Chapter 9

The Ophia's intention to stay turned to be a huge/ massive obstacle to my life.

Mrs. Ophia is always around mama and the husband is always chattering and having tea with father. I mean he didn't come all the way here to always have tea. I even had to share my room with Thomas so his parents could still maintain privacy.

I can't believe it.

Shouldn't they be doing something about getting a new place?

My family can't feed them for long.

Left for me, i would have asked them to leave the next day but father loves to help. He so much derives joy in helping people in need. He said it's a way of atonement, but i never believed. I believe there's no such thing as atonement for sins.

"pascal, your father's been calling you for ages" Mrs. Ophia said as she walked in to the room.

'didn't she learn to knock?

i could have been naked for goodness sake, but that would have been better.

The thought of Mrs. Ophia walking in on me naked, made me so hard that i wish Thomas wasn't here. I would have pinned her down and have a good time with the private area.

'if wishes were horses'

I left the room and went in to the patio and i guessed right. They were sipping coffee while casually discussing about things i didn't hear.

"papa, you sent for me?"

he looked up and smiled at me.

"oh, yes did"

papa dropped his mug on the little stool besides him and took out an invitation card lying lifelessly on the space besides him. the card must have seen hell cause papa was sitting on it.

he opened the card and read from it.

"we are going to Italy for a conference, just you and i" he paused to sip from his cup.

What's there to sip anyway, the coffee must be cold now.

"we are leaving tomorrow at sundown, go back in and pack"

the last information was more like an order, it wasn't really a conversation.

That means that i won't be getting free pussies and easy blowjobs and deepthroats like i do here.

What will happen if i leave town, will mama find a new lover? will she invite him over? will she let Mr. Ophia ride her?

I was lost in thoughts, leaving home is something i don't want to do.

"oh Thomas, i love you Thomas, oh yes"

what is going on in my room?

i barged in and there they were, mother and son on my bed naked and in each others private spaces.

Mrs. Ophia froze in shock, she looked like one who had come in contact with a ghost. She looked away covering her body with her hands amidst apologies.

Thomas was still fucking hard like a Russian missile. he walked to the end of the bed, took his mother's ankle and yank her legs apart.

"you never keep a man waiting" he said as he pushed himself inside her. Mrs. Ophia's face was filled with sexual pleasure as her son buries himself deep into her.

i felt speechless, yes mother son sex is incest but these people do not care about a third party watching and i had no problem watching either.

i was lost in lust until Thomas invited me over. he had pulled out of his mother's pussy and spread her legs towards me.

"you can fuck her Pascal, she loves young boys and i have no problem sharing her. i heard you have a huge one" that was the only invitation i needed as i striped off. My dick was as hard as never before.

'this will be my first threesome, i'm making history' i thought as i walk towards the bed.