MY MOM BEST FRIEND

1. Mom best friend

Episode 1
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“Aaaargh! Tunde you have

killed me ooooo”, Mrs Olu
screamed as she had yet another orgasm. “corpses
don’t moan”, I replied. Then I held her legs apart
and thrust deeper into her slimy cunt with my long
rod. She moaned louder and tried to push my
tummy away. Apparently, my steel hard cock was
touching the end of her pussy. Mrs Olu couldn’t
cope with my full blown cock. Her mature pussy in
all its fatness tried woefully to constrict my
throbbing monster. She produced so much cum juice
that her pussy muscles lost grip of my cock. Mrs
Olu lifted her body and held my neck. She looked
straight into my eyes and screamed again, “I am
cumming again”.
You would think I hated Mrs Olu from the way I
ploughed her pussy after she announced her
cumming. Her pussy began to have contractions as
I fucked her vehemently. Mrs Olu then pulled me
closer until my chest was rubbing against her hard
giant sized nipples. She wrapped her legs around my
waist as we began to kiss. I pressed my cock deep
inside her and stirred her pussy in several circular
motions. Then I was about to cum too so I
intensified my pounding. I became unsteady as my
whole body convulsed. Just then, Mrs Olu told me
she was cumming too. It was as though her voice
activated the sperms inside my turgid cock. She
held me tighter as I jerked and shot my cum deep
into her womb.
“Oh…Tunde!…You’ve grown…..into something
else….Oh my God!…hmmm…We have to…see
everyday…until…I return in…two weeks time”. That
was Mrs Olu panting and talking while trying to
catch her breath. Just then, her phone began to
ring. She checked her phone and smiled at me
before picking up. “That’s your mom. She wasn’t
picking her calls earlier so I sent her a text”, Mrs Olu
said. By the time they were done talking on the
phone, Mrs Olu looked worried. “Tunde, please get
dressed and leave immediately. Your mom could be
here any second. She’s at some place nearby and I
invited her over in the text earlier”, Mrs Olu pleaded.
Mrs Olu just got back from the United States where
she’s been for the past six years. Femi, her one and
only son requested for my phone number via
Facebook earlier and I gave it. I was expecting his
call until I got a random Nigerian number calling my
phone. As soon as I picked up, I heard, “Hello!
Tunde, it’s mummy Femi. How are you and your
mom? I’m in Nigeria now”. Instantly, I recognized
the voice. That Ondo accent could never be erased
even if Mrs Olu lived with aliens for five decades.
“We’re fine ma. Welcome back”, I responded. Then
she asked me to come over to her place asap as
she had some things for me.
Mrs Olu was my mom’s best friend. Their friendship
dated back to their teenage days together in the
village. They attended the same schools; primary,
secondary and university. Then, work separated
them after school. Mrs Olu worked in a bank while
mom was with the ministry of agriculture. Of a fact,
my mom met my father through Mrs Olu. My father
happened to be a close friend to Mrs Olu’s late elder
brother. That said, you know the connection
between Mrs Olu and my mom was decades old
already. However, I put a strain to that relationship
one Sunday morning. Mom returned from church
unexpectedly to catch her best friend riding my
young cock.
Mom had left for church only about forty-five
minutes earlier. Usually, service begins by 8am and
ends by 12pm. Mom left home and I was supposed
to join her there as I woke up late. Mrs Olu had
come visiting as usual. She had been mom’s
shoulder to lean on since we lost my dad months
back. Always so supportive as a best friend should
be. However, she wasn’t feeling too good according
to her. Mom and I were supposed to leave her at
home and go to church. As soon as mom left, Mrs
Olu came into my bedroom without knocking. I came
out of the shower to meet her sitting in my bed. She
was all smiles as I walked in with my schlong
dangling between my legs.
It wasn’t going to be our first or even tenth time
together in such an awkward scene. Before long, all
her clothes were off. My young cock was busy
giving her one orgasm after the other. After a while,
Mrs Olu asked me to lay on my back and she took
charge. It was my favorite position with her as it
enables me savour her beauty and big nipples the
most. Her thick and mature pussy wasn’t the
tightest but it could make any man cum in a matter
minutes. Mrs Olu closed her eyes and was about to
have another orgasm on top of me when my room
door flung open. It was my mom.
To be continued…

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'Good evening', I greeted putting up a smile.
