Must Read: The Benson Family (18 )

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: The Benson Family (18 )

?“Jesus!”
Ngozi suddenly turned her face to the door, clutching her iphone which had taken a few mirror flicks, totally surprised to find her mother mouth agape at her bedroom door.

“what is this”, her mother’s eyes widened at the alarming sight before her, she had never seen her daughter this way, nonetheless the child of an active member of the christian women’s organisation! at st Andrews church where they worshipped.

“I said what is this”, she hammered again,
“mommy hello its me”
“and what is all this masquerading going on on your face?”

“mommy its make up oh”
“better find the nearest handkerchief and clean it oh, I hope its not my car you are hoping to enter with that”
Mrs Benson sighed, not knowing how or when ngozi had transformed from the reserved gurl who was so innocent to this brazen damsel worthy of making any man drool.

Staring at her daughter’s protruding butt0ckz in the leggings she swallowed hard, ‘what are young girls turning into?’

Her daughter’s breasts were also very ripe and full, they didn’t need a push up bra to hold them up.

She had stolen a few glances at her daughter sometimes when she was skimpily dressed at home on holidays and breaks, wondering if she had started seeing a man or if she had seen a J0yst!ck…oh no sorry…J0yst!ck…Mrs Benson corrected her thoughts…she had nearly exposed herself, but thank the stars she was only thinking…

Hmmm the nature of her husband’s tasking job meant she only got him to herself about once a month, it had been very tasking….to forget the wetness between her legs whenever she remembered their first nights as husband and wife she shuddered and wished in secret for those shuddering nights all over again, it gave her goose bumps and spine-crawling s£nsat!ons.

Outwardly everybody saw the Mrs philomena Benson who was a very active member of the Christian Women’s Organisation st Andrews anglican church, the mother of three beautiful daughters who more or less had no contact with modern trends…but oh they were fooled…ever since her husband bought her the Nokia Lumia phone, her life changed for good!

She often relied on her daughters to help her navigate the phone at the early stages but she soon learned, and since that fateful day she opened operamini and typed s…e….x….

“mommy!” Mrs Benson snapped out of her head, staring her daughter straight in the eyes,
“you have been standing there staring at me? Anything?”

“oh no I was just thinking” her mom replied, pinching herself for thinking such in the presence of her daughter.

It was barely 8am , she was burdened with the task of taking her daughter to ifesinachi park in ojuelegba and this Lagos traffic on this Wednesday morning wasn’t going to be fun… Her husband had left home as usual by 6am to be there in time for his numerous tasks for the day… ”oh yeaa pound me daddy”… her husband was ontop of her stroking her pvssy with his big black J0yst!ck…oh no…. sorry oooaaahhh…she was whimpering and crying in ecstacy, it was not an easy task to keep her legs widely spread for his savage thrusts, n ohhh he knew how to fu…. “mommy!, open the door na”,
Mrs Benson snapped out again, ’ unbelievable’ between her legs she could feel her moistening motherly cvnt slowly gathering up juices, wetting her pant. ‘what has gotten me soo wet this quickly, ooaahhh this gurl should do and leave please leme…’

“mommy!” Ngozi snapped again, “oh sorry I cant figure out which key is which” as Mrs Benson fumbled with the bunch of keys to their 6 bedroom duplex..

“ah found it, all these keys eh always playing hide-and-seek” she selected the right key and slowly stroked the key into the keyhole,…the key was going slowly into the hole….

“ooaaahhh yes put your big black cvck in my pvssy” “oh yea pound my black pvssy harder daddy” “ooohhh yea ravage your daughter’s sweet cu…..”

“mommy” ngozi hated to be perceived as disrespectful to her mother all because her mother did not have the privilege of attending university but this morning she was getting slowly worked up by this woman’s constant pauses…

Oh Her mother finally succeeded in opening the big brown door, big brown door, big brown J0yst!ck! Oh sweet long J0yst!ck, nelson was pounding her into the bed from behind, squeezing her big butt0ckz, stroking his 8″ deep into her pvssy meat, ohhh he was slamming that cvnt so deliciously!
“ngozi!” brought the 20year old back to her senses, oh jeez, her mother had seen what she was thinking!

