My mother introduced me to her boyfriend, Tope, for the first time when I was 19 years old. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school and I was pretty innocent in many ways.
Even though I had started to date by that time and even had tried sex once or twice, I was a pretty naïve teenager.
Mom and I had been alone since my father died when I was 6 and since then, she hadn’t dated much. Actually, I don’t remember her dating at all until Tope came along.
I’m certain that she grieved for my dad for way too long, which explains my extreme happiness when my mom came home from work one day and informed me that she had met a new man.
I remember that day vividly because I was always concerned that my mom would be alone for the rest of her life.
Now, I should explain that my mom wasn’t ugly or a bitch or anything. In fact, she was (and still is) quite beautiful and nice, and many younger men asked out my mom during this time, not realizing that she was already in her mid-30s.
The fact that she frequently exercised in order to maintain her cute body helped attract a fair amount of men.
And her beautiful face, large breasts, flat stomach, and flawless complexion probably worked to her advantage as well (characteristics I am proud to say I inherited, although I am a bit shorter than her at 5’4”). I remember occasionally, some people thought my mom was my older sister, which, of course, always made my mom’s day.
Anyway, my mom had been fixed up with Tope, a (cough) car mechanic, by one of her married friends. I remember thinking what a curious match for her- a mechanic. Since my mom is a lawyer, I always figured someone with more education would be ideal for her.
Anyway, my mom and Tope had already gone out on a few dates and she wanted me to meet him that next Saturday night. Mom seemed quite excited about Tope and I was anxious to meet him. Perhaps our blind optimism contributed to the chaos that followed.
I’m not sure. But I can say that our lives were never the same after Tope entered our lives.
Saturday night finally arrived and it was refreshing to see my Mom all made up for her date. She kept asking me for make-up and clothing advice and for once, I felt like the parent in our relationship. By the time Tope rang the doorbell, I can honestly say that my mom looked hot.
I was sitting in the living room, watching television when I heard my mom open the front door and greet Tope.
“You look fantastic, Amaka!” a loud, masculine voice came from the hallway.
“Thank you,” I heard my mom answer. “Come… I want you to meet my daughter.” I could tell from the way she spoke that she was embarrassed by his compliment.
My mom subsequently led Tope into the living room. A handsome man, Tope stood about 6’2”, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, a brown complexion, and a muscular build. With his thick, dark moustache, he sort of resembled Alex Ekubo, I thought. He looked about 45 years old and was dressed casually, yet stylishly.
“Tope, I would like you to meet my daughter, Nneka,” my mom announced proudly.
Tope smiled and looked directly into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and I accepted it.
“Well, it is quite a pleasure to meet you, Nneka. I feel as if I know you already from what your mom has told me.” Tope shook my hand firmly and seemed to hold it a couple of seconds too long.
“Yeah…It’s nice to meet you, too.” I said timidly. I broke eye contact with Tope after it became a bit uncomfortable. I then looked at my mom and asked,
“So where are you guys going tonight?”
My mom turned to Tope, “Dinner at Ocean Basket, right?”
“Yep, I made reservations for 8 o’clock sharp.”
My mom glanced down at her watch and then back at me, “Ok, then. We better get going. There’s money on the counter to order a chicken later if you want.”
“Thanks, mom,” I answered.
“Ok, we’re going then. I love you, Sweety,” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Love you, too, Mom. Have a good time!”
I looked up at Tope who was still gazing at me. I thought I caught him checking out my boobs, but I managed to blurt out, “It was nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, Nneka. It was very nice to meet you! I’ll see you later,” Tope announced as he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
This startled me somewhat since I had just met the man, however, I just went with the flow and reciprocated. He smelled like a combination of cigarettes and Aventos cologne. To this day, I am repulsed by that cologne.
With that, they both left for their date.
The rest of the evening I thought about Mom and Tope. He seemed nice enough and definitely handsome. I could definitely see why my Mom was attracted to him. However, something about him made me feel uncomfortable.
