[+18] Regards to your Mummsy | Ep. 3
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Tuesday. 7:20AM.
I was standing in front of the wardrobe mirror when she walked in. I just got back from the bathroom. She stood by the doorway which was adjacent to the wardrobe.
We had not seen each other since I came back from the weekend get-away. I greeted her.
“How was your weekend?” She asked.
“Quite okay, Ma.” Then I went ahead to tell her that I spent my weekend with my parent. A family weekend indeed.
“Why didn’t you call me back? Even a text message would have sufficed, you know?”
She was right though. I could have texted her the lie I just told her.
My anger at her, coupled with the back to back sex with Rhoda didn’t make me map out my plan properly.
I mean, how could I tell her that those times when she was calling my phone, I was busy drilling into her niece’s pussy. And I’ll be damned if Rhoda's moans weren’t louder than my ringtone.
“I got carried away. Had too many stuffs going on at home. I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright.” She waved off my apology and walked to the window, which was overlooking the backyard.
I was looking at her own backyard; she was putting on that her wicked skyblue nightgown that could never hold the curves of her ass and thighs. “So tell me, are you moving to Ogba too?”
Albert would be moving out today. He and his girlfriend rented an apartment in Ogba.
“No ma. I’ll be staying. Moving to Ogba would be counterproductive.”
She turned around. Her lips were curved in what I thought looked liked a smirk.
She walked towards me. She came closer. She closed the space between us. She wrapped her hands around my neck. Her breast were pushing against my chest.
“That is a smart decision.” She said.
She tilt her face up and reached for my lips. I returned her kisses. Then she broke away.
“I... I think – .” I started to say.
She placed her index finger on my lips. “Sshhh... Get dressed. You’re going to be late for work.”
I starred in silence as she left the room, her ass swaying madly like the beads on a shekere.
My immediate boss is an asshole! And I know he feels the same way about me.
He got his position by virtue of being the son of the man who owns the second largest share in the organization. I have no problem with that.
What I do have a problem with is when he makes me take the blame, for his own errors.
So today we had quite a row. He shouted at me. I got fed up and was like what the fuck man. So I shouted back. No, I didn’t get fired. You know why? It’s simple: I’m the only one who can do his job.
The call came in about an hour before I was supposed to close for work.
“We are eating out tonight. I’ll come and pick you by... Would 8 be okay?”
“Yea. 8 would be fine.”
“Good.” The little beep ended the call before I could ask where we would be eating. Or how many “we” are.
The Ford Focus arrived a little later than I expected.
“How was your day?” I said as I sat in the passenger seat and tossed my laptop bag in the back seat.
“How was yours? You look super tired.”
I told her about my rough day, my little row with my boss. She placed her right hand on my thigh and rubbed it. “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll be fine.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in Mr. Chang eating Chinese fried rice with prawns in chilli sauce.
I was famished before I left the office, so I enjoyed my meal. Mrs Akinwale didn’t eat much. She would later tell me she love to watch me eat.
“Tell me; are you seeing anybody now?” She asked as I doused the spicy flame in my mouth with a glass of white wine.
“No.” I shrugged. She had her gaze fixed on me. For a moment, I felt like a guinea pig under observation. But I didn’t offer her any explanation. Neither did she ask. I guess “No” was all the answer she needed.
Besides I was yet to put a tag on my relationship with Rhoda. Rhoda and I had only spoken once since we left the hotel in the wee hour of Monday morning.
The chemistry between me and Mummy Laide on the other hand is sizzling like the test tubes in Dexter's laboratory. Even now as she sit across the table from me, I could sense the sexual aura.
Later that night, around past ten, when Ewatomi had retired to her room, I stepped out of my room in my briefs and walked barefooted to Mrs. Akinwale's room.
The door was left a little open as agreed.
I adjusted my sight to the dim glow of the red bulb in the room. She was lying on her bed.
The lower half of her body was buried in the blanket. She had her back towards me. I knew she awake, and even more exciting was the fact that I knew that she knew I had just walked in.
