Mummy is Coming

In memory of Ake Clement.

The Clement character is fully based on my late friend. He was that guy everyone was comfortable around, so most of his conquests never saw him coming. I think he would have liked my depiction of him in this story. Clement spent a good part of his life teaching children. Miss you always buddy.

Clement drove into the apartment building as the gates opened. He found an empty spot, parked and switched his car engine off. He sat there quietly for a moment, then reaching for his dashboard locker, he pulled out a perfume and doused himself in all the right places. He was looking to impress these ladies; one of them in particular, actually. He was quite sure he had already won Daisy. The person he needed to win now was her mother. The thought of her made him smile; just like the first time she’d walked into his office. He had been looking through his pupils’ workbook during lunch break when she walked purposely into the staff room and towards him; her hips swaying, her hair flying in the wind and her face widening into a smile. Every time he replayed it now, it happened in slow motion; Hollywood style. What fascinated him the most about her was how sophisticated, confident and kind she looked; all at the same time.

“Hello. Good afternoon. Are you Sir Clement?”

“Yes I am. Am I in trouble?” he asked jokingly.

“Oh no, I’m Daisy’s mother.” His face brightened. “Daisy has been having troubles with Mathematics. Can you teach Maths? I want her to start having personal lessons after school.”

“Oh, we do have a Maths teacher; her Maths teacher, Mrs Kene.”

“I don’t think she can do much for her since she already teaches her. I asked Daisy who her favorite teacher is and she said you. Now, if you can teach Maths, then we have a better chance of helping her grasp the subject. So, I ask again, can you teach Maths?

“Yes I can.” He replied and even though he didn’t take extra classes after school, he found himself accepting this offer.

So far Daisy’s Maths skills were improving, causing her mother to warm up more to him. He liked making her laugh after lessons with Daisy. He liked the way she laughed; it was deep and unchecked; unlike her appearance.

Alighting his car, Clement went through the back, found the entrance and lifted his 5’ 5 frame up the stairs. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. The door opened in less than a minute and once again he was blessed by the sight of her. He was petite compared to her. She looked like she might have been slimmer when she was younger or before Daisy but now she was plum and three inches taller than himself. Most women he dated were taller than him but her height was just the perfect tall. He heard Daisy’s little feet running into the living room before he saw her but his arms were wide spread when she ran into him. There was a passing moment when he wondered about the man that could have walked away from these amazing women. He led Daisy to their lesson table, which was indeed the dining.

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They had been at Maths for almost an hour now and he noticed Daisy was getting tired and easily distracted. He didn’t blame the six year old; this was the longest she had been attentive since he had started to teach her after school. “How about you go play in your room a little then when you come back, we’ll finish this question.”

“Okay Sir Clement.” She said, grateful, before scampering to her room. Her mother stepped out of the kitchen, where she had been the entire time of the lesson.

“Are you hungry?”

“Depends on what you are offering.” He teased. They had almost kissed the last time he came to teach Daisy; almost because he chose to keep her wanting. He liked making his women find him irresistible. He had a small stature; very cute but not intimidating, so he played the mind game; teased them, surprised them and then gave it to them hard.

“Well… I made moimoi and dodo.”

“Who says ‘NO’ to moimoi and dodo?” He replied smiling, thinking of the things he would do to her. She giggled as she retreated again to the kitchen. In minutes she had served them both and was seated beside him, oblivious of his plans.

“Daisy! Are you hungry yet?” she yelled out to Daisy who was still in her room.

“No!” Daisy’s tiny voice squealed in response.

“You have a lovely kid there.” Clement opened.

“Right?”

“Yes. You did a great job there.”

“I don’t know if that’s me. Some kids really just come out good.”

“Actually, more than some; most get fucked up by their parents or environment and sometimes school. It’s sad but it’s true.”

“You seem like you know a lot about kids. You have any?”

“No. I just teach a lot of them.”

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, giving him that realization look. Silence. “How do you handle their crush on you?”

“What?” they both laugh.

“I’m sure you noticed my little one already has one on you. I can only begin to imagine how many more of them do.”

“There’s someone else I’d rather have crushing on me.” He starred harder and moved closer to her. They had been flirting back and forth with words since he started tutoring Daisy. He felt it was the right moment to re-light the torch and maybe take it a notch higher. “Honestly, it’s humbling to be admired by children. I handle it by remembering that I am only here to serve them… I’m quite good at serving.” He finished slowly and suggestively, and this catches her off guard. Her eyes said she caught his suggestion but she laughed it off. “Every time I eat dodo, it reminds me of the sweetness of sex.”

“Oh?” she thought she had successfully cut him off but now he had her thinking of sex and plantain.

“Which do you think is better? Dodo or sex?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not really; right now with this plantain in my mouth, I feel like heaven but I’m quite sure if I had you sitting on me with my lips in your mouth, I really might be swayed.” She was out of breath from his imagery and he could tell but she still tried to hide it.

“I guess that answers it then; whichever one you can have is the sweetest at the time. I get to have dodo more so for me…dodo.”

“We should change that.”

