Zainab and I had been classmates in secondary school and our relationship with each other had merely been the expected camaraderie between students who faced the challenges of formal education together. Besides, I was used to getting attention from fellow students and teachers alike because of my academic genius, and my footballing prowess that had brought glory to the school team time and time again in various competitions. I was a rare type of jock; a smart one, and making friends had been the easiest thing. Zainab and I ended up going to the same university to study Architecture. She had gotten prettier over time, and very busty. I had developed nicely too, and spending that much time together inevitably led us to crave each other sexually. One night she had slept over at my place as she would occasionally do during exam periods when she wanted us to be study buddies, and it had ended in mind-blowing sex. We weren’t two passionate lovers engaged in tender consummation. It was just wild animal sex and we fucked like rabbits until we were sated with savage pleasures as old as time itself. We continued our intimate relationship over the years, despite the string of boyfriends and girlfriends that made cameos in our lives. At the end of the first semester during our final year, we were travelling back home together when our bus developed a major fault. By the time the driver got it fixed, a considerable amount of time had passed and we got into Lagos very late. Most of the other passengers opted to sleep in the park as it was too late for any further movement, but Zainab’s mother had been waiting at the terminal knowing we would be arriving late. To spare me the discomfort of sleeping in the park, they asked me to follow them home and leave the next morning, and I thankfully obliged. Zainab’s mom Aaliyah was a beautiful Senegalese woman who was still young and smelled indescribably nice. Zainab’s father had seen her on one of his numerous business trips and had wasted no time getting to know her. The rest, they say, is history. Now he was away on another business trip and Aaliyah had come earlier that evening to pick up her daughter, but now it was already dark and Aaliyah had a phobia for driving at night so I offered to drive instead and 30 minutes later, we pulled into Zainab’s house. I was offered the guest room and I hit the showers immediately. When I came out to the living room, food was already served and we recounted the details of our trip to Aaliyah as we ate. Afterwards she pointed me to the fridge just in case I got thirsty in the middle of the night, and when we had all said our goodnights, we proceeded upstairs to our respective bedrooms. Seeing Zainab fresh from the showers in her short silk nightgown had stirred me up, so before she entered her room I pulled her to the side when I was sure her mother had locked her door behind her. My pressing body made my intentions clear but she wasn’t having it. She was tired and wanted to go right to bed. She wasn’t willing to risk getting caught by her mom either and thought I was crazy for even suggesting it. So when we had snuck in a short kiss, she left me to my troubles, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
I couldn’t go to bed right away so I began to watch a movie on my phone. One hour into the movie, I heard the unmistakable clicking of a door latch over the dim volume of my earbuds. I sat up, fairly positive it was Zainab. She probably couldn’t sleep either and had reconsidered my offer with me so close. Things were about to get good. Disappointingly, the footsteps went all the way down the stairs rather than towards my door. I was distraught but on second thought I sprang out of bed. She was probably getting some water and I could still convince her to do it quietly in the kitchen if I tried hard enough. Surely I wasn’t the only one feeling this horny tonight. Wearing nothing but my briefs, I eased the door gently open so I wouldn’t wake Zainab’s mom, and tiptoed down the stairs. I wanted to hug Zainab from behind. Pressing my erection against her soft ass and squeezing her boobs would get her in the mood. The sight that greeted my eyes as I looked through the kitchen door was the last thing I expected. Aaliyah was in a short shirt and as she bent over the open deep freezer, her hairy crotch was exposed. It was too late to bite back the gasp that unconsciously escaped me. She whirled, taken aback by the unexpected company.
“Oh! You scared me. I didn’t know you were up.”
She closed the freezer without taking her eyes off me. I stood rooted to the spot as she regarded me from top to bottom, her eyes stopping at my prominent erection which pointed defiantly in her direction.
“I’m so sorry ma, I thought you were-“
I realised my mistake too late. I had just unwittingly informed her that I was having sex with her daughter, the state of my manhood poetically serving as ‘solid’ proof.
She moved closer to me as she spoke her next words.
“You thought I was Zainab? So this is what both of you do in school?”
She grabbed my dick as she completed her last sentence. It responded immediately, kicking impressively against the pressure of her squeezing grip. My waist bucked forward involuntarily, seeking more of the sexual high being fed to the nerves in my engorged penis. The response I had already begun to offer started with a husky groan.
“No ma, I naturally get hard in the mornings, and I was coming down to get some water but I heard a noise in the kitchen and I thought it was Zainab.”
Aaliyah smiled naughtily.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to defend her. She’s a big girl and she can make her own choices.”
My first reaction to her touch had visibly intoxicated her and she began to tug my shaft to elicit more reactions from me as she looked directly into my face. If she was willing to play, so was I. I pushed her back against the freezer and turned her around. Then with one hand in her hair, I bent her over and spread her legs apart, sparing her nothing but a few clit-teasing rubs in the way of foreplay. I took an admiring look at the beautiful ass of the woman whose daughter was my plaything; Zainab, whom I had fucked to multiple orgasms. Then with a quick, deep stroke, I dug into her. She sighed with satisfaction as I caressed her nipples while thrusting. I led her back to the guest room and we had two rounds of sex before she tiptoed back to her room. Not too long after I slept off, I felt a hand on my crotch. I woke up! It was Zainab. She wanted sex. I was overwhelmed with guilt. Besides, I was tired. I pleaded with her to allow me rest. She wouldn’t listen. She hopped on me and began to suck my dick. Soon, she began to ride me, moaning softly. She rode me until she had an orgasm. But the grief of sleeping with mother and daughter under the same roof still haunts me till today.