GETTING CAUGHT IS A BITCH
For every ten times Mrs Olu and I had sex, mom would almost catch us at least seven times. I don’t know if it’s her instincts or mere coincidence. Mom almost bumped into us fucking on several occasions. Even on a Sunday morning when the coast was supposed to be clear. I planned to fuck Mrs Olu just once and that shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes max. No thanks to mom’s period which came unexpectedly in church. She had to rush back home in order to take care of herself.
Before mom’s arrival, Mrs Olu persuaded me for a long while. I knew mom was going to ask why I got to church late. Nobody, not even my late father liked being interrogated by my mom. Everyone knows Iya Tunde to be an iron lady. My friends from secondary school days would ask if Margaret Thatcher was home before visiting. Mom would question them until she has known their future ambition and parents’ occupation. Mrs Olu was almost on her knees begging. “Just once and I’ll let you go to church”, she pleaded. She rubbed her body against mine so much that I had an erection. It was useless to resist any further.
Mrs Olu was glad as usual when I gave in. She dominated me and we began to kiss in my bed. Then she led my hand to her panties. It was damp as fuck. I had to bring my hand out and sniff her moistness. “Will you suck my pussy a little?”, Mrs Olu asked as she laid on her back. I took charge and helped her pull her pants off totally. I took off my towel which was hanging around my neck before removing my boxer shots. Mrs Olu smiled at the sight of my cock. I was young but carried a tool that looked a little too big for my age. She spread her legs wide apart and beckoned on me to dive in. I could feel her large clit pulsating the moment my tongue touched it.
“Oh Tunde! Y…y…yesss! Don’t stop…ooooh! I love you my boy”, Mrs Olu moaned as I sucked her pussy and swallowed every juice it cared to produce. It was like the more I licked and sucked, the more the juice Mrs Olu’s pussy produced. I didn’t stop until she tightened her thighs around my head as she climaxed. Mrs Olu almost lost her mind after the orgasm. She sprang up and pulled me closer to herself. She spat in her right palm and grabbed my turgid cock with it. After about two strokes, she shoved it into her moist hole. She sighed heavily as I eased myself into her. I could feel the thickness of her pussy meat as my dick brushed past her walls. Mrs Olu began to cream lightly as I slowly fucked her and took her to another level.
Mrs Olu had another orgasm before deciding to switch position. I laid on my back and fondled her breasts as she slammed her fat pussy into my young but agile cock. Everything seemed to have no meaning at that time. All I wanted to do was bleep her until I cum. Then I can race my way to the church before mom noticed my absence. Mrs Olu closed her eyes as she enjoyed the impact of my throbbing hardness deep inside her pussy. That was when mom swung the door open. She must have been by the door for a while because she opened stealthily. I only noticed because I was on my back and facing the door.
The drama that followed was best imagined. Mom almost fought Mrs Olu inside my room. As for me, I was too experienced to wait anywhere near. Mom could throw the TV or whatever she finds first at me. I could hear Mrs Olu begging mom to keep everything on the low. She obviously didn’t want the embarrassment that’ll come with neighbors finding out what just happened. Mom began to cry. “Why? This boy is younger than your son. Are you so shameless or you have other plans?”, mom asked. Suddeny, mom changed the story. Mom began to tow the spiritual lane and I blame it on too much yoruba movies watching. Mrs Olu began to cry when mom warned her not to use my sperm for rituals.
As they argued in my room, I knew I was done for. I walked out of the house quietly and took to the street. I had nowhere to go in particular so I just walked around aimlessly. Several thoughts occupied my mind as I wandered about. “If only Mrs Olu had listened to me, this wouldn’t have happened”, I said to myself. It was way safer for us to fuck at night. Mom is usually too tired then but Mrs Olu wants to have me whenever she sets eyes on me.
As I walked away from home, I remembered the first time Mrs Olu and I had sex.
To be continued…