs, hoping for the glimpse of what?

A triangle of white, or some pastel shade, perhaps a floral pattern in silk softly covering a rounded pudendum. But it is completely irresistible to all men who are still alive.

And I WAS looking up my step Mom's skirt, to answer the question accurately. Probably more assiduously that any other. And I had more opportunities with her, too.

I remember lying on the floor watching television or reading, for example. step Mom would come along vacuuming and I would glance up, seeking that flash of the white kite-shape high up in the shadow of her thighs.

Becoming younger, I would lie on my back and pretend to read, and perhaps get a view of her round nylon-clad thighs and the round, full shape of her bottom captured in taut pantyhose and pink panties trapped under the stockings.

She wasn't really my Auntie Deborah. That's just what step Mom called her younger sister, Amarachi. They looked quite a bit alike but Amarachi was definitely a bit wilder and showier compared to my step Mom.

She visited often and it was always a lot of fun. Amarachi showed up more often after Dad died, and I knew it was her way of helping step Mom.

I was still young enough to get by with pretended innocence when sex came up. Aunt Amarachi loved to tease me about things that were a little beyond the sexuality level they thought I was in. It was delicious. I was in love with her, too. But only second to step Mom.

I must have been eleven or twelve by then.

They were lying on the lounges by the pool when I slammed the gate.

"Prince, sweetie, don't you think your step Mom should have a date once in awhile? Come on, honey agree with me!"

Her lipstick was a bright cheerful slash across a pretty, wide face all peering at me above the cushion of breasts and cleavage that made everything in me vibrate. I didn't know what it was all about, but I knew what I liked.

"Uh, I don't know, Aunt Amarachi. I guess so. If she wants to."

"Now Amarachi, leave Prince alone, I'll start dating when I'm ready. Prince and I get along just fine. He's my date when I need one! Right, honey?"

"Sure."

"Be a dear and go get some more sun lotion for us?"

"I'll let you rub it all over me, Prince dear. What do you think of that?'

"Amarachi!" my step Mom chided. A giggle escaped her lips and she looked at me with her usual step Momly pride.

I turned red and also turned to go get the lotion.

"He may be a pervert, but he's OUR little pervert!" Aunt Amarachi's laugh followed me into the house.

When I came back, they did let me put the oil on their sleek backs and with the tops of their suits untied, my fingertips found the way to the soft sides of Aunt Amarachi's breast.

"Ohhhhh, Prince. You are so good at this. Are you sure he's not legal age?" she murmured to my step Mom.

Since I was a kid and part of the family they were fairly relaxed about the whole thing. When I worked the oil into her legs, Amarachi spread her legs wide and I even saw a few hairs between her legs where they had escaped the bikini bottoms.

I rubbed higher and higher until I could feel the hear radiating from that great secret place.

Amarachi rolled over and for a step Mummy lost control of her top, giving me a fairly long glance at her right breast. I think I saw her smiling as she caught my long appreciative stare at her dark nipple.





Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472

"Tade!" my mom was screaming through the phone.

I suddenly jerked out of my stupor and picked up the handset once again. "Tell me everything."

My mom was only 20 when she'd gotten pregnant with me. She'd come to America from Lagos for college, a scholarship student with a bright future.

Tayo Robinson was a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks with a hard determination to succeed. They'd met during their sophomore year and soon began dating. It was the first real love for both of them.

They were careful to use protection, but even the best protection isn't 100% guaranteed. They'd disagreed on what to do when my mom got pregnant, and in the endit drove them apart.

My mom dropped out of school to give birth to me and got a job. Tade wanted no part of a baby that would slow him down in his quest to make it big in business.

My birth certificate listed "Father unknown", even though she'd named me after him. Oddly enough, having a U.S. born child had been the catalyst in getting my mom citizenship as well. And so my mom and I had made our life together.

Eventually, she went back and got her degree. She used her intelligence and personal drive to forge a successful career, despite the demands of a baby. And she taught me her hard work ethic as well.

But while she took her child and moved on with her life, Tayo Robinson never forgot the son he had fathered. When he made it big, he contacted my mom to ask about me.

The two of them agreed that I didn't need to know who he was right away. Too many children of the wealthy became spoiled brats, wasting money on parties and drugs.

I was only ten years old, and both my mom and real father wanted to see me succeed on my own. So there were no trust funds. No checks mysteriously sent to my mother. No record to tie us to Mr. Kendall.

Realistically, I was still given a lot of advantages. My mom was successful in her own right and we were never poor. I didn't have to struggle to pay for college.

And so without knowing how much money I would have to fall back on, I graduated, got my MBA, and found my own high salary job working in finance on Wall Street.

I was 27 and could afford my own Manhattan apartment. I was debt-free and financially stable. I'd enjoyed my social life, but I'd never shown an inclination for drugs or other excess.

I was a responsible young man, and I didn't need my father's money. Those were exactly the reasons why my mom and father had been ready to tell me the truth.

But then his jet had equipment trouble and went down. And my father was dead before I ever knew him.

The conversation took over an hour. And when I was done I realized I was very late for work. I promised my mom I would call her later. She seemed sad, but strong. She'd lost the father of her child, but she had stopped being in love with the man a long time ago.

I called my boss at work. He'd seen the news and told me to stay home for a few days. Let the media circus blow itself out once they got bored.

"Congratulations, Tade."

"For what?" I asked him.

"Did you forget? you're worth a few billion dollars right now."




