My Lord…Look at the size of that thing!
I didn’t have the best view through the mirror, and maybe it was an optical illusion but his engorged member appeared massive. I quietly shut the door and covered my mouth to keep from laughing.
My Son’s best friend is masturbating in my bathroom! Haha, this is hilarious.
After my initial reaction, I wondered if I should be offended. Is it rude to masturbate as a guest in someone else’s home? But I quickly dismissed that thought. I would perhaps be offended if it was some random kid. But it’s Ikenna, I know him well. He’s almost like my own son. It’s like catching Kola masturbating.
I wonder if Kola masturbates?
If he did, I would like to know about it. Maybe I should tell Ikenna’s mother? No, that would only embarrass him. He’s a teenage boy; I suppose this is what teenage boys do.
I should give him his privacy. Wait…what did he say? Did he just say my name? Did he hear me?
I froze, fearing he had heard me. Oh no, this is going to be weird. But then I continued to hear his grunting.
“Ahhh…Ahhh yes….Ahhh Mrs. Tolani…”
What did he just say?! He did say my name.
“Ooohh….Ohhh yes Mrs. Tolani…Oh yes…”
Oh my God… is he masturbating to me?
I suddenly had a weird feeling in my stomach. This boy was like my son, and he was in there beating his dick with images of me in his head. It felt sort of…wrong. But I couldn’t tear myself away from the door.
I thought about opening the door again to get another look but didn’t want to risk it. I put my ear to the door again to better hear his soft moaning. I pictured him stroking his hard cock and felt my nipples hardening again.
I closed my eyes and pretended I was in the bathroom with him… watching him pleasure himself to me.
What is wrong with you? I thought.
Just then I heard the toilet flush. He had finished. I quickly scattered across the carpet and leapt quietly up the stairs before he opened the bathroom door. I had delivered the drinks and was lounging on my chair by the time Ikenna came back outside.
“You okay Ikenna?” I asked him.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine thanks.” He said, avoiding eye contact. He quickly dove into the pool and joined in on the water fight.
Had that really just happened?
Every time I shut my eyes I saw the image through the bathroom door, reflected off the mirror. Ikenna with his swollen member in his hand.
Get out of my head!
Finally, I just kept my eyes open and watched the boys swim. But I found that my gaze kept going to Ikenna. His muscles tight as he glided through the water. Beads of water sliding down his smooth skin.
That’s it. I’m out of here.
“I’m getting kind of hot. Have fun out here boys.” I said to them as I headed inside to take a cold shower.
Ikenna:
I had just finished drying off from the shower when my phone rang. It was Kola.
“You miss me already?”
“Very funny.” His voice said on the other end. “My Mother told me to call and ask if you wanted to come back over for dinner.”
I had just gotten back from his house, and we had played some football and lifted weights.
“Dude, you know I would love to. But the only reason my Mom let me come over at all today is because I went to all of church with her. She usually likes to have us all around the house for the Sunday.”
“She’s making egugu soup and turkey…with fufu for swallow brah.” Kola’s voice said.
“Damn…I’ll ask. But I doubt she’ll let me”
I got dressed and headed upstairs to the kitchen. My Dad was sitting at the table with my little sisters. My Mom was pulling a pot from the kitchen counter.
“Hey Mom, can I…”
“No.” She interrupted.
“I didn’t even ask yet.”
“I don’t care what you were going to ask. You’re having dinner here with the family.”
I pulled out my phone and sent a short text to Kola…’Mom said No’. Then I sat down at the table.
A few minutes later my Mom had the table set and we were about to offer prayer when we were interrupted by the home phone ringing.
“Hello.” My Mother answered. The rest of us sat silent at the table.
“Oh yeah, how are you?”
“Okay…okay…I don’t know.” She continued. “Well, if you insist… goodbye.” And she hung up.
“Who was that?” My Dad asked.
“Mrs. Tolani.” She answered, and she looked annoyed. “She begged to have you over for dinner Ikenna. Hurry up, she said the food is hot.”
“Seriously?” I asked in shock.
“Hurry before I change my mind.” She said.
“Does that mean I can go to my friends?” My little sister asked.
“No. Everyone else is staying here.”
I jumped from my chair and was out the door before anyone had the chance to say anything else. Within a few minutes, I had run up the street and was standing at the Tolani’s front door. I knocked. I didn’t have to wait long before it opened.
Damn. I thought.
Greeting me on the other side, with a huge smile on her face, was Mrs. Tolani.
