I am Jide, 29 years old, and was raised by a single dad because we lost my mom when I was four. My dad took it upon himself to single-handedly take care of me without bringing in another woman until I was in the university. I went for my Masters in Chicago after that. While in Chicago, my dad sent word that he would now like to try love again as he needed companionship more than ever. I happily agreed to it and started making arrangements to come home to Lagos to be there for him.
I met the bride-to-be who my dad had been dating before he told me, obviously, and I was awestruck because she happened to be the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on. Fair-complexioned and easy on the eyes in every way, Instagram-standard body if you will; 30 years old but looks 25; my dad is 65. I found myself lusting after Tolu every time, and I worked hard every time I found myself around her to keep all of my desires in check. She is super nice and that made it harder for me, so I limited direct contact unless it was necessary.
Unfortunately, I found myself in that “absolutely necessary” situation a week to my father’s wedding when she needed to travel to Lagos to get the rest of her wedding stuff since we got the most important one from Dubai. She was supposed to go with her husband-to-be, but dad had to be at an important meeting and instructed me to go with her, after all, I am her “step-son” to be.
Tough call, but I chose to be a good son. I never saw my father as happy as he currently is so I was fine with everything. We got into the car and started out on our way to Lagos. That was the first time we would be alone together and from the awkward silence, I could tell that the same thing was going on in our minds. Her sweet scent filled the car and I could almost see her boobs in her tight open chest top. I was sweating in the car that was fully air-conditioned from trying all my best to stay in control. “Stop the car!” I thought I heard it from afar until she said it again so I swerved to a stop.
“Are you alright ma’am?” “Please stop calling me ma’am, I am but a year older than you.” “Well, age apart, you are going to be my father’s wife in a week so automatically that makes you my stepmother.” “But before then?” She leaned closer as she asked that question and I felt her hand on my trouser, rubbing the lines of my already bulging dick. My heart started beating very fast and my breathing became very rapid as I felt myself losing control. “We shouldn’t be doing this ma’am…” “Exactly. which is why we both want it.” She reached for the lever beside my seat and pulled it backwards… “And, my name is Tolu” came the whisper as her lips crashed into mine and those were the sweetest, softest lips I have kissed so far.
She quickly climbed atop of me, released my dick from its elastic cage and quickly enveloped me in her sweet, wet and warm coochie. As she gently rode me, she confessed between gasps how she had craved that moment since she set her eyes on me. She explained that she didn’t give me a blowjob because she was afraid that I might change my mind. I threw caution in the air and grabbed her waist as she kept rocking me forth and back, pleasure kept building up, I hated that I enjoyed it so much but I loved how it made me feel.
Soon we were both panting like thirsty horses because the orgasm was intense. We quickly got dressed, got back on our way after we agreed that it was never going to happen again.
We have failed to keep that promise, but I hope we can get a hold of ourselves sometimes soon, because the guilt I feel around my Dad is killing me.