I carefully slipped in between the blanket. She didn’t move. I moved closer to her body and kissed her exposed arm. “Sleeping, are we?” I whispered.
She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I squeezed and caressed them. She turned to lie on her back and we began to kiss.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked. My right hand snaked it way into her lace pantie. And I began to stroke the outer walls of her pussy.
I love the look in her eyes and the way she bit her lower lips when I slowly pulled off her pantie. Mummy Laide is quite a voluptuous woman. I wanted to bury my face and get lost in her vagina.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
She got up and sat astride my face. I wrapped my arms around her large thighs and I clutched her butt. I began to lick her cunt. I sucked the folding of her vagina.
She clutched my head and was making slow back and forth movements with her hips. The lapping sound of my tongue and her breathy moans filled my ears.
I felt her quiver above me. “Aah!” I thought I heard her squeal. I paused to ascertain...
“Don’t stop!” She almost screamed. “Don’t you stop!”
I inserted three fingers into her pussy hole while licking the hood of her clit. Her thighs were vibrating. She cummed. It came pouring down like rain.
She freed my dick from my briefs. And took it in her mouth. One hand was fondling my balls, the other held my shaft while her mouth was slopping the head.
Damn. She was good at it. For a second, I wondered how many dicks she had sucked.
But that was none of my business anyway now that she was choking on my mine. Inexpressible sounds were escaping my throat by the second.
She got up.
My dick was pointing at the ceiling like a pole. She pulled up her night gown to her stomach and kneeled astride me. She gently guide my dick into her pussy.
Inside her was warm and wet.
She began to straddle me. She place her hands on my chest, mine rubbed and fondled her breasts. She started to moan as she quickened her pace.
Her pussy took in the entirety of my dick. She gaped at the ceiling, grabbed her breasts and rode me faster.
I held her waist as she bounced up and down my dick.
“I’m about to cum!”
“Cum inside me, babe.” She moaned. “Cum inside me!”
I cummed inside her. And I love that I did.
Tuesday. 7:20AM.
I was standing in front of the wardrobe mirror when she walked in. I just got back from the bathroom. She stood by the doorway which was adjacent to the wardrobe.
We had not seen each other since I came back from the weekend get-away. I greeted her.
“How was your weekend?” She asked.
“Quite okay, Ma.” Then I went ahead to tell her that I spent my weekend with my parent. A family weekend indeed.
“Why didn’t you call me back? Even a text message would have sufficed, you know?”
She was right though. I could have texted her the lie I just told her.
My anger at her, coupled with the back to back sex with Rhoda didn’t make me map out my plan properly.
I mean, how could I tell her that those times when she was calling my phone, I was busy drilling into her niece’s pussy. And I’ll be damned if Rhoda's moans weren’t louder than my ringtone.
“I got carried away. Had too many stuffs going on at home. I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright.” She waved off my apology and walked to the window, which was overlooking the backyard.
I was looking at her own backyard; she was putting on that her wicked skyblue nightgown that could never hold the curves of her ass and thighs. “So tell me, are you moving to Ogba too?”
Albert would be moving out today. He and his girlfriend rented an apartment in Ogba.
“No ma. I’ll be staying. Moving to Ogba would be counterproductive.”
She turned around. Her lips were curved in what I thought looked liked a smirk.
She walked towards me. She came closer. She closed the space between us. She wrapped her hands around my neck. Her breast were pushing against my chest.
“That is a smart decision.” She said.
She tilt her face up and reached for my lips. I returned her kisses. Then she broke away.
“I... I think – .” I started to say.
She placed her index finger on my lips. “Sshhh... Get dressed. You’re going to be late for work.”
I starred in silence as she left the room, her ass swaying madly like the beads on a shekere.
My immediate boss is an asshole! And I know he feels the same way about me.
He got his position by virtue of being the son of the man who owns the second largest share in the organization. I have no problem with that.
What I do have a problem with is when he makes me take the blame, for his own errors.
