My Daughter My Wife Episode 5
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🧔 My Daughter My Wife Episode Five: 👫
“Mama, you didn’t tell me you were coming” I stammered as I scratched my head, looking uneasily away as my mother continued to look at the way my propagator lay unevenly under the brief I was wearing. Even a blind man could tell that I was just from the mountain, judging from the way i was breathing.
The brief I had worn so hurriedly would also have been enough for my mother to understand what was going on, if Madonna hadn’t also come out from the direction I came out, almost naked as well
“Andy, since when did I start informing you that I was coming to your house before coming? Since when did I start needing your permission before visiting you? And what are you doing at home by this time, naked with your wife’s daughter?” My mother asked me.
But before I found my tongue to answer her, before I could say anything, Madonna was already speaking. She told my mother everything that had happened between me and Jane in one full swoop, and even told her that she was the one bearing my first fruit!
“Yay! Mògbe oooo! Andy, you have been housing and feeding a woman with someone else’s children? And now, she has passed her daughter down to you?
“Egbà mì oooo! I’m finished! Andy, you have been sleeping with this Jezebel? I warned you about these people. I warned you about going to that tribe, but you didn’t listen. Now what are you going to do?” My mother asked me, making me feel so ashamed of myself.
“Mother, she’s pregnant already, and as bad as it looks, she’s the only one that has been able to conceive my seed. So I can’t think of terminating the pregnancy.
“I’m going to marry her Iyà. Yes, I have to marry her, so that my child doesn’t get taken away from me” I told my mother, not being able to see any other reason good enough to make my mother accept Madonna
Or how would I have told my mother that while we were talking, I was already thinking of what to do with Madonna, as soon as I had the chance to grab the n!pples I was seeing so clearly under the chiffon scarf she was tying?
My mother nearly screamed the building down as she lamented about losing her son, but she eventually calmed down when she saw that the shouts weren’t changing anything.
That night, I sat in the sitting room watching a movie with my mum, while Madonna prepared her siblings for bed. She returned to my sides after ensuring the kids were fast asleep.
She initiated the marriage topic again, and after much argument, after much persuasion, my mum agreed to see the child in her as her grandchild, but insisted that I terminated any marriage contract with her, as soon as I could take my child away from her.
“I can only allow Andy marry you if that’s the only condition for him to lay claim over his child when he’s born, but I won’t be a party to anything you two will plan after the baby is weaned” my mother told Madonna, making us very happy.
For me, I could already see a pleasurable time ahead of us. “Who knows, she may even become pregnant before the baby is weaned” I thought happily.
Madonna sat quietly besides me, making me nearly convulse with the things she was stealthily doing to me. While we sat there in the sitting room with my mother who was engrossed in the movie she was watching, Madonna was doing the most with her left hand that she had buried under my briefs.
She would gradually tickle my small man from the tip, running down to the base, and then she’d squeeze the balls together with the rod, making me shiver, then she went up again, repeating the process until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mum, I need to go to bed, my head aches so badly” I told my mum, as I hurried out of the sitting room, pulling Madonna with me.
“Go on Andy, you’re lucky you have the pharmacy readily available, or this headache would have surely ki!led you! Iyà wéréy” I heard her mumble, but I was already on so much fire, I couldn’t wait to refute her obvious a.
Madonna was stripping as hurriedly as I was doing, and in a matter of seconds, we had began one of those marathon that made her my choice woman.
She pushed me to sit on the chair in my room and we started with the “sit on the throne” style. “This girl is surely going to make me loose my mind” I thought as she grinded hard, making the chair squeak so loudly, I could tell, my mother was hearing it!
But what could I do? I was too lost, too high up there to worry about what my mother would say the next day. I just let Madonna do her thing, just holding her succulent sisters from behind, to keep them from falling off with the way she was making them bounce with each squats at the gym she gave.
Then after what seemed like an eternity of raw pleasure, she made me get up to get into “The Standing Ovation” style.
She lay on the bed, with her waist partially out of the bed. One of our soft pillows was under her back, just before her waist, and I was tasked with the duty of holding her up, her slender left leg, perfectly placed on my right shoulder, such that my hands under her butts kept pulling her up and closer as I continued to smash.
Madonna had one of her hands under her head, and the other seeking to hold my phallus, every mili second it came out as I continued to thrûst .
“Oh daddy!” I heard her cry at a point I was going !nsane from the pleasure in the ride. I was beginning to vibrate as she urged me to go harder.
I was shaking, and I could tell that my vas deferens (the tubes that store and transport spërm from the téstes) were contracting to squeeze the spërm toward the base of my phallus and the prostate gland and seminal vesicles were releasing secretions to make sëmen. At this stage, I knew the outpour would be unstoppable.
Then, the muscles at the base of my propagator began to contract every 0.8 seconds and forced the sêmen out in up to 5 spurts. “Daddy, you’re hot” I heard her say, before I collapsed on the bed, my heart beating so fast.
“Our marriage papers will be ready for signing tomorrow, think you still want to go ahead, my Donna?” I asked, my heart beating in fear that she may change her mind.
“Of course daddy, I can’t wait to become your legal wife, and be sure nobody will try to take you away from me” Madonna told me, making me wish I had strength left in me to get on again.
I kissed her instead, and decided to save my strength for the morning tea, for I know surely, she would wake me with her succulent sisters sweeping over my face,and so it was. We woke up to it today, and I just finished dressing up for work.
But, what do I tell my mother was making all the noise she heard? How will I look at her in the face to greet her this morning?
TO Be Continued