'Good evening', she replied back. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition jump into her eyes. But I wasn't too sure about it. 'who are you looking for? She quickly asked.
'I am Vincent Usman', I said, giving her my best smile. 'I learnt we have got a wild girl in this room and her name is Helen, so I have come to see her myself'.
She moved away from the doorway and I entered without her inviting me.
'It's nice knowing you, she said and laughed. 'I am Helen'. She said as if she were the Students' Union President.
I took my seat, not waiting for her to offer me one. I intentionally let my eyes rove over her for a long time to give her the impression that she was admired.
'Now that you know who Helen is, you better watch it and tell yours friends to keep off'. We both laughed to that. I told her that I was not one of the Campus wolves but that when I heard about the tigress, I became very anxious to meet her. She relaxed and we chatted freely. Helen was quite tall for a girl. She had very shapely and lovely legs. Her chocolate-coloured complexion complimented her overall beauty.
I never had a girlfriend or lover and I wasn't interested in having one. But after seeing the beauty in Helen, I was moved. I enjoyed her company so much I did not notice that time was flying. I found myself asking her out before I could check myself.
Surprisingly for me she agreed to allow me take her out.
We agreed to meet at the Aristotle Park, a very beautiful and large Park right in the middle of the school, on Sunday by five in the evening.
I left her room feeling so excited, and when I returned back to my hostel, my roommate Chris was worried. He had been searching for me everywhere as he knew me as someone who doesn't keep late nights. I told him I went to visit Helen and he asked me how it went.
'No problems', I replied.
'Or do you think she was going to slap me like he did to you'? I asked?.
Chris kept on looking at me without uttering a word. I never wanted to make him feel humiliated, so I decided to advice him to be very careful and to stop jumping from one girl to another. I didn't tell him I had already asked Helen out. I kept that to myself.
We both stopped talking for a while and decided to face our study. But I couldn't study or sleep. I kept on thinking about Helen and I started having this feeling I couldn't explain.
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When I got to my final year, I decided I would not take part in that year's October rush so as not to create extra burdens for myself. I would need all the time at my disposal. I was bent on making a very good result. So that October, while every student was busy trying to get him or herself a new partner, I concentrated on reading my books. My friends tried to make me join them in their hunt but I waved them away. I read into the early hours of the morning before going to the hostel to sleep. On my way I saw couples glued together, whispering endearments to one another. Endearments I knew would not last. When I got back to my room one night, I met my room mate pacing round the room as if he was demented.
'What's biting you boy?' I asked, as I dropped my books on the table.
Still pacing and fuming, I asked him again. 'Chris what is wrong with you?' he went on to tell me how a girl he approached for friendship slapped him. I laughed uncontrollably. After a while, I asked him again. 'Chris what did you say happened to you?' This time he just looked at me angrily without uttering a word. A new girl for that matter! I could not help laughing again. I felt very impressed that a fresh girl had the guts to slap an old boy. I asked him the girl's name and room number out of curiosity. He told me her name was Helen and she was in C45 of Miami hostel. I told him to cool down and take the incident as insignificant. Eventually we both went to sleep. During the days that followed I completely forgot about the girl as I immersed myself into my study and tried to ignore the ubiquitous tempting beautiful girls.
Then one Saturday evening with nothing to do, I suddenly remembered Helen again. I impulsively decided to pay her a visit and see the Tigress myself. And so I headed for Miami hostel. With my heart hammering with excitement, and panting from jogging up the stairs, I knocked on the door of room C45. A stunning girl of about twenty opened the door. From the no-nonsense look on her face, I knew instinctively she must be Helen, the fierce one.
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I knew I had to help her. Running was not going to help her. If she was to have any peace of mind she must pay for her sins. I had conflicting lines of thought for a long time while she just waited for me to say something. Finally, I said, 'you need help'. And I am going to give you what help I think is best for you. What's your name to start with?
'Lisa Audu', she replied.
I am Vincent Usman. I am a second year Economics student of the University of Jos. I want you to know that we have to be punished for any sin we commit. Do not be scared about that. To run away from the punishment of your sins will be like trying to run away from yourself. And you know that's impossible. How will you fancy it if you succeed in getting away now, then in the future, when you are at the peak of success you are found out and made to pay for sins? That's when your life will really come to a standstill. You can still make something out of your life Lisa, take my advice and give yourself up. They are not going to kill you for what you have done. Plead guilty and pray for leniency. I am sure you should be able to get away with a light sentence, try and Plead very strongly. When you come out you will be able to start life afresh without the fear of being caught at the back of your mind. I am sure you will pick your root and make something of yourself.