“What?”

“Is there a mister Bassey?”

“Not really.  Her father has a family if that’s what you are asking.”

“No one else?”

“Is this about Daisy?” she looked worried.

“No… No…I’m just trying to see how much competition I have.” He says this between laughs. She couldn’t help herself as she laughed too. “So?”

“So what?”

“How much competition do I have?” he asked as he swallowed his last overriped dodo.

“Nothing you can’t handle. I believe.” She flirted back.

“Music to my ears. Now you are going to have to work to get me off you.” She chuckled as she stood to pack his dishes; underestimating his last statement. she was standing right in front of him.

Clement first slipped his hands up her legs from her knees, stopping just as abruptly at her waist, with one hand he parted her string to the left and inserted his fore and mid fingers into her.  It happened so fast. The first moan that escaped her was loud from surprise before she freed her hands of the plates and covered her mouth . She didn’t try to stop me. Good. He thought as he started to move his fingers, pressing the base of her clits from within. She ground into his fingers and his other hand reached up to grab her bulbs and kneaded wantonly. His hand wondered down her abdomen. He grabbed her string and moved it more to the side as his mouth found her mound over her dress. He licked her dress pressing it over her clit surface as his finger dealt with the base from inside.

Debby felt all of her feelings come to fore. She hadn’t been touched like this in a while; it was his control and precision that spun her head from its orbit. She felt his left hand move to her butt and grab on to it. He was now hugging her lower abdomen to his face and his fingers proceeded to fuck her. She drowned in this pleasure, thankful for the support as she raised her left leg apart to grant him more access. He took it, sending her into a sexual frenzy that even her hand was finding difficult to control over her mouth. She thought she heard footsteps but she was too elated and didn’t want to leave. She felt an emptiness abruptly as he yanked his fingers out of her and straightened her dress. She opened her eyes to protest only to see her beautiful innocent Daisy step into the living room. Clement had a devilish grin on his face after he had unhanded her and she had had to grab the nearest chair for support.

“Mummy, are you OK?” Daisy asked concerned.

“Yes baby.”  Debby stuttered, still trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah, mummy is very fine Daisy.” Clement said slowly with his seductive grin still intact. He was enjoying this and she wanted to be angry with him but his voice had started up a rhythm his fingers left. “Come here dear.” He motioned for Daisy to take her seat. “Try working on this last question while I help your mum clean up in the kitchen.” He had to use his left hand to point out the question. Her mother’s juice still glazed his other hand. He picked up his plate and motioned for Debby to pick up the other and follow him. She obeyed.

In the kitchen, he dumped his dish in the sink, holding her waist, he directed her to the front of the sink while he stood behind her. She dumped hers too. “Wash!” was his whispered command in her ears.

“I thought you were meant to help…” His palm’s spank on her ass stopped her.

“Shhhh… Just wash.” She obliged. He lifted her skirt and started to caress and knead her ass, he grabbed them, grazed his palm across the smooth surface. Tracing her stretch marks, he slapped at intervals, oozing juice from her core with every light strike. She washed as her body wriggled and jiggled and conceded to a doggy position.

“Will you fuck me?” his hands were driving her crazy and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She felt what she needed was a peek. Once he fucked her, she could orgasm and get back to her senses. He slipped two of his left fingers into her mouth to silence her.

“Wash!” he reminded her again as his right fingers found the space inside her they had occupied earlier. Her gasp didn’t escape as it would have if his other fingers weren’t in her mouth. She dropped the plate in her hands and held on to the sink as he proceeded to fuck her hard and fast with his fingers. She was vibrating for lack of anything else to do. Her body had to find a way to let out the pleasure it was feeling and as she couldn’t scream, her body did the screaming.

He stopped almost abruptly again and holding her from behind, he washed his hands in the sink. When he was done, he put his finger to his nose and inhaled deeply the remnant of her aroma on his finger. “So sexy.” He kissed her neck. She was still shaking and frozen to the spot when he left her. She snapped back to reality when she heard him commence teaching her daughter. The hell! She thought but her body said differently. She wanted him so bad that she couldn’t help herself.

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Debby finished cleaning up the kitchen, stepped out to the doorway and found Daisy and Clement engrossed in their lesson. How he could make her not care that her kid was near was a wonder. She walked slowly past them but he totally ignored her. “His guts!” She mouthed as she got to her room. She jumped on her bed but was restless, she picked up a book and tried to read; she couldn’t focus. Flashes of the way he touched her kept reoccurring randomly and her body was restless; she wanted to be close to him. “Dammit” she said, as she grabbed a magazine and went back to the sitting room. He didn’t even look up. She cursed him in her mind as she slouched into the settee with her magazine. Half listening to them study, half reading, she fell asleep.

Almost an hour later she roused to the sound of the two giggling. “What are you two giggling about?”

“Nothing.” They both said, looking guilty.

“That’s not true.” She insisted.

“We want to play ‘hide and seek’.” Daisy finally volunteered.

