[+18] The HomeCumming

I peered out the window as the taxi cruised its way through the town’s main street. I tried to reconcile the pictures in my head with the changes I saw in my head.

The main street had been expanded and is about twice its previous width. The local government complex was wearing new paints. “New coats, same folks.” The driver snickered.

I had the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he had cracked the joke.

 The small maternity home where my mom worked now featured a large adjoined one storey hospital. Even St. Peters comprehensive college, my alma mater had a large billboard that proudly announced its name.

Damn, I miss home! I thought. Little changes they might seem but the effect was huge on me. I have spent the last 9 months, far away, in the dusty villages of conflict ridden Sudan.

I was one of the Nigerian soldiers selected to partake in the UN peacekeeping mission in Sudan. I miss my family, not that there was many left to call “family” except my mum.

Dad had died about eight years earlier and my only sibling, sister Lawumi along with her husband and their daughter had migrated to Canada.

The taxi veered off the main street onto a cul-de-sac and slowed to a stop in front of a brown gate. I grabbed my backpack and large duffel bag. I pushed open the gate.

The house, a bungalow remained unpainted but it looked somewhat different. The house in my head had a bare compound, but the house I was now seeing had a compound adorned with well trimmed flowery shrubs and lush carpet grasses that grew around the base of the house.

It made the house look lovely. And I was thrilled. I knew my mom knew nothing about gardening or horticulture. I concluded that she had paid someone for the job.

Mom appeared at the front door. Her face beamed as she smiled. She was wearing a large grey T-shirt and black leggings. “Alex! My baby!” She shouted in excitement. (Yea, I’m 26 and 6’1 but my mom still calls me her baby.)

I promptly dropped my luggage and hugged her. “I’ve missed you, mom.” I said.

She sat with me at the dinning table while I devoured a plate of semo and efo riro. I managed, amidst mouthfuls to tell her about some of my experiences in Sudan.

I took care not to be graphic in my description, mom had been against my joining the military from the start. I joined the military about 5 months before my 20th birthday, after I had obtained my OND certificate and had totally given up on furthering my education.

We talked about relatives, most of whom I had not seen since my dad’s demise. “So who planted those flowers outside?” I asked, when we retired to the living room.

“Guess.” She said.

I shrugged. “Your friends from the clinic?”

“No. I planted it myself.” She had a proud smile.

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, then smiled. “I know you’re joking, mom. Tell me jhor.”

“I’m serious.” She looked the part. “I started planting last year. Usually on my off days.”

“Wow!” I was impressed.

“Since you and Lawunmi left, it has been boring and lonely around here.” Her voice took a slightly sad tone. “I usually dread my off days and do work overtime just to occupy my mind. Some days I visit friends, on other days I stay indoor. So I had to find another hobby besides cooking. Cooking get boring when there’s no one to share it with. But gardening is quite lovely, almost like nurturing kids.”

“Don’t worry mom. I’ll be around for a while.”

10:38pm.

My body glistened with sweat and I was heaving heavily as I stood up from the tiled floor of my bedroom where I had just done two hundred push-ups.

Mom and I had said our goodnight about 40 minutes ago, after a light meal and an old Nollywood movie.

My throat was dry. I chide myself for not having brought along a bottle of water from the kitchen. I stepped out of my room into the dimly lit corridor.

I had not taken more than seven steps when I had a sound that stopped me in my tracks. I’ll be damned if the military had not trained my body and mind to be alert.

I heard the sound again. I turned and made for where I thought it came. My ears and legs led me towards my mom’s door. The sound came again. It was a muffled sound. Not the sound of danger.

My curiosity got the better part of me.

I knelt in front of my mom’s door and peeped through the keyhole. It didn’t afford me a wide angled view of the room but straight ahead was my mom’s bed. It was perpendicular to the wall to my right. The dimmed red bulb in the room cast its weak glow on the bed. Mom was lying face up on the bed. Naked.

Her knees were raised. And I saw that her right hand held something which she was thrusting in between her thighs. She made the sound I had heard earlier. It was a soft moan.

Jeeez! It suddenly occurred to me that my mom was masturbating. With a dildo. I felt transfixed to the spot. My heart was beating loudly. I became conscious of the throbbing sensation in my briefs.

My steel hard dick had risen as if to have a view of its own. I had my eyes fixed on the view before me. My right hand freed my dick from the caging briefs. And I began to stroke it. I moved my hand back and forth in rhythm to the view before me. Her moans became steady. I suppressed mine. I jerked my dick faster and caught my groans in my throat.

Saturday.

I woke up twice today. The first time, I woke with a start around 4am then I realized that I was at home and not at the barracks. I went back to sleep.

Then by quarter to 7 I woke up feeling refreshed. I took a long pee and headed for the kitchen.
The delicious aroma of buttered pancakes wafted from the kitchen to the corridor. Mom stood in front of the cooker with a fish slice in hand.

“Alex dear, how was your night?”

“Good morning mom. It was the best night I’ve had in a while.” I said as I took one pancake from the colander and began to munch. “Hmm, I missed this.”

She flashed me a smile and proceeded to lift a hot pancake from the frying pan. “I’m worried you don’t eat much. You should go look at yourself in the mirror. I intend to fatten you up before you leave.”

I laughed. And told her that even if she succeeded in making me as fat as Uncle Bolaji (her younger brother), I would shed it all in 2 weeks at barracks. We both laughed hard.

Mom was done frying. She stooped, head and hands down, to search for something in the cabinet beneath the cooker. Her behind came up and the hem of her nightgown went halfway up her thick thighs.

Immediately, vivid images of the previous night's adventure began to flash across my mind. The dildo. Her thighs. Her jerky movements. I swallowed my saliva.

She found what she was looking for – a stainless jug. My eyes were fixed on her swaying ass as she walked to the sink to rinse the jug. I was positive she was wearing nothing underneath her nightgown.

“Will you drink tea or...” She turned to say but stopped mid sentence when she saw me. Her eyes flinched twice. “Er... Alex?” She said in surprise.

My eyes followed her gaze to my boxers. My dick had gotten ridiculously erect and about a quarter of it was gaping through my absurdly small boxers.

I hung my head in embarrassment and made a weak attempt to cover my penis. “It’s... It's what your body does to me. I can’t help it.”

She grinned. And walked towards me. She took the hand with which I restrained my dick away from my boxers. I was just starting to say, “Mom I...” but she touched my lips with a finger and said ‘Shhh’.

With one gentle move she pulled down my boxer and my dick popped up. She wrapped her right hand around it and began to stroke it. She looked into my eyes as she did. My bare chest heaved as I took in deeper breath.

With her left hand she took my hand and placed it on the place where her nipples pushed against her dress. I rubbed and squeezed them. She licked her lower lips. I inhaled deeply as her hand glided back and forth working on my shaft.

She tiptoed a bit to kiss me. I lift the hem of her gown and cupped the ridge of her wet pussy. I inserted two fingers and began to finger-fuck her. She's moaned into my mouth.

I turned her around and made her lean on the kitchen table with her ass up. I whipped out my dick and began to tease the wall of her cunt with the head of my dick.

I grabbed her tender ass and shove my dick into her weeping pussy. The same fuck-hole from which I came out 26 years ago.

Her large breasts were slamming against the table as her body moved back and forth in response to my thrusts.

I was heaving loudly as I pounded her with deadly strokes. Her moans were loud asf, bordering on screams.

Her pussy was making squishy sound as her juice gushed out like burst pipe.

The nerves in my lower groin tightened. “Fuck!” I groaned aloud. I shot all of my cum inside her pussy. It was a home run.