My Mother's Boyfriend

Chapter 1 I was only 17. That evening I had m*********d ten times! That was nothing though. I had several p**n clips to watch. Carline was such a darling of a friend. Which other friend do you need other than that who cares for the needs of your s****l urges? I rose up to take a glass of water. I was on a libido marathon you know...Burrrr! My phone oozed. I hesitated to check it out. "Hey love. Prepare pudding for me. Will you?" "Why not Paps!? Where you?" "At the Maasai mall. How many bars of chocolate?" "Carry the entire shelf!" I replied with laughing emojis. He asked before I did! That was my father. Typically the handsomest dad that ever lived. This wasn't just a father. He was a man endowed with a s****l outlook. He had a fair skin tone that was crowned with straight coily hair. He was taller than the all husbands in our estate. His eyes were close seteyes that look not onto your breasts but at the center of them. I would hardly lie any time I spent late with my playful Jeysen. My dad did only jeans and tees. You would clearly see his skin escape into my mother treasures. You will say she is lucky until you meet her! I gulped a cold glass of water iced with cubes. I quickly switched my mind-set back to what mattered five minutes ago, m**********g. "This was the last time I was going to do it today!" I promised myself. I rushed to the couch and inserted my earbuds into the ear drums. I was watching this particular clip for the third time in a row. Reason being...you guessed right, the woman! She was exactly my body type. Her curvy and smoking-hot body was captivating. She was of medium height and the entirety of her femininity totally captures the imagination of both ladies and gentlemen. She was a package I tell you! Three minutes into the video clip and I was tripping. My coochie was now jelly wet. I was sensuous. The difference between me and her was the second party, and the fact that she was all naked for her devourer. I licked my middle and ring fingers. I used the middle finger more than the ring one just so the priest doesn't notice it on my wedding day! He was munching her like our local 'Nyama Choma'. He romped her beastly and a faster thrust, faster than the clock strokes. She moaned like a man! Her rough voice tore my womb, shredding into a volcano of wetness. "You hitting it so good babby," she confessed! "You love that hot rod?" He demanded "I love it. Please don't stop, I want you to go harder!" She demonstrated. I bit my lower lip hard and lifted my oversize short. My two fingers united this time round, landing on the most nerve-affecting spot. I stroke once and twice, I got lost in my thoughts. Such a world to live in but for a short time. I wasn't getting enough so I stroke harder than you grate a carrot...the door bell rang, twice! I was caught up between two intense calls; unfinished business and a mere door bell. I tried to violently increase my rubbing but the door bell grew intense. "f**k!" I cursed no one in particular as I tried to reset my mood into that of an obedient daughter. I adjusted mu short and rubbed my two fingers on my hair two achieve two things at the same time; orderly hair and dry fingers. There was only one woman in the entire world who would knock twice at the door, even thrice and go on to count. I turned knob and hopped back onto the couch. Remembering the pudding, I hopped from the couch, pretty behind had vanished from the living room, my mom called out! "Angel! Where do you pretend to go now?" "To prepare pudding." "For your darling dad of course, nowadays he does pudding? Wow, you two seem to get along so well. I am left behind." She surged! "But mom, you are always absent." "Wow. Did he tell you that?" "Nope. I can figure out on my own. I am a big girl now." I left her standing still, her hands akimbo and her mouth wide open like a director of a p**n movie witnessing a hilarious unscripted part being shot. I walked into the kitchen and started to peel the pudding fruits. She followed me in hasty steps breathing heavily, like a mating toad. Her swollen throat scared the inner me, she would pounce on me any time. Two weeks ago she had pounced on me, pulling every bit of the adorable braided hairstyle that my dad had sweetly paid for. I had to undo my pretty hairstyle. This time round I was lucky, I had not made another style. I was ready for the battle? Maybe... “You think marriage is some kind of a romantic escapade like those that you watch on Netflix?" "Mom..." I cut. I stared at her, I wanted to say something, but no. I kept quiet. My lips sealed. Mom wasn't pretty by the way. Did she trap my dad? Sadly, I took after her facially! Only her skin tone would complete me into an unattractive b***h! My dad’s skin tone carried the day! "Just say it! I can read your mind!" "I have nothing to say ma! "Of course you don't! This house smells like a dirty girl’s bathroom." She went round opening windows as she mumbled scary things with a deep heavy voice. "What kind of nose did God give to women!?" I wondered. They can smell clean water from a distance. Brrr! Her phone vibrated on the glass table inducing more panic into the already tense mood. I could see the phone from where I was standing. If she were in the toilet, I would rush to confirm my fears. The house floor trembled at her feet as she walked towards it. I saw her pick the phone, looked towards me and walked into their bedroom. I looked a5way, pretending to be busy with my pudding job. I followed her up in haste as she walked off. I paused to peep into the hallway. I have to acknowledge that her pelvic region was artistically moulded. The swaying of her hips hit differently if you approached her from behind. My father must have met her in this manner...that is, the first time they did. I frantically hopped back and served the pudding onto a silver plate, then stealthily into the fridge. I raised my listening antenna. I was suddenly breathing faster than I do during my p**n escapades. Slowly, I strode into the hallway towards their bedroom door. She was speaking nicely. I had to eavesdrop! It was a necessary evil; lessons for me and losses for dad. “Not now.” She snored. The conversation was familiar. The pattern was predictable. This call fished her out of the house until late hours. She would return livelier. She went ahead with her caller. “...I have to because.......okay, let me guess, press me hard?. You know....you want that? She said faintly. She spoke submissively. Totally. I knew it wasn’t my dad. I was pissed off. I wanted to blast her on her call. I grinned at her ignorance. She thought no one was watching her? I turned to walk away but stopped. I grew cold and tense. There was a figure standing in the doorway, looking directly at me! “What are you listening to?” His voice roared.