“We were just about to wake you. Are you game?” Debby wanted to do it for Daisy but she felt she couldn’t trust Clement. He seemed just as excited about the game as Daisy was. She conceded regardless. “Great! Let mummy do the counting while we go and hide!”

“Yay! I know exactly where to hide and you won’t find me. Start counting!” Daisy jumped down her chair to show how ready she was. Debby laughed at her cuteness then stood up also and put her hand over her eyes as she started.

“I’m going to count to 30. You better be hidden before I finish.” She heard Daisy run into the hallway that led to their rooms then she felt a peek on her cheek that made her blush as she commenced counting.

Clement followed Daisy to find out where she would be hiding. He had plans of his own. He watched Daisy disappear into one of her toy boxes that had several holes. To help her, he grabbed some sheets and draped it over the box. He looked around and found some transparent noisy nylon from her toy boxes which he took with him as he closed the door. Heading back to the living room, he laid out all of the  transparent wrappers on the floor of the dark  hallway that led to the living room. He did it for the same reason he had closed her door. He wanted to be able to hear her if she started to make her way back to the living room. Entering into the living room where Debby stood counting, he closed the passage door too. The sound must have surprised Debby because she was now wide eyed starring at him and had stopped counting, wondering what he was up to. “Keep counting.” He said as he took her in his arms and kissed her neck.

“23, 24, 25, 26…” he started to lead her to the dining table where this had all started as he kissed her neck to her collarbone. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked me to do. Keep counting.” She was almost shivering at his intention.

“27, 28…” he unbuckled his belt as she counted. “…29, 30. Ready or not, here I come.”

“You took the words straight out of my mouth.” He said as he guided himself to her opening, lifted her left under knee with his arm and entered her. “You are going to have to be quiet for Daisy, OK?”

She breathed out a faint “OK”

“If you start to scream, I’ll have to stop. Do you understand?” Her ‘yes’ was faint and filled with torture. He knew she was out of her mind with pleasure and he focused on her pleasure. He focused on conversing with her to increase her pleasure and distracting himself from his. He was glad they weren’t naked; her fleshy curves on his skin would have undid him the moment he entered her. She felt so fucking good. “Do you want me to stop?” He continued.

“No…please, no.” she was doing a good job whispering but her body told him what her moans couldn’t say.

‘Good girl. I saw you pacing around restless. This is what you wanted right?”

“Yes…yes…Oh Fuck!” he had increased the pace of his strokes.

“Shhhh… be a good girl now. I’ll take care of you.” He had slowed down his strokes again. she voiced out torturous but low whines. “You want it faster?” he increased his pace again as he spoke.

“Yes…Yes” at her response he slowed down. She felt herself getting closer every time he went fast. Her body was ready. Her body had been ready just before he had stopped finger fucking her in the kitchen. It couldn’t take anymore. Her body just wanted to explode.

“Mummy!” it was Daisy’s voice from her room. “Are you coming?”

Debby had expected Clement to stop or slow down at her baby’s voice, instead, he had picked up his pace. “Oh Fuck!” she moaned silently. Mustering all the effort she could to sound normal, she yelled “Yes baby. Mummy is coming!” immediately she placed one of her hands that held tightly to Clement over her mouth, the other one still on the table for support and allowed the force that threatened her core to break loose.

“Yes baby. Mummy is cumming alright.” He felt his own orgasm approaching and he grabbed her closer, dug deeper and rammed faster. Debby’s body was almost lifeless and still and his pace started another rippling trend through her. She was breathing heavy and gasping for air because that was all she could do. He held her to him still after he had stopped ramming; allowing the last of his shudders happen with him still inside her. She started to kiss his shoulder up to him face and he liked how he felt. It seemed like her own way of saying thank you. A thought crossed his mind and it was that he’d like to wake up to this. Slowly, they disentangled themselves from each other, stealing a few kisses.

“Daisy!” Debby eventually said when the frenzy passed. She raced down the passage. She was sure these nylons were not on the floor the last time she passed here. It occurred to her Clement must have put them there intentionally. She smiled and shook her head at his endearing nature. He had thought of Daisy in all of his exploits. She entered quietly into Daisy’s room which she ransacked a bit; pretending not to know where Daisy was. The box with the sheets on it was a little too conspicuous in its role as a hiding place. Daisy was already giggling as she neared the box and opened it to find her laughing six year old.

“Have you found Sir Clement?” Daisy asked. Debby shook her head uncertainly as she tried to lie. “Come let’s find him.” Daisy was already out of the door. Debby went to the living room because she expected he would still be there but he wasn’t, so she joined in the search. Eventually Daisy found him in the bathroom. “I found him! I found him! Mummy come and see!”

It was a fun evening but it was getting close to Daisy’s bed time and Sir Clement had to leave.

She saw him off down the stairs as he was leaving and they both shared a kiss on the stairs. It was a rather long one. It seemed their passion for each other had not abated. Clement tried to resist the urge in his other head. He could start something but this time he wasn’t sure they could be done before Daisy got curious. As he entered his car to drive home, he wondered if Debby would consent to going on a date with him. He would find out the next time he visits.