“carry your box na with this your masquerade face lets go its almost 8:30”

Her mom was standing in the corridor staring at her, what had she done? And why was this big brown door open?

Oh big brown…. BIG BROWN…

“Ngozi! Lets go na haaa” Mrs Benson barked, wondering what was wrong with her daughter this time.

“ Ngozi slowly dragged her ecolac box behind her as she walked down the step in front of the door.

“carry it up naaa”
Ngozi turned and lifted it and brought it down the corridor…and continued rolling it…

Her mother was fumbling with the keys again, this time trying to open the padlocks to the burglary proof, Ngozi felt a sudden feeling in her stomach, she hated travelling! She was beginning to feel nauseous. She felt like visiting the toilet else she risked vomiting during the journey. If it had been her father’s car she wouldn’t mind as much but with other passengers!? No no no not her! And given it was two padlocks now only God knows how long it would take her mother to open it….she was fighting the feeling to go to the restroom because that would only bring more quarrel between her and her mother. She made up her mind to douse the feelings and fought back the urge to snatch the keys from her mother to open the padlocks herself….and why had she suddenly been flodded with thoughts of nelson when her mother opened the big brown door? What had caused it? She couldn’t understand why she had thought of him in the first place, that was the last person she wanted to think about right now…nnamdi was better…’but wait no…nnamdi is my cousin. Full stop…no going there…despite all the feelings we know we have for each other we can’t possibly be….but wait we actually kissed last year during Christmas! Oh no’
“Ngozika!”


She didn’t even realised when her mom walked up to her and snatched the box from her.

Ngozi snapped back to reality,
Mrs Benson was already walking down to the car park on the left.

‘interlocking sef, grasses are popping up here and there, this interlock guy did rubbish work!’ Mrs Benson was thinking to herself walking up to the Toyota sienna she so much valued. It was her second car. Her first car, a toyota camry had been stolen by the mechanic who was supposed to repair the a fault in the engine. He disappeared into thin air with the advance payment and the car. No trace of him anywhere in shangisha!

‘Why were these artisans soo wicked?
Why was the world such a bad place to be?’

Her daughter was walking too slowly towards the car and it was actually 8:20!

‘Oh lord Idigo Will soon call me!’

She never called him Idigo outside even in front of her daughters Mrs Benson always referred to her husband as “daddy” infront of her daughters…

She unlocked the front passenger seat door for her daughter to get in, but ngozi insisted on staying in the last row seat and Mrs Benson couldn’t figure out why…

‘oh well all these young people and their ‘reasons’ , anyway she can sit wherever she likes….”

Mrs Benson inserted the key quickly into the ignition… ”ohhhhh pound me baby, ooohhh ure soo sweet, dat big black J0yst!ck is so sweet, ohhh touch meee”

She clutched the key tighter, turned it to the right and the car engine reeved to life.

Determined not to let these innermost desires take control of her, she throttled a few times and drove into the pathway towards the gate,
wondering why Alabi wasn’t at the gate yet.
When the car got to the gate, Alabi almost jumped out of his room quickly but not before Madam caught a quick glimpse of a female figure on the bed in the gateman post!

Mrs Benson was wary of making her daughter too aware of the situation.

“alabi, alabi hmm hmm”
“madam the madam iswear e dun tey Wey I wake up oh, I just brush teeth oh. Yesterday night I swear I no drink, I dey here full alat”
“hmm hmm Alabi hmm”
“madam I dey tell you na”
“alabi na your wife be dat?”

“errrh madam”
‘oh no I tink Sae madam no go sight dis tin, dis woman get eye sha’ he thought to himself while scratching the back of his head.

“alabi I say na your wife be dat? Hmm alabi dey do small small o, open gate abeg”

Mrs Benson wondered why men never changed…they always cheated on their partners….no matter their social status, rich or poor, single or married…
‘it never seems to make a difference to them they just stick their shafts up any waiting hole’

Only God knows what Idigo is doing right now, that his secretary that is always doing one thing or the other with her big butt0ckz. Oyibo na wa o, butt0ckz, butt0ckz, bum, all names for just common nyash! ’ There must be a reason why Idigo comes back very late and barely has interest anymore, any way’

Then She let go of the thought.