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Aunt Tope - Episode 1

 


Aunty Tope 

NOTE: This story is only meant for matured people (18+)


Episode 1


I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure

about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she repeated it. She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead

fast! The itching seemed to be unusually

severe and

discomforting. She tried saying

something but the

meat in her mouth stifled her voice. She

could only

mutter some inaudible meaningless

sounds to which

I paid little attention.

“Get closer ma,” I managed to require,

doing my best

to keep my composure. If someone had

told me a

minute ago, that I would soon be in

such an awkward

position, I would have flatly argued the

possibility!

“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she

growled again.

It was hærd to get a word from her but

I seemed to

understand her to mean I should hurry.

So I began

dipping my hand into her denim

trousers.

As I did, the same scary question that

had being in

my head all along popped up one more

time “what if

mom comes into the kitchen?”. That

was a big

question I wasn’t sure what answer it

could get. Mum

should be tremendously happy to link

this rather

curious situation of ours to all her long

existing

suspicions. The earlier I went about

this, the better, it

seemed.

Initially, it kept proving too tight to

maneuver but

when I remembered that the hook was

still intact, I

was quick to go for it.

Aunty Tope as we called her was (in

simple

explanation) mum’s closest friend. She

attended the

Teacher’s Training College with mom

back in the days

and both graduated to become basic

school teachers.

Although mom progressed further and

have grown

to become a lecturer in the University.

Tope didn’t

have exactly the same story. She joined

the business

society and soon became far richer

than mum. She

was never married though and thus

always had all

the time in the world to make long

visits to our home.

She usually stayed several weeks before

leaving and

we all grew up knowing her to be some

kind of

inexplicably ‘unrelated’ relative.

Unfortunately, as I got older I began to

notice her a

bit more. And this time, not just as

Aunty Tope but as

a very pretty woman who I was going

to be more

than glad to F**K. She was in her early

forties and

more than 18years older than me but I

never cared! I

always had long-lasting er-ctions

thinking about her!

Many times I had poured my Pour just

at the thought

of holding her br-asts which were

actually the most

beautiful things in her body! Even

though I have

caught her starring at me a lot of times,

I still haven’t

really felt she was interested in going in

with me.

Probably because of the age difference

but I was

dying within me to see her change her

mind. Mum

noticed the crush and had to call me on

a certain

occasion for explanations during which

I starkly

denied ever having any interest.

Needless to say, her

monitoring increased and she rarely

ever allowed the

two of us in the same rooms for too

long. Her

constant reference to Aunty Tope as a

loose woman

was enough to drive home why she

would think

Aunty Tope could F**K me. I wasn’t

seeing the

likelihood myself. At least until this

moment!


To Be Continued…


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