[+18] Regards to Your Mommsy | Ep. 2
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Friday night.
Some minutes to Nine.
I opened my eyes and scanned the view before me. My gaze lifted from the up and down movement of her head between the open fly of my grey shorts to the shimmering blueness of the pool.
The live band was performing from a corner, at the southern side of the rectangular pool, they sampled songs that ranged from highlife, Fuji, Afro-pop to blues. Hotel guests were scattered on either sides of the pool, most sat, others danced or walked around to meet and greet.
Only I and the beautiful owner of the mouth that was slobbering up and down my dick, were at the less illuminated northern side of the pool. I was lying on a thick eight foot sun lounger that was left behind the palm trees that lined the walkways near the pool.
She lay in between my legs, her head stopped just above my shorts, the fly of which she had unzipped a while ago to suck my dick.
Now, her hand was gliding up and down my shaft, while she licked my balls and made smacking sounds when she sucked them. My moaning was drowned in the music of the band.
She went back to the tip of my dick, she swirled her tongue around it and began to suck. My breathing was irregular. I grabbed her hair.
“Rhoda, I’m about to cum.” I whispered.
She didn’t stop. I groaned as I burst loads of semen in her mouth. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she swallowed my kids, along with their own kids and grandchildren.
She slid up and kissed me. “Let’s finish this upstairs.”
• • •
Earlier in the evening.
I had just left the office. I was in a Uber heading towards Airport Road. I had with me a small bag, which held some clothes and personal effects. I was going away for the weekend. Albert was the only one I informed via text that I wasn’t going to be at home, neither was he anyways.
It has been six days since the massage incident in Mrs. Akinwale's room. And nothing, absolutely nothing had happened. Six unsettling days. Six days since I lost my peace of mind.
Like I said, nothing happened. Everything seem to work against it. Albert came home Sunday morning and we, along with a gang of friends hung out a lot through the week, after work hours. During those boys night out, I nearly died of guilty conscience.
Trust me, it is tough sipping whiskey with your friend and making small talks about girls, football and politics, while in the deep recess of your mind, you can see his mom’s naked body; her jiggling breasts, the tiny forest reserve around her puffy pussy and her fat ass.
Yet nothing had happened. Maybe, I was torn between two questions: should I make the first move? Or should I wait for her to approach me?
What had been even more upsetting was the fact that Mummy Laide practically went back to default mode; she acted as if nothing had happened between us!
While I on the other hand resorted to wearing jeans in the evenings to restrain my mannerless dick that always popped up like Jack-in-the-box whenever I saw her.
Why do I feel like she is tormenting me?
Well, good thing was, yesterday I decided to chuck up the deuces. I placed a call to Rhoda. Rhoda is a petite light skinned girl in her third year in Babcock. She is very hot, the kind of girl you would want to brag about to your friends.
Wait. Did I mention that she is Albert’s cousin? He reintroduced me to her a few weeks after I moved in. The first time I met her was when she came to see Albert in UNILAG.
Rhoda and her boyfriend broke up four months ago (just before I moved in with Albert). It was tough trying to win her heart. I don’t know who the asshole ex was but he left her pretty emotionally messed up.
She wasn’t saying yes, neither was she saying no, but we always have nice comforting moments together as friends. I sensed some danger in that and gave her some space because I didn’t want to be the rebound guy (and end up losing out).
So I called Rhoda and asked her to come spend the weekend with me. Truth is, I wanted to get my mind and body away from Mummy Laide.
So far away that I decided that a weekend getaway at a hotel along Airport road (which a friend recommended) would be ideal. It was also a decisive move to clear up any doubt about where Rhoda and I stood.
I checked in at 7:36 pm and took a long shower. Then I poured myself a glass of white wine which I ordered from room service.
By 8:09 pm, I woke to the soft knock of Rhoda on my door. A few minutes later we went to the restaurant to have dinner, after which we retired to the poolside to listen to the live band, which the hotel featured only once in a month.
• • •
Quarter past Nine.
When we got off the elevator, I lifted Rhoda. She wrapped her hands around my head and locked her legs around my waist. In this manner we kissed, while I fumbled with the door lock.
My phone, which I had left in the room, was ringing when we got in. I let it finish ringing and immediately switch it to Airplane mode. It was Albert's mom. She had left two missed calls.