“Ikenna, I’m so glad you could make it.” She exclaimed.
Her hair was in curls around her shoulders. She was wearing her black glasses, which somehow made her look even sexier than usual. Her plump lips were covered in pink lipstick. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt.
It was tight and low cut, revealing deep cleavage caused by her massive breasts. I couldn’t help it, my eyes went straight there. With some force, I brought my eyes back up to hers. She hadn’t seemed to notice, she was still smiling at me.
“Thank you so much for inviting me,” I said. “Don’t tell my Mom this, but I prefer your cooking over hers.”
“Ha, oh my goodness. You’re too kind.” She laughed. She put her hand on my arm and led me inside. “Come in.”
She turned and I followed her. With her back to me, I allowed my eyes to wander down her figure. She wore a tight skirt that went to her knees and outlined her hourglass shape. Her full ass swayed back and forth as she walked.
Classy black stilettos adorned her feet. They click-clacked as we entered the large dining room.
“Finally, now we can eat.” Kola said. He and his father were sitting at the table.
I took my place next to Kola and he began to dip his fufu into a bowl of melon soup. Mrs. Tolani dished some turkey meat onto her son’s plate and then onto her husband’s.
“Would you like it?” She asked me.
“Oh, yes please.”
She made her way around the table to me. She bent over the table to scoop some onto my plate. In doing so, her ripe breasts hung heavily directly in front of my face.
Don’t look Ikenna. Don’t look. Don’t look.
I couldn’t stop myself. I had the perfect view right down Mrs. Tolani’s shirt. I could see the entire top half of her perfect boobs. I also saw the black lace bra holding them in place.
“Is that good Ikenna?”
“Huh?” I said, coming out of my trance and looking into her eyes through her rectangular lenses.
Ah damn, there’s no way she didn’t catch me looking at her chest.
“Is that enough for you?”
“Oh, yes. That’s plenty. Thank you.” I said.
Mrs. Tolani took her place at the table. Her heavy breasts bounced a little as she sat and slid her chair forward.
“Is that a new blouse dear?” Mr. Ahmed asked.
“Newish… don’t you like it?”
“Well, don’t you think it’s a little a…”
“I just wanted to dress up a little since we’re having a fancy dinner.”
“I think you look nice Mom.” Kola offered.
“Thank you, son. Ikenna, you think I look nice, don’t you?”
“Oh, uh yes. You look very nice.” I answered. Mrs. Tolani gave her husband a look and he simply rolled his eyes.
“So, Ikenna. Are you looking forward to graduating?” Mr. Bello asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time coming.” I answered. “Kola and I are writing JAMB UTME to the same university so we can stay together.”
“Is that so?”
The rest of the meal consisted of Kola’s dad asking us about which university we wanted to go to and what we planned on studying. He told us to take business classes. Mrs. Tolani recommended we study what interests us.
Mr. Ahmed did not hide his opinion that studying your interests was a dumb idea. Unless your interests were business. It occurred to me over the course of the meal that Kola’s parents had different opinions on a lot of things.
Throughout the course of the meal, I kept stealing glances at Mrs. Tolani’s overflowing boobs. I thought she maybe caught me once or twice but she never mentioned anything so she must not have noticed.
“Ready for dessert?” Mrs. Tolani asked once we all started slowing down. She left briefly and returned with a plate full of chocolate cake.
Kola and Mr. Ahmed quickly began shoving their mouths full of the delicious treats but I went slowly and watched Mrs. Tolani out of the corner of my eye.
She pressed a rather large chocolate ball against her pursed lips. Instead of taking a bite, she gently pushed the fruit into her mouth, her lips softly rolling over it. I couldn’t help but think how the piece of fruit was shaped kind of like the head of a penis.
I felt my own penis stir inside my pants.
She let the fruit slide back out of her mouth and then she slowly slid it back in. At the same time her tongue began licking at the melting chocolate.
Does she always eat like that?
Mrs. Tolani looked in my direction and we made eye contact while she pushed the ball back into her mouth. Finally, she took a bite. Not able to hold eye contact any longer I looked to see if Kola and Mr. Ahmed had noticed the unconventional way Mrs. Tolani had just devoured her treat. They hadn’t. And they were already getting up from their chairs.
“Come on Ikenna, the football match has started.” Kola said.
“So, I suppose I’ll just clean up all by myself?” Mrs. Tolani said, but the two of them were already making their way to the living room.
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