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MY SECRET ADVENTURE WITH AUNTY TOPE
Episode 1
I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure
about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she
repeated it.
She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead fast!
The itching seemed to be unusually severe and
discomforting. She tried saying something but the meat in her mouth stifled her voice.
She could only mutter some inaudible meaningless sounds to which I paid little attention.
“Get closer ma,” I managed to say, doing my best to keep my composure.
If someone had told me a minute ago, that I would soon be in such an awkward position, I would have flatly argued the possibility!
“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she
groa--ned again.
It was ha--rd to get a word from her but I seemed to understand her to mean I should hurry.
So I began dip--ping my hand into her denim
trousers.
As I did, the same scary question that
had being in my head all along popped up one more time “what if mom comes into the kitchen?”.
That was a big question I wasn’t sure what answer it could get. Mum should be tremendously happy to link this rather curious situation of ours to all her long existing susp--icions. The earlier I do this, the better for me.
Initially, her trousers kept proving too tight to
maneuver but when I remembered that the hook was still intact, I was quick to go for it.
Aunty Tope as we called her was (in
simple explanation) mum’s closest friend. She
attended the Teacher’s Training College with mom back in the days and both graduated to become basic school teachers.
Although mom progressed further and
have grown to become a lecturer in the University.
Tope didn’t have exactly the same story. She joined the business society and soon became far richer than mum.
She was never married though and thus always had all the time in the world to make long visits to our home.
She usually stayed several weeks before
leaving and we all grew up knowing her to be a member of the family al
MY SECRET ADVENTURE WITH AUNTY TOPE
Episode 1
I asked Aunty Tope again, to be sure
about what I heard her say at first. And yes, she
repeated it.
She meant what I heard. She was even motioning with her protruded meat-filled mouth for me to go ahead fast!
The itching seemed to be unusually severe and
discomforting. She tried saying something but the meat in her mouth stifled her voice.
She could only mutter some inaudible meaningless sounds to which I paid little attention.
“Get closer ma,” I managed to say, doing my best to keep my composure.
If someone had told me a minute ago, that I would soon be in such an awkward position, I would have flatly argued the possibility!
“Uhhmmmm….uhm…uhmmmm” she
groa--ned again.
It was ha--rd to get a word from her but I seemed to understand her to mean I should hurry.
So I began dip--ping my hand into her denim
trousers.
As I did, the same scary question that
had being in my head all along popped up one more time “what if mom comes into the kitchen?”.
That was a big question I wasn’t sure what answer it could get. Mum should be tremendously happy to link this rather curious situation of ours to all her long existing susp--icions. The earlier I do this, the better for me.
Initially, her trousers kept proving too tight to
maneuver but when I remembered that the hook was still intact, I was quick to go for it.
Aunty Tope as we called her was (in
simple explanation) mum’s closest friend. She
attended the Teacher’s Training College with mom back in the days and both graduated to become basic school teachers.
Although mom progressed further and
have grown to become a lecturer in the University.
Tope didn’t have exactly the same story. She joined the business society and soon became far richer than mum.
She was never married though and thus always had all the time in the world to make long visits to our home.
She usually stayed several weeks before
leaving and we all grew up knowing her to be a member of the family al