I plopped Rhoda on the bed and straightaway undid her rose crop top. The black bra came of too and revealed firm perky boobs, the kinds you see in Japanese porno. Adorable.
Tatted on the left breast is a heart shape which had inscribed on it in cursive letters the name, ‘Mide.
“Tell me about this.” I said as I ran my thumb across the tattoo.
She slid my hand away from it and sat up to kiss me. “It’s nothing. It’s just a name. My... My favourite native name.”
“I like it.” I said. I kissed the tattoo. I squeezed her right boob with my hand while I sucked her left nipple. Her breathe intake was deep.
I slipped my hand into her bum shorts. I cupped the ridge of her vagina through her pantie. She moaned.
I got off her body and pulled off her bum shorts along with her black pantie. I knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled her thighs to me.
I caressed and teased her pussy lips with my fingers. Then I grabbed her thighs and began to eat her cunt. I sucked her pussy lips. I licked in between them with the flat of my tongue the way a hungry kid would lick a plate of soup.
She was moaning loud and rubbing her hands and nail all over my head. She jerked her waist as cum streamed out of her cunt.
But I was just getting started. I stepped out of my shorts and briefs. I grinned wickedly at her as I stroke my dick while her climax ebbed.
I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed where I stood, and made her raise her legs high towards her head.
I slid my dick into her pussy like a Nintendo cartridge. I pinned back her thighs and began to pound.
She was moaning but I felt it wasn’t loud enough. My dick was on a mission: it would to clear all her emotional and mental cache; it would to d(ick)bug every trace of her ex in her system. Instead of her ex all she would think or dream of was Wale's dick, in HD.
Maybe I was sort of angry with mummy Laide. But to hell with that! Didn’t Rhoda make me wait almost three months!
I pulled out and made her turn around with her face down. I propped up her ass with a pillow. I wondered if she had ever been fucked in the ass but that was business for another day, tomorrow perhaps.
Right now, I needed to reset her pussy and print my dick all over her inner pussy wall.
To hell with rhythm. In no time, I was slamming into her like I was rehearsing for the NBA All-stars.
She was moaning and whimpering. She had her head buried in the pillows but it was loud. Just the way I like it.
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| Regards to Your Mommsy |
Friday night.
Some minutes to Nine.
I opened my eyes and scanned the view before me. My gaze lifted from the up and down movement of her head between the open fly of my grey shorts to the shimmering blueness of the pool.
The live band was performing from a corner, at the southern side of the rectangular pool, they sampled songs that ranged from highlife, Fuji, Afro-pop to blues. Hotel guests were scattered on either sides of the pool, most sat, others danced or walked around to meet and greet.
Only I and the beautiful owner of the mouth that was slobbering up and down my dick, were at the less illuminated northern side of the pool. I was lying on a thick eight foot sun lounger that was left behind the palm trees that lined the walkways near the pool.
She lay in between my legs, her head stopped just above my shorts, the fly of which she had unzipped a while ago to suck my dick.
Now, her hand was gliding up and down my shaft, while she licked my balls and made smacking sounds when she sucked them. My moaning was drowned in the music of the band.
She went back to the tip of my dick, she swirled her tongue around it and began to suck. My breathing was irregular. I grabbed her hair.
“Rhoda, I’m about to cum.” I whispered.
She didn’t stop. I groaned as I burst loads of semen in her mouth. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she swallowed my kids, along with their own kids and grandchildren.
She slid up and kissed me. “Let’s finish this upstairs.”
• • •
Earlier in the evening.
I had just left the office. I was in a Uber heading towards Airport Road. I had with me a small bag, which held some clothes and personal effects. I was going away for the weekend. Albert was the only one I informed via text that I wasn’t going to be at home, neither was he anyways.
It has been six days since the massage incident in Mrs. Akinwale's room. And nothing, absolutely nothing had happened. Six unsettling days. Six days since I lost my peace of mind.
Like I said, nothing happened. Everything seem to work against it. Albert came home Sunday morning and we, along with a gang of friends hung out a lot through the week, after work hours. During those boys night out, I nearly died of guilty conscience.
Trust me, it is tough sipping whiskey with your friend and making small talks about girls, football and politics, while in the deep recess of your mind, you can see his mom’s naked body; her jiggling breasts, the tiny forest reserve around her puffy pussy and her fat ass.
