Ladele Johnson was not prepared for what happened between him and Aunty Cecilia. As usual, Aunty Cecilia, his mother’s adopted sister, was passing the night in their house. She had been doing that a lot since her marriage crashed after her husband moved in with another woman because she could not give him a child. On days she passed the night in their house, she always used the spare room in the flat in the front of their four-flat building. But one bad night she came and a visitor from the village had occupied her regular room.
Ladele’s mother asked him to clean the spare room in the back flat for her, the room was directly beside Ladele’s. He did as he was told. Around 11pm, he went to bed. Some two hours later he woke up to use the toilet and he started hearing a strange sound from the room Aunty Cecilia was. He tiptoed to the door and peeped through the key hole. Sitting n@ked on the bed was Aunty Cecilia. Her fingers were in her c^nt and she was mo@ning, her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Soon she was squeezing her b00bs gently, and gyrating with excitement.
Ladele ran back into his room and shut the door. He tried to go back to sleep, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could see was Aunty Cecilia’s b00bs and c^nt. He felt her b00bs were so firm and did not look like what someone once married should look like.
Some minutes to 2am, there was a knock on his door, he quickly pretended he was sleeping and did not answer.
“Why are you pretending to be sleeping?”
It was Aunty Cecilia’s voice.
“Open your eyes. I knew you were watching me.”
Ladele did not know when he screamed: “I was not watching you o, I only went to use the toilet.”
Aunty Cecilia smiled.
“There is no need for us to argue about that.”
Fear gripped Ladele wondering how she knew. He could not remember if the door was slightly open. He was still struggling with trying to unravel how she knew when Aunty Cecilia grabbed his d!ck, whose hardness gave him away as a pervert. Before he could protest, she was already stroking it and before he knew it, her mouth was on it, he let out a gasp. Aunty Cecilia dropped out of her night gown and led Ladele’s mouth to her b00bs, one after the other. He sucked them with calmness and the peace that descended on his body could better be experienced than imagined. In no time, Aunty Cecilia was on him, moving her wet c^nt up and down his solid-rock phallus.
There was no stopping them after that. Aunty Cecilia eagerly turned down the room she used to sleep before their first s€xual romp. Her favourite room was now the one by Ladele’s. Of course, she always ended up on Ladele’s bed once his father and mother had retired to bed.
One day the family had a party in the village and right there in her car, in the dead of the night, she lured Ladele into his first car s£x. Three weeks after this, however, Aunty Cecilia’s period refused to show face. After two weeks without it, she became worried. She had never missed her period before and it had never failed for more than one day. She went to the clinic, bought a pregnancy test kit and peed in a container to know her fate. She almost fainted at the sight of double red lines. To be extra sure, she went for a blood test the following day and her worst fear was confirmed: a foetus was growing in her. She was happy, she was sad. Happy she was pregnant for the first time in her life and sad she was pregnant for a boy eight years younger than she was. She wondered how she was going to handle it. First she stayed away from Ladele’s house and from Ladele’s mother, but since she never stayed too long away from her, Ladele’s mother soon started harassing her with phone calls. She gave excuses after another. She had no choice but to come to the house. For the first time in months, she chose her old room to stay and horny Ladele was hoping she would show up in his bedroom. From then on, she avoided Ladele who had gotten used to their relationship, especially the s€x, it was good and he wanted more of it.
Ladele confronted her on phone one day and she told him point-blank that they needed to stop. Before he could protest, she banged the phone on him. She, however, called Ladele to come to her house one day. There she told him she was pregnant.
“I am just telling you so that you will know, not because I want you to marry me or take care of the baby.”
That was the last Ladele heard of her. She moved away from her apartment, changed her numbers and became incommunicado.