So today we had quite a row. He shouted at me. I got fed up and was like what the fuck man. So I shouted back. No, I didn’t get fired. You know why? It’s simple: I’m the only one who can do his job.
The call came in about an hour before I was supposed to close for work.
“We are eating out tonight. I’ll come and pick you by... Would 8 be okay?”
“Yea. 8 would be fine.”
“Good.” The little beep ended the call before I could ask where we would be eating. Or how many “we” are.
The Ford Focus arrived a little later than I expected.
“How was your day?” I said as I sat in the passenger seat and tossed my laptop bag in the back seat.
“How was yours? You look super tired.”
I told her about my rough day, my little row with my boss. She placed her right hand on my thigh and rubbed it. “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll be fine.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in Mr. Chang eating Chinese fried rice with prawns in chilli sauce.
I was famished before I left the office, so I enjoyed my meal. Mrs Akinwale didn’t eat much. She would later tell me she love to watch me eat.
“Tell me; are you seeing anybody now?” She asked as I doused the spicy flame in my mouth with a glass of white wine.
“No.” I shrugged. She had her gaze fixed on me. For a moment, I felt like a guinea pig under observation. But I didn’t offer her any explanation. Neither did she ask. I guess “No” was all the answer she needed.
Besides I was yet to put a tag on my relationship with Rhoda. Rhoda and I had only spoken once since we left the hotel in the wee hour of Monday morning.
The chemistry between me and Mummy Laide on the other hand is sizzling like the test tubes in Dexter's laboratory. Even now as she sit across the table from me, I could sense the sexual aura.
Later that night, around past ten, when Ewatomi had retired to her room, I stepped out of my room in my briefs and walked barefooted to Mrs. Akinwale's room.
The door was left a little open as agreed.
I adjusted my sight to the dim glow of the red bulb in the room. She was lying on her bed.
The lower half of her body was buried in the blanket. She had her back towards me. I knew she awake, and even more exciting was the fact that I knew that she knew I had just walked in.
I carefully slipped in between the blanket. She didn’t move. I moved closer to her body and kissed her exposed arm. “Sleeping, are we?” I whispered.
She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I squeezed and caressed them. She turned to lie on her back and we began to kiss.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked. My right hand snaked it way into her lace pantie. And I began to stroke the outer walls of her pussy.
I love the look in her eyes and the way she bit her lower lips when I slowly pulled off her pantie. Mummy Laide is quite a voluptuous woman. I wanted to bury my face and get lost in her vagina.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
She got up and sat astride my face. I wrapped my arms around her large thighs and I clutched her butt. I began to lick her cunt. I sucked the folding of her vagina.
She clutched my head and was making slow back and forth movements with her hips. The lapping sound of my tongue and her breathy moans filled my ears.
I felt her quiver above me. “Aah!” I thought I heard her squeal. I paused to ascertain...
“Don’t stop!” She almost screamed. “Don’t you stop!”
I inserted three fingers into her pussy hole while licking the hood of her clit. Her thighs were vibrating. She cummed. It came pouring down like rain.
She freed my dick from my briefs. And took it in her mouth. One hand was fondling my balls, the other held my shaft while her mouth was slopping the head.
Damn. She was good at it. For a second, I wondered how many dicks she had sucked.
But that was none of my business anyway now that she was choking on my mine. Inexpressible sounds were escaping my throat by the second.
She got up.
My dick was pointing at the ceiling like a pole. She pulled up her night gown to her stomach and kneeled astride me. She gently guide my dick into her pussy.
Inside her was warm and wet.
She began to straddle me. She place her hands on my chest, mine rubbed and fondled her breasts. She started to moan as she quickened her pace.
Her pussy took in the entirety of my dick. She gaped at the ceiling, grabbed her breasts and rode me faster.
I held her waist as she bounced up and down my dick.
“I’m about to cum!”
“Cum inside me, babe.” She moaned. “Cum inside me!”
I cummed inside her. And I love that I did.
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