Yet nothing had happened. Maybe, I was torn between two questions: should I make the first move? Or should I wait for her to approach me?
What had been even more upsetting was the fact that Mummy Laide practically went back to default mode; she acted as if nothing had happened between us!
While I on the other hand resorted to wearing jeans in the evenings to restrain my mannerless dick that always popped up like Jack-in-the-box whenever I saw her.
Why do I feel like she is tormenting me?
Well, good thing was, yesterday I decided to chuck up the deuces. I placed a call to Rhoda. Rhoda is a petite light skinned girl in her third year in Babcock. She is very hot, the kind of girl you would want to brag about to your friends.
Wait. Did I mention that she is Albert’s cousin? He reintroduced me to her a few weeks after I moved in. The first time I met her was when she came to see Albert in UNILAG.
Rhoda and her boyfriend broke up four months ago (just before I moved in with Albert). It was tough trying to win her heart. I don’t know who the asshole ex was but he left her pretty emotionally messed up.
She wasn’t saying yes, neither was she saying no, but we always have nice comforting moments together as friends. I sensed some danger in that and gave her some space because I didn’t want to be the rebound guy (and end up losing out).
So I called Rhoda and asked her to come spend the weekend with me. Truth is, I wanted to get my mind and body away from Mummy Laide.
So far away that I decided that a weekend getaway at a hotel along Airport road (which a friend recommended) would be ideal. It was also a decisive move to clear up any doubt about where Rhoda and I stood.
I checked in at 7:36 pm and took a long shower. Then I poured myself a glass of white wine which I ordered from room service.
By 8:09 pm, I woke to the soft knock of Rhoda on my door. A few minutes later we went to the restaurant to have dinner, after which we retired to the poolside to listen to the live band, which the hotel featured only once in a month.
• • •
Quarter past Nine.
When we got off the elevator, I lifted Rhoda. She wrapped her hands around my head and locked her legs around my waist. In this manner we kissed, while I fumbled with the door lock.
My phone, which I had left in the room, was ringing when we got in. I let it finish ringing and immediately switch it to Airplane mode. It was Albert's mom. She had left two missed calls.
I plopped Rhoda on the bed and straightaway undid her rose crop top. The black bra came of too and revealed firm perky boobs, the kinds you see in Japanese porno. Adorable.
Tatted on the left breast is a heart shape which had inscribed on it in cursive letters the name, ‘Mide.
“Tell me about this.” I said as I ran my thumb across the tattoo.
She slid my hand away from it and sat up to kiss me. “It’s nothing. It’s just a name. My... My favourite native name.”
“I like it.” I said. I kissed the tattoo. I squeezed her right boob with my hand while I sucked her left nipple. Her breathe intake was deep.
I slipped my hand into her bum shorts. I cupped the ridge of her vagina through her pantie. She moaned.
I got off her body and pulled off her bum shorts along with her black pantie. I knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled her thighs to me.
I caressed and teased her pussy lips with my fingers. Then I grabbed her thighs and began to eat her cunt. I sucked her pussy lips. I licked in between them with the flat of my tongue the way a hungry kid would lick a plate of soup.
She was moaning loud and rubbing her hands and nail all over my head. She jerked her waist as cum streamed out of her cunt.
But I was just getting started. I stepped out of my shorts and briefs. I grinned wickedly at her as I stroke my dick while her climax ebbed.
I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed where I stood, and made her raise her legs high towards her head.
I slid my dick into her pussy like a Nintendo cartridge. I pinned back her thighs and began to pound.
She was moaning but I felt it wasn’t loud enough. My dick was on a mission: it would to clear all her emotional and mental cache; it would to d(ick)bug every trace of her ex in her system. Instead of her ex all she would think or dream of was Wale's dick, in HD.
Maybe I was sort of angry with mummy Laide. But to hell with that! Didn’t Rhoda make me wait almost three months!
I pulled out and made her turn around with her face down. I propped up her ass with a pillow. I wondered if she had ever been fucked in the ass but that was business for another day, tomorrow perhaps.
Right now, I needed to reset her pussy and print my dick all over her inner pussy wall.
To hell with rhythm. In no time, I was slamming into her like I was rehearsing for the NBA All-stars.
She was moaning and whimpering. She had her head buried in the pillows but it was loud. Just the way I like it.
… to be continued.
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