This story is told from two points of view, alternating between Ikenna and Mrs. Tolani.
Ikenna:
Kola’s chair engulfed me as he turned on his PS5 and loaded Grand Theft Auto. We both were sweaty from playing football on the field earlier so I was happy to relax and watch Kola play his video games.
“Man, I would give anything to bang an older woman,” Kola said as his character entered a virtual strip club.
“Dude, we’re both virgins. Wouldn’t you give anything just to bang any girl? Even if she wasn’t older?” I asked.
“True. But there’s something about an older woman that’s so sexy. She’s mature and would know what she’s doing, yeah know?” He reasoned as his character entered a back room for a lap dance.
“You’re right. I would be fine settling for a girl in our school. But if I had the choice I would pick the Milf every time.” I agreed.
The stripper on the screen pulled off her top to reveal her set of giant virtual boobs. Kola spent hundreds of virtual dollars in these fake strip clubs. He loved it. He even told me once that he would masturbate while watching it sometimes.
For some reason, the surprisingly realistic graphics just didn’t do it for me. I would have much rather just gone to a real strip club and spent real cash to see real breasts. But I was only 19 and Kola was only 18 so we were too young to get into any of the clubs in the city. We had plans to go someday but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. It is probably because Kola was content with his flat screen for the time being.
There was a knock on Kola’s bedroom door.
“I’m coming in.” Said a sweet voice on the other side.
Kola quickly brought up the pause menu to hide the naked virtual stripper before his Mom walked in.
“Oh, hello, Ikenna. I didn’t know you were still here, ” she said. Are you boys hungry? I have fried rice in the pot.”
“Thanks for the offer, Mrs. Tolani. But I promised my Mom I have dinner with the family tonight.” I wished I hadn’t. Mrs. Tolani’s cooking was the bomb. And I had had her fried rice before, it was one of her best dishes.
“Next time then. You know you’re always invited.” Mrs Tolani said as she made her way through her son’s room and placed freshly folded clothes in his dresser drawers.
“Yeah, Thanks,” I replied as I watched her from the corner of my eye.
Her hair was curled and hung several inches below her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red from her lipstick. She wore a long-sleeved blouse. It was conservative and loose but her big boobs still stretched the material. She was wearing tight denim jeans that showed off her heart-shaped ass. On her feet were stylish wedge sandals that I assumed had been expensive.
All the years I had known Kola I only recalled a few times that I ever saw his Mom without her hair done and makeup on. And she always had on a new pair of high-heeled shoes, even if she was just walking around the house. It reminded me nothing of my own mother who only seemed to get dressed up on Sundays for church.
“Are you playing that awful violent video game?” She asked.
“You mean Grand Theft Auto?” Kola asked.
“You know I read the reviews for it online and it sounds nothing like how you explained it to me when you asked for it for your birthday.”
“Mom you’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s not that bad. Everyone has it.”
“I still wish you wouldn’t play it.” She said disapprovingly. “Ikenna, does your mother let you play games like this?”
“She might. I don’t actually have it.” I admitted.
“See! So not EVERYONE has it Kola.” Mrs Tolani argued. “You should be more like Ikenna and get outside more.”
“Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that Mom.” Kola rolled his eyes.
“Maybe we’ll see you next time for dinner Ikenna. Tell your Mom I say hi.”
“Will do,” I said as she exited and closed the door behind her.
When all the squad was together and Kola wasn’t there we sometimes talked about Mrs. Tolani. Her pretty face, her big breasts, or her butt. But we never talked about Kola’s Mom in front of him. I think he knew that we all thought his Mom was super-sexy but it felt disrespectful to say it to his face.
We were all horny boys that talked and thought about sex most of the time, but Mrs Tolani appeared in most of our fantasies much more often than we cared to admit out loud, especially to Kola.
“She’s so annoying sometimes,” Kola said.
“I don’t know, she seems pretty cool to me.” I said, “I mean not only does she do your laundry but she folds it for you too. You guys always have amazing meals and your house is spotless every time I come over.”
“Bro, I try to do my own laundry but she doesn’t let me.”
“Why?” I asked, still thinking about how different Kola’s mum and mine were from one another.
“She says she needs to fill her time somehow and all the cooking and cleaning fulfils her or some stuff like that,” Kola said. “She wants to go back to work, but my Dad doesn’t want her to so she says the home is where she’s forced to find meaning, that and exercise. Her words, not mine.”
“Why would she want to work? You guys obviously don’t need the money?”
“Heck if I know dude, she’s crazy,” Kola said.
I wasn’t living in poverty by any means, but Kola had a much more privileged life than me. His dad was one of Lagos’s biggest real estate investors. His family had four luxury cars and a yacht. Their mansion was huge. It included a football field with a pool in the backyard.
Kola’s father told me once that it was the Man’s job to work hard so his kids could focus on school and the Wife could focus on the home. It seemed to work because Kola never had to stress and his grades were always good. And the only time Mrs Tolani wasn’t cooking or cleaning was when she was spending time in their home gym.
My family on the other hand was much different. Both my parents worked. And If I ever wanted money I had to do odd jobs here and there. I didn’t resent Kola for it like some of our other friends did. I was just glad I got to benefit from his family’s wealth by swimming in their pool. And of course, there was the biggest benefit of being friends with Kola and his sexy Mom. Seeing Mrs. Tolani bending over to cook fried rice, or swimming in the pool meant that I always had plenty of mental images for late-night sessions.