'Are you sure that's the best way for me?'
It's the only way. Remember that hard times don't last. Before you know it, it will be a thing of the past.'
Thank you, Vincent. I will do as you have advised. And I pray some day we should be able to meet again in pleasant conditions. Thank you once again for taking care of me and listening to my tales.
'I am glad to be of help. I wish you the best and pray God will give you the strength to bear the ordeal that lay ahead of you. Maybe this will be of help to you'. I said, fishing out the loose change in my pockets. I pressed the money into her hand and smiled weakly.
'I can't thank you enough; Lisa stammered.
'Oh, please don't try to'.
We exchanged goodbyes and I watched her stumble away. It was like watching her walk to her doom, but I tried to console myself, it won't be that bad. Deep in my heart I prayed that she should not change her mind at the last moment.
When I got home that night, I told my father about the girl and asked him if I had done the right thing. He assured me I did the right thing and I felt very happy.
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The rest of the holiday passed uneventfully. It was a little boring but I wouldn't say I didn't enjoy myself. All the same, I was glad to go back to school when the holidays came to an end. That second semester, academic work was light as we had done the bulk of our work the previous semester. School was fun! We had variety of shows like Mr and Miss Campus, Jazz nights, Reggae night, Couples' night and a host of other shows. In between studies we had enough time for fun. The days passed too quickly. It was only when the examinations started that the days began to crawl, and we started praying that the semester should get over quickly. Students started falling sick as the examination fever gripped them. We always felt that not all the good times in school made the period worth going through. But as soon as we finished our examinations, we all wish the semester would start all over.
'October rush' was a term used when old boys and girls laid trap for unwary fresh students. It was a period when both boys and girls added more to their number of lovers. Those who did not have partners had the opportunity to get one. Academic work was always at it's ebb during the period of "October Rush" It was so in order to give the new students time to orientate themselves. And Vincent wasn't part of all these activities. He never had a girlfriend or lover, so he focused on his studies without much thinking.
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She began;
Four months ago I was in my first year in the University of Ibadan reading Pharmacy.
That came as a mild surprise to me (Vincent).
'I am from a very poor family', she went on. 'When I was in the secondary school I had to do some odd jobs to assist my parents in paying my school fees. I did not mind that because my parents showered me with all their love. When I finished my secondary school education, my friend introduced me to a young and very rich Alhaji. The Alhaji, saw the state of my poverty and decided to employ me as his cook and cleaner because I couldn't get no other job. The pay was very generous and I felt I could make some savings to go back to school after working for him for two years or so. After working for the Alhaji for two weeks, I decided to make him desire and fall for me so that I could squeeze money out of him in a greedy way. I guess that was when I began to inch towards my destruction. I am a very intelligent girl and also very beautiful, my beauty is my greatest asset. So I tried to use it as an advantage to seduce the Alhaji but soon found out he was not that type.
'Then one day, when I was cleaning his bedroom I stumbled on his cheque book. I picked it up and stared at it for a long time. I was conversant with the Alhaji's signature and knew it was easy to scrawl. I was about putting the cheque book back when an idea occurred to me. If I could forge the Alhaji's signature I could make a withdrawal, my mind told me. My mind swayed precariously between returning the cheque book and tearing off some to make withdrawals. The devil won. I tore off two of the bank cheques and replaced the bunch where I found it. I did not know what I had done then was like taking a walk in a lake of destruction.'
I found a document which has the Alhaji's signature and spent two days practicing his signature. After two days of practise, I was able to sign the signature perfectly. On the third day I wrote a sum of five thousand naira on one of the cheques and dashed to the bank. I cashed the cheque without a hitch. My heart soared with joy as I saw an end to my financial handicap.
After two weeks, I went back to the bank and cashed the second cheque for ten thousand naira. I gave Alhaji notice that I wanted to quit at the end of the month. He pleaded with me to stay on and promised to increase my salary. I refused, reminding him that I wanted to finish my education. Before I left Alhaji's house I tore off four more cheques and signed them.