Tope oozed confidence, almost too much. And was he really checking me out?? I was used to boys checking me out at school but not an adult-like Tope.
By the time I stripped down to my panties and “BTS” T-shirt (my usual sleep attire), I decided that my concerns were unwarranted. After all, I just met him and first impressions are often wrong. I was sure that I was being over-protective of my mother. I eventually fell asleep, content with the possibility that my mom had found a nice guy.
I awoke later that night to a strange noise coming from within the house. Lying there in my bed with my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the noise again.
And then it came. Faintly, at first, but then becoming louder. “Ah… Ahh… Ahhh … Ahhh…. Yesss!” came my mom’s muffled voice, each utterance followed by a creak from her queen-sized bed in the next room.
“Ahhh…Ahhh …Ahhh… Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t know whether to laugh or to be COMPLETELY DISGUSTED. I refused to open my eyes as I realized that my mom was getting laid in the next room!
Pulling the covers over my head, I tried to fall back asleep. But my mom’s groaning continued and, to my amazement, became even louder.
Doesn’t she know I can hear her?
“Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh…. Yesss… Oh, Christ, Tope… Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh!!!”
They kept at it for another 20 minutes before I became thirsty and figured I could make a quick dash for a glass of water before my mom and Tope were finished screwing. I cautiously tip-toed out of bed and down to the kitchen.
After sipping my water, I started to make my way back to my bedroom when I heard my mom’s door creak open. Panicking and not wanting my mom to think that I had heard what was going on, I swiftly ducked into the utility closet in the corridor next to her bedroom.
I barely closed the door before someone came out of the bedroom. My heart was pounding through my chest and I prayed to God that my Mom wouldn’t catch me. How utterly embarrassing that would be!
Through the slits in the door, I could see Tope’s form come out of the bedroom, wrapped in my mom’s bedspread. He slowly made his way into the bathroom across the hall and turned on the light.
I was surprised that I could see directly into the bathroom from my vantage point!
Along with his hair sticking up, I noticed a shiny layer of sweat on his face and upper body. He obviously had been working hard in there. Without closing the door, Tope let the bedspread fall to one side and began peeing. I made an audible gasp as his penis came into my view.
This caused Tope to turn his head suddenly in my direction looking for the source of the noise. I tried not to breathe or move as he peered into the corridor for a couple of seconds before bringing his attention back to the task at hand.
His penis seemed enormous! I was mesmerized and I could not take my eyes off it. The only other penis I had ever seen in the flesh was my boyfriend’s, Peter, and he was way smaller than Tope’s!
I began to feel that “tingling” sensation in my pussy and I felt myself becoming wet as Tope continued peeing. Trying to fight the sensation, I quickly realized it was a lost cause. I could see his dick from the side and even though it was flaccid, it had to have measured at least 4 or 5 inches and I don’t know how thick. His balls were large, too, surrounded by a thick forest of black, curly hair.
It reminded me of biology class earlier that year when we studied sex education. When question time came, the class smartass had asked the biology teacher about the average penis size to the amusement of everyone else.
Trying to maintain order and to keep the discussion relatively serious, the teacher answered that most research suggested that the average penis length was 5-6 inches when erect. Tope’s was obviously a lot bigger than average!
I brought my fingers to my crotch and could feel that I was soaked now. I gave myself a little rub in order to provide some relief. Tope seemed to piss forever, but he finally finished up after giving it a couple of final shakes.
As he bent over to retrieve the bed sheet, his hairy, muscular ass was exposed briefly before he covered up and turned off the bathroom light.
Walking back through the hallway into my mom’s bedroom, I could have sworn that I saw Tope briefly turn toward the closet and smile. But it was dark with all the lights off, and my eyes were re-adjusting, so I could have been mistaken.
I waited five minutes before scurrying back into my bed, making sure to change my panties first. It took another half hour before I was able to fall asleep.
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