SATURDAY

I'd spent the rest of Friday holed up inside my own apartment. Various neighbors came by and tried to be sociable, mostly just looking to meet someone newly- famous. Some of them I'd barely spoken to in the past, but now everyone was my friend.

It was a pretty Saturday morning, a great day to go out and enjoy the city, but I was still hiding out in my apartment. And of all the curious neighbors who came to check me out, one of them caught my notice more than the rest.

She was very pretty young lady, and she had my attention from the moment she stepped into the hallway.

I had been standing in my doorway, chatting up the neighbor who literally shared a wall with me. He was an older gentleman who had ordered some Chinese delivery for me and steadfastly refused to let me repay him for it.

I couldn't order myself without giving away my name and address, so he placed the call with his own credit card and building security had delivered it up to him.

He noticed my gaze had been averted and took the opportunity to escape before I could force some cash onto him. And then the pretty girl arrived.

Her jet black hair was nearly done and she shyly kept her gaze downcast as she approached me. She gave me a nervous smile while her hazel eyes perked up as she realized I was looking right at her.

"Hi..." I ventured, putting on my most charming grin.

"Hey..." she looked up at me and folded her arms over her chest. This motion pressed her full cleavage together beneath a demure sweater, and I had to fight to keep my gaze on her face. "you're Tade Robins?"

"Yes, but my mom's the only one who calls me Tade. I'm just Tade."

"Pleased to meet you Tade." She held out her hand politely, which I grasped and shook gently. "I'm Nancy."

Her hand felt so small and so soft. "I assume you live in the building?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm on the fifth floor."

"Oh, ok. So you just came up to see what all the fuss was about?"

Nancy blushed prettily. "I was just curious. So is it true? Mr. Kendall was your father?"

"It would appear so. At least my mom reassures me that he was."

"I'm very sorry for your loss." Somehow, the way Nancy said it made me believe she truly sympathized for me. In fact, everything about this girl screamed shy, genuine honesty, a rare thing to find in this town.

"That's okay. I mean, I'm sad that I never got the chance to meet him. But at the same time it can't hurt me that much."



Diary of a Playguy:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

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"Tade, I have to tell you I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth a long time ago."

That got my attention, and I could feel the last bindings of sleep breaking away as I sat up a little straighter in bed. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry. But you're going to be hearing a lot of things in the next few days. But you should know it is the truth. I should have told you before. Tade, I love you."

"I love you too, mom. But what are you talking about?"

There was no answer, and I no longer heard the faint buzz of feedback from an open cell connection.

"Hello? Mom?" I ventured. "Hello?"

nothing. And then a moment later came the triple tone of CALL ENDED. I cursed out my cell phone carrier. Fewest dropped calls my ass.

The phone vibrated a second later and I instantly hit the TALK button. "Mom?"

"No, it's Rosalinda. Ohmigod! I can't believe it! Can you believe it?"

Between my mom and Rosalinda, this was really starting to frustrate me. "Believe what? What the hell are you talking about?"

"you mean you haven't heard? They just announced it on the morning news!"

"heard WHAT?"

"your father! He's dead!"

She couldn't have said what I thought she said... "Who?"

"Oh for Bleep's sake." Rosalinda sounded annoyed at me now. "Turn on your TV. There are news crews right outside your apartment right now."

I found the remote and hit the power button. As the screen was flickering to life, my phone was buzzing at me again as I had another incoming call. "Rosalinda, it's my mom, I'll call you back."

"You'd better."

I hit the button to switch calls to my mom, and then my jaw hit the floor. There really were news cameras outside my apartment. The screen showed the front of my apartment building, two of the doormen I recognized working hard to keep various media types away while various residents tried to sneak out and get on with their lives.

With typical New York self-centeredness, none of them even stopped to ask what was going on.

"Tade!"

"Yeah, mom. I'm watching the news."

I could almost hear her close her eyes as she sighed. "I should have told you."

I was getting really annoyed. This had gone on WAY too long. SOMEBODY had to tell me what the hell was going on! And as her words reverberated through my head, the answer scrolled across the screen.

noted billionaire industrialist Tayo Robinson died in a jet crash almost a week ago. I'd recognized the name as he'd been romantically linked to several celebrities over the years. An unmarried playboy for decades, he'd been very visible hobnobbing with the glamorous elite, building his fortune through some successful movie producing in addition to his profitable corporations. But that's not what had television news vans blocking traffic outside my apartment this morning.

Lawyers had opened up his will, and apparently kept everything under wraps for the past week. But now a leak had hit the media that Mr. Kendall had left his entire fortune, worth several billion dollars, to his one and only son, Tade Robins, a young investment banker in New York.

Tade Robins. That is me.

A famous guy dying would always be news. But the fact that NO ONE knew Tayo Robinson even had a son made things more newsworthy. And the fact that he'd left several billion dollars to a son who was unaware made the story the headliner.

And then there were three photos on the screen. To the left, 48-year old Tayo Robinson, with his jet black hair and sterling blue eyes. To the right, a pretty picture of my mom from a few years ago. And in the middle, the official company photo of me acquired from my investment firm. Now that they lined up all three of us, I could detect some physical resemblance. Same hairline, same cheekbones. I had my mom's eyes, although they were the same deep blue color of my father's. I'd gotten a great mix of both African and American genes, and now I knew exactly where they'd come from.

"Tade!" my mom was screaming through the phone.

I suddenly jerked out of my stupor and picked up the handset once again. "Tell me everything."





Diary of a Playguy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

Nice story

Keep it coming

Keep it coming