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I got admission into the University to read Pharmacy. As I had the insurance of the cheques, I had no fear for money at the University. But I decided I mustn't cash the cheques too closely or too heavily to avoid Alhaji getting suspicious. When I got into the University I cashed two more cheques, one for 25 thousand naira and the other for 15 thousand naira. As I was having a good time with my ill-gotten money I began to regret not tearing off more than for cheques. I decided I would cash heavy sums with the remaining two cheques. But I had to give it time. After cashing the last of the cheques, I decided I would invest in some business to ensure I had no cash shortage in future. Unknown to me, the Alhaji had already smelled a rat and had told his bank that he should be contacted whenever anybody came to cash a cheque from his account. She paused and stared at me (Vincent) but I kept staring at the ground.
I continued with my story after a ghost silence.
The money I have gotten from Alhaji's account is gradually decreasing and I needed to do something fast before it finishes completely. So luckily for me as of that time, a friend approached me to help her write two papers she had enrolled for in the G. C. E examination. Since I was pretty much intelligent, that is not a problem for me. It wasn't going to be free anyway. She was going to pay me five thousand naira. Even now, I still cannot see how she managed to persuade me to agree at the first place to write those papers for her. Whether it was agreed to make money in anyway or friendly affection that got me to do it, I don't know. But I was foolish and greedy enough to risk my future for peanuts. She paused for a moment and bleached softly.
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Then one day I went to the bank to make withdrawal of fifty thousand naira. While I was waiting for the money I saw the Alhaji's Santana car pull up outside the bank. My instincts triggered off the danger signal and I left the bank hurriedly but quietly. I didn't succeed with Alhaji's money and my pocket is gradually drying. The next day I went to help my friend write her G. C. E first paper. She had given me a down payment of three thousand naira and promised to pay me the remaining two thousand naira when I finished the second paper.
Unfortunately, I was caught and sent to jail. The judge was lenient on me and he gave me only three months. That was when my life burst in my face like a soap bubble. I came out of jail a week ago and learnt that Alhaji had wisened up to my game and was bent on slamming a charge on me. I knew I couldn't face another jail term so I went on the run. And I will keep running while I can. She suddenly stopped talking and I looked at her face and saw that she was weeping.
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One cold morning, with nothing to do at home, I decided to go for a walk and window-shop.
Am Vincent, 22 years of age and I was reading Economics in the University of Jos and was home on holidays. The holiday was a little boring because I always found myself alone at home when Daddy and Mummy had gone to work, and my junior ones to school. As I wasn't very keen on making friends, I had no one to keep me company. I've learnt long ago that friends bring no good. Only one in a million friends brings good and I wasn't prepared to take the slim chance of finding a good friend. So that morning, I locked up the house and went for a walk.
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Just as I was beginning to enjoy my walk, the sun crept out high in the sky and was soon burning with a fierce intensity. I had not anticipated the sun because I would have preferred to stay in the air-conditioned coolness of our house and play romance with loneliness or better still watch some films. As the walk became uncomfortable, I decided to take a rest under a tree in the town park. I was half-dozing as I basked in the thrill of a blissful daydream when I heard footsteps approaching. They were dragging and sounded tired. I opened my eyes and looked up at the tear-stained face of a girl of about twenty. She looked so painfully thin that I could count her ribs if she took off her clothes. Her eyes had disappeared into their sockets and that gave me a jolt. Her hair was so long and dirty that I thought she had broken away from a mental home. I was on the verge of screaming for help when the girl said, 'Good afternoon'.
Something in her voice restrained me from doing so. Her voice, though dried and dull, sounded polite and educated. The pain on her face stirred a great emotion of pity in me. I felt like comforting her but shuddered inwardly. The stranger before me was too dirty and haggard and I didn't want to dirty myself.
'Good afternoon; I replied.
'Food please; the girl muttered and collapsed without warning.
'I'll be back; I said and jumped to my feet. I dashed off to a nearby store and came back three minutes later with a big loaf of bread, a bottle of soft drink and a bottle of Swan water. I placed them before the girl, who was still sprawling helplessly on the ground. She began to eat and swallowed everything in no time.
'Thank you', she said when she had finished eating.
'I am glad to be of help', I replied. 'Are you in some sort of trouble?' I asked cautiously. My instinct kept telling me that she was no nut from any mental home.
'Because you have shown me much kindness I feel safe to tell you my story; she said and clasped her hands in her laps. I kept quiet and waited for her to continue and she began...
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