Neighbour Next Door

Horny Games

My step mom was flushed with embarrassment and there was a look of shame in her eyes as I turned on the lights and she was sitting there, naked and her fingers coated with her bodily fluids. She couldn't keep the eye contact and I took control of her submission. "You are delaying my time, Aisha. Are you ready to confess, you slut! I'm so disappointed in you. You are a disgrace to motherhood. " I fired at the unclad lady. On a normal she would have fired back even hotter but she kept quiet and spoke calmly now. "I'm sorry Emilia. I don't know what came over me. " she said. The current situation was a way opener to feed my curiosity the more. "Who is that guy and how long have you been grinding his crotch?" I asked. She told me he was her ex who she thought she was done with after she got my dad and how they crossed paths again. She tried to resist him but my dad's love for business and work got her hungry and her hormones needed regular attentions. That was how she got back with the ex and kept the hormones down till my dad was back from either his office or one of those numerous business trips. She even confessed of her plans to escape for the weekend . Aisha was a sorry dirty w***e, spilling out all her secrets to her young step daughter. I wasn't shocked much because I already knew more than 70% of her sexiest secrets.

She promised to stop all contacts with her ex just to keep me from letting words out to my dad. We were back on a clear sheet but I still wanted some control around the house so I told her I won't be calling her 'mom' when we were alone as it disgust me to refer to an addict as a mother. She agreed that we could keep it my way until she proved her worthiness of a mother. 

At about 10pm that night, I was up at my surveillance work. For that night, my survey began from Aisha. She was asleep, maybe due to the high climax or because of my threats. I felt a little sorry for pushing her too hard but I moved to the next camera at the gate. Sunny was there, smiling like a real fool he was with a strange woman. I quickly picked the situation; he was either bargaining price with an 'ashawo' or asking for a free session. Sunny was dog. Then in Chief Wale's house, the old lad slept peaceful while his beloved wife, the third and mother of Funke, killed her time watching movies. Funke was nowhere to be found. Curious as to where the b***h may be, I tracked my records backwards to  6pm, the last time I saw her outside. As at 8:25pm, Funke sneaked out of the house when her parents were busy having a heated discussion. The wise b***h joined a rascal looking dude from outside the gate, aided by Sunny. That gave me a hint. It seemed Funke paid Sunny for helping her escape from the house, and her only currency was s*x. What a world! Satisfied that I was on track with Funke's whereabout, I skipped aunty Lucy's flat and tried Alex's. I was unsuccessful once again and this got me bored. I wanted to retire back to bed when a session on my screen caught my attention. It was a footage from Catherine's house. I opened it on full screen and found that her room was empty as usual but her dad's room had two occupants. We never got to see Mr. Paul bring home any girl or woman, so who was warming his bed. From my angle, I could see the bed fully but I could only see Mr. Paul's backview. The catechist was naked, clearly covered in sweet and he was bumping into another person who was apparently on her knees on the bed. I couldn't see the other person but our honorable catechist was enjoying himself.

My doubts became clear as the scene unfolded. The duo had finished their love making and my well respected catechist turned towards the reading table under which I hid my tiny spy gadget. His weapon of war was returning to rest as he faced me. He was mouthing some things to his "lover" as he walked closer to the camera and all I could see was his dangling weapon, right in my face. I had to shift backwards from my screen to reduce the awkwardness of Mr. Paul's shinny flesh looking at me. He stood there for a while doing whatever it was before walking away towards his bathroom. Then I saw her. The mysterious woman, laying naked, watching her lover walk away. It was almost a romantic scene until she sat up on that bed. Then she faced me. "Sister Catherine!" I whispered out of shock and disappointment. I couldn't watch any longer as I shutdown my PC instantly. It was an eyesore.

For so long we have all believed Kattie was without blemish, we pictures her as a role model. Parents in the compound and within the estate always made references to Catherine when talking to their children. If only they knew! If only the occupants of chief Wale's compound had a hint on what was going on in the dark night in Mr. Paul's apartment. If only they were all night spies, then they would have known better that that fine rounded ass of our beloved holy sister was whipped every night by her darling father, our well respected catechist.

I couldn't sleep that night. The scene of Catherine and her dad filled my senses. I couldn't imagine my dad trying such with me. But what made it worse was the fact that I didn't know what led those two into such incestuous act which seemed to be a regular play in that house every night.

It was a long night for me. Maybe it would have been better if this new dug up skeleton had remain buried. 

When dawn finally came, I was very grateful but still in shock. 

"Good morning Aisha" I said to my step mom who was up early in the kitchen. 

"Hey girl! You are up already or did I disturb your sleep? " she inquired. 

"No, not at all" I gave a weak smile to reduce her questions. I had a lot in my head to deal with already. ".. and you don't look too bright this morning baby. Is there something I should know? Friends talk!" Aisha was suddenly winning my heart that morning. She almost got me talking but Catherine was my friend. I needed to confirm things before letting words out, that's if I had to anyway. We went through breakfast and I only stepped out when I was sure Mr Paul must have gone to work and I was so accurate. His Toyota Camry wasn't packed at his regular packing spot. I made my steps towards towards his flat but a sudden call stopped me. "Good morning Uncle Alex. I'm sorry I didn't see you" I said facing the male angel who almost turned my head with his charming smiles. "It is okay little love. Hey, don't just stand there, come over here... " he beckoned with a welcoming smile filled with charms.