CHAPTER 3: My mother's husband is watching me

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It's been exactly seven days since my mother moved me into her home, under her husband's roof. Every day, my mother went to work. She is a teacher. I need to tell you a little about my mother.

My mother is a very strong woman. She studied a lot. She was a senior in high school when my father got her pregnant. Since she confessed to my father that she had lost her period, my father, the scoundrel, had gone without a trace.

Do we do this? I even thank God my mother didn't abort me or I wouldn't be alive and carrying this lovely name of Milie.

My mother took a break from her studies after graduation to take care of me. My grandmother, I remember, told me that it was six days after the baccalaureate results that my mother gave birth to me. She also told me that it was my grandfather, may he rest in peace, who had taken all the financial burdens around his neck. My grandmother also told me that they all lived happily until the day that Grandpa joined his fathers. This meant that it was after the death of my grandfather that the hardship and misery had settled under my grandmother's roof where eating had become a terrible thing.

My mother, with time, had continued her studies until she had a doctorate. I didn't know how, but she managed to get ahead. After her studies, nothing worked for her and she was trying to sell small things. And it was with the income from these products that she sold that we managed to find something to break the hunger that was burning our stomachs.

After her marriage to her new boyfriend, she found a place in a large school in the city where she would teach French to the students. Every morning, by 7:30 at the latest, my mother finishes her shower and gets into her car to go to work. Before she left, I was still in my room, sleeping, because my mother's husband had hired a maid; a young girl of about sixteen. She is called Flora. Flora has a dark complexion and a thin build. I am slightly more slender than she is. She is a very respectful girl. She does not understand French well. She makes an effort to express herself. When we talk to her, she understands almost everything but sometimes she has trouble expressing herself well. Sometimes you have to follow her gestures to understand what she is saying.

And so this morning, my mother left for work. I don't know in which school she teaches. But when she leaves the house in the morning, it's at noon she comes back. And at the latest at two-thirty she leaves again to come back in the evening at six o'clock.

That morning, I had left my room after having showered. I had come to the living room to have my tea. There was no one in the living room, but the television was on. This is the habit of the house. There is no fear of the exorbitant amount of money that might be in the electricity bill. The television and the brewers stay on for twenty-four hours. So that's why I wasn't surprised to find the TV and other appliances on.

Heading to the dining table, I helped myself to some food and then turned back to the couches, where I ended up sitting on one. Grabbing the remote, I changed the channel to one that was playing the cartoon. I was watching the show when all of a sudden my mother's husband burst into the living room. I had on a little see-through swimsuit through which my nipples were clearly visible. I already told you that I have a light complexion. So imagine the color of my breasts. If women, as black as they are most of the time, manage to have light breasts, how would mine be?

I have nice breasts and I know that. I don't need someone to say to me, "Milie, you have nice breasts" before I realize it. I know that God gave me nice breasts; breasts that he took care to handle well before he put them on my chest.

And my mother's husband burst into the living room as I had just told you. I raised my head to his address to say "hello uncle".

- Yes, hello Miss Milie, how are you?" he replied.

- I'm very well, uncle, thank you.

And the man came towards me to sit in the same sofa as me. And me, my gaze fixed on the television screen, I did not calculate it.

- Do you like cartoons?" he asked.

- Yes, I love them, uncle!

- That's great! That means we have the same hobby!

- What do you mean by hobby, sir?

- Hobby, it's to designate the dada or hobby. Do you understand a little?

- Yes, I finally understand. Otherwise I like cartoons too much.

- That's great! If our hobbies are the same, then you must also like porn because I also like porn as well as cartoons.

- No, porn is for grown-ups.

- And you, you are not a child anymore!

- Am I? Because I'm not yet twenty!

- Twenty years old is already too much! Fifteen is already enough and...

- That's what I was saying; I'm only fourteen," I reproached him.

- I don't deny it! When people look at you, you look like a big girl!

- Perhaps!

- Milie, I like it when you talk!

- Do you?

- Really! Your lips, I like to look at them when they move.

- You are serious, uncle!

- Yes, I'm sincere. God has given you a beautiful creature. You are too beautiful!

- But not like my mother, your wife!

- You are even more beautiful than your mother!

- Yet you love her!

- I don't love her because of her appearance.

- And why do you love her?

- I love her because she knows how to handle me in bed.

- And that's good!

- I can imagine how much sweeter you'll be in bed than your mother.

I frowned to stare at my interlocutor.

- Ah yes, I like to say anything when I'm in the company of people I like very much.

- This talk you're having with me is beyond my capacity.

- That's according to you! So you've never had sex?

- I'm a kid and I've never been interested.

- Oh, so you're still a virgin?

- Yes, I'm still a virgin.

- Wow! How I love virgin women!

- You do?

- Yes, Milie! I've always dreamed of making love to virgin women but I never got the chance!

- Are you telling the truth?

- I swear it, Milie! If you can give me just one chance to see if it's true, I swear I'll give you a big present.

I was stunned by his proposal and frowned again to ask if he was serious.

- Yes! I'll do anything you want.

- Like what?

- I can take you to America, to see the great sights.

- And we'll get on the plane?

- That's right! We'll get on a big plane.

- How nice!

- And I also have a French friend who comes here very often; he'll take us to his place in France.

- What? In France? Then I'll be rotten!

- Oh yes, I'll give you lots of surprises; surprises you'll never regret.

- Wow! I'm in!

- So you're okay with us having sex?

- Yes! And besides, my mother even told me one thing!

- What did she tell you?

- She told me to respect you because, by respecting you, you will treat me like your own daughter. She also told me to do you any favor you ask of me! I do indeed consider this sexual relationship you are asking me for as a favor. But there is one thing, I have never done this! And if I have never done it until now, it is because my grandmother gives me the fear in my heart that when you do it, it hurts a lot, while I am afraid that it hurts me. I don't like anything to touch my body because I love it too much.

My mother's husband laughed out loud and put his right hand on my shoulder and said:

- Your grandmother is not wrong, she is right. But let me tell you, I have my own technique. And if I do it to you, no blood will flow and you won't get hurt either. Besides, I don't have a big penis. Or should I show it to you?

- Oh no!" I exclaimed, surprised.

- Otherwise I don't have a big penis. I swear you'll like it. By the way, let us follow the porn a little.

And the man, without my opinion, grabbed the remote control to put on a channel on which, two men were eating the pussy of a young girl.

The two men, on the screen, were naked; the girl, too. The two men had laid the girl on a bed. While one was eating her pussy with his long cock, the other was at her bedside, penetrating her mouth.

- Do you see that? It's nice, isn't it?" my companion asked.

And since it was the first time I had seen this thing, I paid no attention to him but to continue watching the video.

The man reached out and grabbed one of my breasts before moving closer to me. He began to caress me and I, his caresses made me immediately very good in all my body.

Gaze fixed on the screen and my breasts seized of assault, I did not know any more where I was. The man was caressing me and I was losing myself little by little.

I started to feel the erection of something in my panties; surely my clitoris. I wanted to go to control but I had weakness. I finally closed my eyes and that's when I felt something fresh kissing my lips.

Yes, the man had just taken my lips into his mouth.

We were sucking on each other's lips and I didn't know when the gentleman took off my shirt and put me on my bare chest.