No matter how hard he tried, Jide couldn’t get the image of her out of his head. He knew he was only fooling himself, having tried to purge himself of those thoughts for years now, but to no avail. He knew in his gut, and in his heart, that it wasn’t going to happen—not now, not ever.
Flicking the turn signal to the right, he accelerated around the roundabout until he merged into the traffic moving onto Unity Street, the road taking him to his home, to Ikotun. He was surprised there was this much traffic but, then again, it was a day before Christmas.
Where are all you fools going? Jide thought to himself as he checked his mirror and moved into the next road, his foot pressing down on the accelerator.
He was ahead of schedule, but he still liked to press it a bit on the road, loving the feel of the powerful engine of his Toyota Highlander beneath him. Everybody else was overspeeding, so he didn’t feel too guilty being one of the pack, for now anyway.
Yes, if he did that, he was going to be home that much earlier than he had told his aunt. When he had last spoken with her a few days ago, he told her he would be leaving Port Harcourt first thing in the morning on Christmas Eve.
He had been stuck at his place of work trying to get ahead on his final year project while awaiting an important interview. While most of his classmates in the architecture course had cleared out, Jide had reluctantly stayed behind. He had been trying to set up an interview for a possible interning job for the next semester, and the manager in the architectural firm in the area could only meet with him late in the afternoon of the 23rd.
That kind of fucked up his plans to get home early for Christmas, but what the hell could he do. He wanted that internship badly. People would give their eyes and teeth to get a position with that firm.
He was thrilled when just the day before, the manager’s secretary called and asked if he was able to come first thing in the morning on the 23rd instead of late in the day. It ended up the manager wanted to get away for the Christmas break just as badly. So Jide had hopped on it.
He showed up in his best suit, portfolio under his arm, and flash drive in his pocket. The interview had gone better than he expected, especially after he and the manager found out they were both Arsenal fans. The guy was impressed by Jide’s sketches and design drawings. Jide left the interview feeling optimistic. He knew the manager wouldn’t be able to promise him anything on the spot, but that the wink the man gave him when they shook hands told Jide what he needed to know. He felt like he was walking on air when he left the building.
The timing had worked out great. Rather than face the tiring eight-hour drive the next day, he decided to break it in two. He had a good friend in Benin who could put him up for the night, and then make the final dash home the next morning.
He had called Uche, who was only too anxious to see his friend. Jide packed his things for the break, including what he now called his ‘lucky suit’, the one he had worn for the interview. He knew he would need it. It had become a family tradition to get dressed up and go out for dinner on Christmas Eve, something his aunty loved to do.
So, off he went to Uche’s house in Benin. They spent the night watching football on TV, eating chicken, and drinking beer. Jide stopped at two, not being a big drinker by nature, and wanting to make sure he wasn’t hungover the next day. He was anxious to get home early and surprise his aunty and make the whole day perfect for her.
And that’s who he had been thinking about as he drove —his aunty—his beautiful, sexy aunty, Folake. Yes, he tried to get those lurid thoughts of her out of his head, as he always did, but it was useless to even try. He knew there was no way he could ever look at her without thinking of putting her on her back, her legs in the air and spread wide to each side, the succulent lips of her pussy dripping with her running juices as he fed inch after inch of his rock-hard cock deep into her.
See, he thought to himself, there you go again. His cock was stiffening beneath his jeans, and as if by osmosis, the blood seemed to flow right down his leg to his foot, causing him to speed up even more. He mentally forced himself to slow down. And he didn’t want to show up at home with that under his belt.
As he forced himself to slow down a bit, he reached down to the inside of his trouser leg and adjusted his semi-rigid dick, trying to make things a bit more comfortable down there. When you were blessed with a cock the size of Jide’s, comfort didn’t come easy when you were packing something that would extend to close to ten inches when fully erect, not to mention the pair of egg-sized balls full of sperm dangling between his legs.
He was anxious to get home and hopefully relieve some of the tension he was feeling down in his loins. He had been working feverishly on his schoolwork, with not a lot of playtime, or successful playtime anyway. Jide was a handsome young man, a couple of inches over six feet tall with a body that was muscular from working out regularly. His shock of dark hair, pronounced cheekbones, full sensuous lips, and passionate eyes made many girls’ hearts flutter. And not just girls, women too found him compellingly attractive.
Jide was by no means a virgin, having bedded a number of girls, well, women mostly. The trouble was that monster lying between his legs.
Most girls his own age absolutely shrunk in fear once they actually saw it. Yes, they were always interested at first, but once they had his trousers undone and that rearing cobra sprang up ready for action, well, most of the time all he ended up getting was a handjob, or maybe a blowjob. Most girls had a hard time just spreading their jaws open far enough to fit his large dick into their mouths, let alone know what to do with it once they got it there.
No, that’s why Jide had been much more successful with older women—women two times his age. Most women that age knew how to handle a big cock, or at least they were willing to give it all they had trying. Like his lecturer.
She told him she had just turned 45, twenty years older than him. But he didn’t mind; those big breasts, juicy pussy, and hot sucking lips of hers made for a pleasant weekend while her husband was out of town.
They had hooked up a few more times over the last semester, whenever her husband had to travel, or just when she was so horny that she had to book a hotel room for the day. Jide was thrilled that she was always eager to take as many loads as he could give her, in all three of her hot slippery holes.
Each one of their illicit rendezvous ended up with her limping for a week, with each needy hole dripping with cum.
Jide thought she was much like Mrs. Aisha that way. Aisha was one of his aunty’s best friends who lived just a few doors down the street. She went by ‘Lillian’’, but Jide always thought of her as ‘Mrs. Aisha’, ever since she took his virginity a few years back. He was often over after that, supposedly doing chores, while in reality, Mrs. Aisha would usually be face down on her marital bed while her husband was at work, Jide’s massive cock thrusting deep into her steaming ass hole—her orifice of choice for a good hard fucking.
Those were just two of the many older women who Jide had bedded, burying his long thick pipe deep inside their willing pussy. And with the way his itchy balls felt right now, full and needing to be drained, he was looking forward to seeing Mrs. Aisha at least a few times over the holidays, if not some of the other MILFs he had regularly fucked when he lived at home.
But none of them, not a single one, no matter how pretty, how sexy, how willing—not one of them could hold a candle to his aunty. Jide couldn’t get over how incredibly beautiful she was, and how sexier she seemed to get as she got older.
At 39 years of age, his Aunty Folake was definitely in her prime. She was of medium height, with a curvy hourglass figure that drew any man’s eyes like a magnet. Those wide hips and big round ass were something that dreams were made of, a backside you could picture bouncing on a bed all night long, but it was that spectacular set of large breasts that made most men go gaga.
Jide had been raiding his aunty’s laundry basket for years now, using her soiled panties and bras to fuel his masturbation fantasies. It set his libido on fire every time he laid out one of her sexy bras on his bed and whipped out his dick, his eyes always searching out the tiny little label, the blood flowing right to his penis as he focused on the size: 34F.
Yes, they were that big, and even though his aunty needed substantial underwire support in those garments, she always seemed to find sexy satin and lace ones in a myriad of colors.
Those bras and matching panties were quick to set Jide’s teeth on edge as he pumped his dick while running his fingers over the sexy garments, or holding them pressed to his face, breathing in his aunty’s intoxicating scent.
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