I ended up “marrying” both sisters shortly before my time in Lagos ended. I moved back to Oslo, briefly, taking my wives with me, before moving to London and then Marlow.
Skip forward several years and Monifa needed hospital treatment due being bothered by old wounds. As she was staying in London for treatment, her sister Abimbola was staying to keep her company while I childminded at home. This was the first time I had been without at least one wife since we married all those years ago. We had 3 children, Anne (18), Georgette (16) and Henry (12). The children hardly knew who their birth mother was. They had grown up with “Mama ‘Bola” and “Mama ‘Ifa”. To them it was normal.
After I’d gone to bed on the first night I felt someone join me. I guessed it was one of the children feeling lonely without her mothers. I was right. It was Anne. Now I still slept naked as I always had done and as Anne snuggled up to me I felt a lot of bare skin, and then hair (you know where). Anne cuddled up tight with her body against mine and her head on my shoulder. I had mixed feelings about that. It felt lovely but it shouldn’t be happening. All the children had joined us in bed at times, after nightmares, when feeling ill or when worried about something but they had always snuggled up to one of their mothers. This was so different. I held my arms around her and lay still, worried about moving, with an erection growing under the duvet. I wasn’t after sex but it was a reaction to having a naked woman’s skin against mine, even if she was my daughter..
Anne started to talk quietly about Mama Ifa and asking about her past injuries. When did they happen? How did they happen? Was it when we were together? What were they? And more. I didn’t want to scare her off men and I answered all her questions as quietly and calmly as I could. I told her about her Uncle Anfani in Nigeria and how he had hurt his sister and caused internal injuries, how her grandparents hadn’t helped and it wasn’t until Mama Bola introduced us that Mama Ifa had left home and moved in with me and that I had paid for treatment. I avoided detailed answers on what the injuries were, saying that it left her bladder weakened and that was why she was in hospital now.
Luckily Anne accepted my answers and seemed to relax against me. That is when a hand brushed against my penis. A moment later it grabbed it then started to explore before grabbing it tight. She told me that she had learnt about “these” at school but she had never touched one before. Then she started to explore the balls and scrotum. She seemed fascinated. I didn’t try to stop her. I just let her satisfy her curiosity. Once she had done that she then held me as she fell asleep. It took me a long time to sleep but when I did I had a wonderful dream about how I had taught my wives about men and how to satisfy them. When I woke in the morning I felt full of vigour. More so than I had for months of worry about Monifa’s health. Anne had returned to her room.
I went down to the kitchen for my normal light breakfast of Norwegian goat cheese on crispbread and a large coffee. There was Anne making breakfast for her siblings. She turned from the worktop when she heard me approach, smiled and wished me a good morning. Nothing seemed to have changed. As she was cooking I agreed to have an English fry up. I’d have a light lunch instead. We all sat at the breakfast table missing ‘Bola and ‘Ifa. Anne got me to tell the others about Mama Ifa’s injuries. They were all old enough to know a sanitised version of what happened to one of their mothers. She was only a few months older than Anne when it happened, which I pointed out. There were a few questions that I again answered age appropriately for a 12 year old. I could have told the girls a bit more but I didn’t think Henry was old enough.
The day passed normally. I took the children by boat to The Ferry at Cookham for lunch, where we ate well. So much for a light lunch. The boat trip and lunch kept them occupied for much of the day. All was as back to normal as it could be with the women missing. No one asked me any more about Mama Ifa’s injuries, just how she was doing in hospital.
That evening we had a light meal (at last) and went to bed early.
Again Anne joined me and snuggled up as before. I was just dozing a little when Anne started to stroke me in assorted sensitive places, including my erection and balls. I quietly asked why she was doing that and she said she wanted to thank me for saving Mama Ifa and had looked up on the internet how to thank a man who you loved. It occurred to me that the search engine wouldn’t have distinguished between a child’s love of her parent or the love between unrelated adults.
I was getting really turned on. Then I found one of my hands being directed to her mons and pushed downward. I started to move my fingers in alternating firm and gentle circles over her clitoris and labia. Soon Anne’s hips were moving about and her breathing was becoming harsher. I lent over and started to lick and suck her breasts while a finger slipped into the wetness between her lips and massaged in time with the rest of my movements. Suddenly there was a spamming gyrating uncontrollable thrusting as Anne climaxed. I continued gently until she lay passive and panting by my side, her hand resumed on my penis, but now they were gentle half hearted movements by someone totally exhausted.
I was still fully aroused and wondering what Anne had in mind before being incapacitated by her orgasm. All movement stopped and Anne again snuggled up to me. She whispered, as she fell asleep, that she never imagined that it would be like that. I lay there wondering what I had done to my darling daughter and at the same time feeling a huge unrequited lust. When I was sure she was sound asleep I gently wriggled out from under her and masturbated while at her side. After creeping to my bathroom to clean up I slipped back into position with Anne and fell asleep.
Anne was still there in the morning. She looked up into my eyes and smiled the knowing smile that said she knew she hadn’t been dreaming.
We needed to talk. I asked her how she felt about last night. She was both ecstatically happy about what happened and upset that she hadn’t done the same for me. She told me that she had tried masturbating previously but didn’t think much of it. I explained that when she finds a man and they want to make love, to ensure that he doesn’t just want to satisfy his lust but wants, more than anything, to bring her pleasure. It is possible for a woman to experience anything between heaven and hell during sex and that between them a couple must try to keep at the better end of that scale. She asked me whether I minded that she fell asleep instead of satisfying me as she had intended. I assured her that it was fine. I was just very happy that her first sexual experience had been so satisfying. She perked up a bit and asked me whether I thought she was beautiful. Yes, I did. I said I had always found her beautiful but now seeing a lot more of her I could see that she had a real womanly beauty that had previously been hidden from me. She was very happy when she went to get her clothes and then shower in the family bathroom, wrapped in a robe she borrowed from her parents’ room.