“I better go, I’ll see you later man,” I said.
“Okay cool, I’ll see you this Friday. We’re swimming in the pool. Bassey is coming too.”
“Sounds good. I’m gonna use your bathroom on my way out.”
“Just remember the lock is broken.” Kola warned.
And then I made my way through the spacious home to the front door. I was hoping to get one more look at Mrs. Tolani but I was disappointed when I didn’t see her. She must have been in the laundry room or something.
Mrs. Tolani:
I held my hair up, and then let it fall down trying to decide how to wear it. Eventually, I tied it in a ponytail since I didn’t feel like putting too much effort into it this morning. Part of me regretted that I had braided my hair. It had been so long in university. But then all my girlfriends had gotten married and one by one we all got a ‘mom’ hairdo. I had to admit, it was much easier to care of shorter hair. But it made me feel old.
Maybe I should take my husband’s debit card and get extensions this weekend, I thought to myself.
I felt somewhat bold so I picked out a two-piece swimsuit from my collection and went to the mirror. I pulled my nightgown off and carefully folded it. Then I unclasped my bra and slid my panties off before placing them carefully into my underwear drawer. Now naked, I examined myself in the tall mirror.
I smiled at how thin I had managed to stay. My girlfriends often commented how they wished their bodies had held up as well as mine had after kids. I often told them that they looked better than I did but I was just being nice. I was surprised at how many of my friends had let themselves go. I put in a lot of hours in our home gym to keep fit. Health has always been important to me.
I cupped my breasts and held them up to where they used to be. I let them go and they fell heavily back down. I felt my breasts had always been my best physical attribute. That’s why my husband, Ahmed and I were so disappointed when after breastfeeding they resembled old cow utters.
Ahmed insisted I get implants but I told him my chest was already too big at 34D so we settled in the middle and I got a lift. It certainly helped. They still sagged somewhat but they held their round shape nicely and I felt they looked good for a woman my age, especially after having a kid. Yet I think Ahmed still expected my nipples to point to the ceiling even without any support.
My hands slid down my waist which had expanded slightly since we had first been married. I could still fit into my wedding dress, although it was snug. My fingers traced the faint scar across the bottom of my stomach. Ahmed had suggested I get a C-section with Kola, claiming it would be easier on my body. Part of me wished I had just had a natural birth.
After putting on my swimsuit top I turned and examined my backside. I rested my hands on my round ass. It had been cool to have a small but when I was younger but apparently bubble butts were trending now. At least that’s what people are saying on TikTok. I did hundreds of squats to keep it firm and rubbed special ointment on my skin every night to fight stretch marks. But despite my efforts, if you looked closely you could see some thin stretch marks there. Something that Ahmed reminded me of from time to time.
For the most part, I felt good about my body. Although I did have my bad days, like any woman does. Today was a good day though.
I slipped my bottoms on just as Ahmed walked into our bedroom. Even after twenty years of marriage I stood straight and arched my back, pushing my breasts forward, hoping to get a look from him.
But he walked right past me without so much as a glance. Feeling insecure now, I wrapped a thin sheet around myself.
“Can’t you swim for a bit before you go? Your flight doesn’t leave for a while I thought.” I said.
“True. But I’m picking up Sarah on the way.” Ahmed answered.
“What? Why? Since when do you take the receptionist with you on business trips?” I asked.
“She’s not my receptionist. She’s my assistant. I couldn’t do it without her.”
“You’re joking, right?” I said. And for some reason, my face was feeling hot.
“There’s no reason to worry Tolani. I promise.” He said. He still had not looked at me, he was busy shoving clothes into a travelling bag.
“Did I say I was worried?” I said defensively.
“No. But your tone did.” And with that, he zipped up his bag, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the bedroom door. “See you in a few days honey.”
“Have a fun trip…” I said as he hurried down the stairs. I heard the car start in the driveway and then peel away
When I walked into the backyard I saw Kola was already cleaning out the pool.
“Kola, do you mind if I relax in the pool while you and your friends swim?” I asked my son. It looked like he was about to protest but then the gate opened and his friend Ikenna walked through it.
Ikenna was one of Kola’s oldest friends. He had always been polite and I never cared if he came over, even though he visited often and stayed late most of the time. I knew his Mom pretty well and we got along. She always asked me where I got my outfits and for tips on working out which made me feel good about myself. Maybe that’s why we got along so well.
Anyway, Ikenna had an athletic build. He had always been a handsome boy and seemed popular so I was glad he chose to hang around with Kola.
“Hey Ikenna, glad you could come,” I said to him.
Ikenna slid off his sandals and pulled his shirt over his head. I watched as he haphazardly applied lotion to his front and then he asked my son to help him with his back.
“No dude. You think I’m gay or something? Think I want to rub lotion on another dude’s back?” My son replied and then he cannonballed into the pool.
“Bring it here, I’ll help you.” I offered.
“Thanks.” He smiled charmingly.
Ikenna was one of Kola’s taller friends. I was still an inch or two taller than him at just under six feet, but he would probably pass me in the next couple of years.
After squeezing some lotion into my hands, I rubbed it into his shoulders and then spread it evenly across his broad muscular back.
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