Then I could no longer hear the “Click, clack” of Ms Jumoke’s heels. She must have taken them off. Her steps were so lite she was now invisible. But I could still hear the man’s steps. He walked about the kitchen, and then I could trace his steps down the hallway and into Ms Jumoke’s bedroom, directly above us.
His steps became quieter, but I could still hear them; his shoes were now off as well. Then everything went quiet for a few minutes. Until I heard “Creeeek… Eeek…eek”. I looked over at my alarm clock.
12:27
The Creaking noise continued. Over time it got slightly louder and more frequent. It was the squeaking of her bed frame. Ms Jumoke was getting laid right above me. A small fire of jealousy lit deep inside of me. I imagined their naked bodies.
Ms Jumoke on her back, her large beautiful breasts exposed, legs spread, taking this man’s dick inside of her. The squeaking of the bed grew more intense. They were going faster. The fire of jealousy grew larger and burned hotter. My member also grew underneath the sheets, hard with arousal. I heard grunts of pleasure from the man penetrating my girlfriend’s mother.
I strained my neck in an attempt to hear anything come from the sweet lips of Ms Jumoke. A whimper, a moan, but I heard nothing. The man gave one last guttural grunt and then everything went quiet.
12:32
Five minutes. Three hundred seconds of sex with Ms Jumoke had just taken place in the room above me. A few minutes later I heard the man’s steps to the door. It opened and closed. Then a car started in the driveway and pulled away. For hours I lay awake, replaying the scene in my head.
That Saturday, Ms Jumoke and I had our weekly gym session like normal. I did not bring up the late-night sex scene, and she did not mention anything about her recent dating experiences. Everything was routine until two weeks after that.
I entered the room and shrugged my heavy backpack to the floor. I had a lifetime of homework due the next day, but first, my hunger needed satisfaction. I headed upstairs to the kitchen. Turning the corner, I saw Ms Jumoke sitting at the dining room table.
“Oh hey, Ms Jumoke. I didn’t know you were here. I was just grabbing something from the fridge really quick.”
“You’re hungry. Sit and eat some leftovers with me.” She said. I took a plate from the cupboard and heated up some spaghetti. Then I took a seat at the table.
Ms. Jumoke had her hair down. Dark red lipstick covered her ripe lips; golden hoop earrings hung from her lobes. She wore a white blouse, one of her rare articles of clothing with a neckline that dipped low.
Showing off her breasts. I tried to keep my eyes up. She also wore skin-tight jeans. They accentuated her flared hips. On her feet were pink shoes, and her legs were crossed. Her fingernails and toenails were painted red, matching her lips. Bracelets clinked together when she moved her hands.
“Done with school for the day? Where’s Temi?” she asked. Taking a sip of wine, leaving her lipstick on the clear glass.
“She is on campus late today.” I took a bite of lasagna.
“Well, thanks for keeping me company. Especially today. I was dreading eating alone.”
“Why is that?”
“Because today is the one-year anniversary when I officially divorced Temi’s Dad.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Don’t be sorry. It was for the best. I’m sure Temi has told you about him.”
“A little.”
“He was an empty shell. He wasn’t like that when we first married. I blame it on his addiction to prescriptions. He didn’t even have a job for the last several years of our marriage. And he was so emotionally distant it was sad. But you don’t care to hear about all this.”
“No, I do. I’ve never heard this from your perspective. Please go on. That is if you want.”
So she kept talking. And I mostly listened. As we talked longer, we leaned forward toward one another. When I felt I could, I stole glances at her hanging orbs of temptation. For the first time, she dropped the role of ‘motherly’ figure, and I felt as if I was one of her girlfriends that she was venting to, or almost like we were on a date.
“Separating from my husband was the best thing for me. But at the same time, It was hard. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel somewhat lonely from time to time.”
“Ms. Jumoke, you are a beautiful woman. And you are smart, you have supported yourself financially all these years. Honestly, you are like the biggest catch for some lucky guy out there.” She smiled and looked down.
“Ms. Jumoke, what are you doing at home tonight? Didn’t you have a date with that guy you’ve been seeing for a while now?”
“Please, stop calling me that. I think we know each other well enough that you can call me Jumo.”
“I don’t know. That feels kind of weird. How about Jumoke?”
“Fine. Just no more of this Ms. Jumoke stuff. It makes me feel old.” She said, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. “But yes, I did have a date tonight. I called and told him I was sick.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I feel fine. I just didn’t want to see him. In fact, I haven’t seen him since…” her voice trailed off.
“Since you slept with him.” I finished for her. Her eyes widened.
“How did you know?”
“My room is right below yours, remember?” She put her hands on her face in embarrassment. Then I heard a soft sob come from her. I reached up and took her hands away from her face. Mascara was streaking down her face from tears.
“Hey what’s wrong?” I asked.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously not nothing.”
“I cannot believe I’m telling you this. But that was my first time since the divorce. I’ve been trying to be a good Christian woman. But what really is upsetting me is not that I gave in to temptation. It’s just, just, well if you were listening you know for yourself how anticlimactic it was!” I just looked at her, not knowing what to say.
“I know you just see me as Temi’s Mother, but I am a woman just like any other. I have desires, needs. I even got a Brazilian wax for Christ’s sake! I don’t know. Maybe I am being unreasonable.” I knew I should be mentally and physically present for this.
That Jumoke needed this for her emotional health, but at that moment, I could not help but think of shaved pussy underneath those jeans. My eyes, by instinct, went there and I’m sure she could feel me burning a hole in her pants.
“Ms.Jumoke…Jumoke.” I corrected myself, “I do not just see you as Temi’s mother. Like I said before. You are a beautiful woman. In fact, you are damn sexy. Do you not see how the guys drool over you at the gym? But you are more than just a hot body. There are not very many women that could go back to work and support a household like this.
Trust me, you will not be alone forever. And I do not think you are being unreasonable, don’t lower your standards. Because you deserve the best.”
Her watery eyes stared back at mine. Even with mascara streaked down her face, she looked incredibly sexy. I knew that’s what she needed to hear. Every woman wants to be beautiful, but they also need to feel sexually desired from time to time. In the silence, I finally noticed that I was cradling one of her hands in mine.
Her other hand rested on my thigh. Our chairs had somehow become so close that our knees were touching. And the distance between our faces was so small that had she wanted, she could have easily leaned in to kiss me.
I think she realized our closeness, too, because she immediately withdrew her hands and sat straight in her chair. I had gone too far. What was I thinking?! She wiped her eyes and cleared her throat.
“I think you had better go back downstairs.”
“Can I help clear the table?” I offered.
“No, no. I will take care of it. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Ms. Jumoke.” She did not correct me, and I went downstairs.
I laid in bed and listened to her footsteps on the floor. I heard her bedroom door close, and then everything was quiet. Temi arrived home a few minutes later.
“Hey, how was your day?” she asked me.
“Fine. Yours?”
“Same. Just the usual. I’m going to get ready for bed, then will you cuddle me till I fall asleep?”
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