PA Adeniran was in his mid-sixties when he lost his only wife, Madam Mosun Adeniran. Just like some of his peers, he felt an inner urge to have another woman as wife. How Pa Adeniran met his new wife was dramatic. He had gone to a party in far away Oyo state when at the peak of enjoyment, he set his roving eyes on a dark-skinned, buxom woman who was in her early fifties. He inquired from his host who the enchanting woman was, and he got a detailed information regarding her status. The woman was a divorcee who had only a fifteen-year-old girl for her former husband before they parted ways after a quarrel. There and then Pa Adeniran became bold and summoned courage to woo this attractive socialite of a woman. He got up instantly and walked gaily towards her. The woman was busy gulping a bottle of big stout and munching the laps of roasted chicken in her front.
“Excuse me lady,” Pa Adeniran gestured, “I’m sorry to bother you, you look very familiar to me. Your beautiful visage got me hooked and I just can’t help it, I have to speak with you. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all Sir!” the chubby-looking woman replied excitedly, “you can sit beside me here sir. Do you live in Oyo state?” she asked.
“Actually I stay in Lagos, “Pa Adeniran replied, “ I’m a building contractor. I own a house in Lagos and my wife is late. She had three children for me, two girls and a boy who is the eldest. Although he’s a young man now, and the girls too are matured women now. But that’s deviating from the main thing. Y’see, I like you so much and I want to have you as my wife. What’s your name?”
“Jumoke is my name. I’m from this state. I’m a divorcee. I’m ready to marry you only if you’ll take good care of me in all ways, if you understand what I mean.” She enthused.
“Cupid!” exclaimed Pa Adeniran, “I’m already in love with you! I’ll take good care of you, I assure you that you’ll enjoy every bit of the relationship. I’ll spoil you silly with love and care. Don’t think about my look or age. I’ll satisfy your yearnings and craving my dear.” That was it. One thing led to the other and Pa Adeniran married Jumoke that same year. Five months after the solemnization of their marriage Jumoke realized that Pa Adeniran could not perform her ‘manly duties’ very well. The first time they made love it was so uninteresting and boring that Jumoke concluded she’d fallen in love with the wrong man. Age was definitely not on the side of Pa Adeniran. His libido or sexual prowess had dwindled with age. But the reverse was the case with Jumoke who was still agile and sexually virile. Jumoke was at the moment in her early fifties but she still had an amazing sexual energy in her. Pa Adeniran had the habit of buying and using sex-enhancing drugs to boost his energy so as to satisfy the sexual appetite of his new wife, but all these did not bring good results as expected. This situation worried his mind so much that he felt the only thing he could do to save face and not lose his wife was to lay a charm on her that any man who incidentally made love to her would meet his waterloo through a strange illness that would eventually kill the person. Pa Adeniran, on a particular Saturday evening had placed the magical amulet on the ground for Jumoke. Jumoke came back from the market that evening and walked across the leather amulet without suspicion. That was it! The evil deed had been done, unknown to her.
At this particular moment Jumoke was totally fed up and pissed off with her husband’s weakness in bed and had been looking for ways of satisfying her libido elsewhere; but Pa Adeniran always monitored her movement secretly. The urge to satisfy herself sexually gave her foreboding temptations of the flesh. She had been eyeing Seyi, the eldest son of Pa Adeniran, who was in his early thirties. To be precise, Seyi was 33 then. He was tall, dark-skinned , handsome and a cheerful young man. Jumoke had been admiring the young man who still lived with his aging dad, and who was always in company of his numerous girlfriends. She had been looking for the slightest opportunity to seduce the young man to bed not minding the abominable and damning consequences of such a relationship. Surely, she knew it was a taboo. But to her it was better to die and burn in hell than to live in paradise without sexual bliss. On a quiet Sunday evening when Pa Adeniran was out to visit some of his peers Jumoke seized the opportunity to lure the young man to bed. She had been waiting all her life for this moment.
“Seyi,” she called, “ I want to have a chat with you. See me in the bedroom quickly.”
“Okay ma,” he answered innocently, not knowing what plans her stepmother had up her sleeve. As soon as he entered the bedroom, the enchantress began her lecherous moves cleverly.
“Please, Seyi, first unzip my brassiere, it’s really itching me at the back.” She said seductively. Seyi didn’t know what was happening. He had wanted to object to her request but he thought that would offend her.
“But…but…” he tried to say as the woman turned and faced him. Before he could say anything further she moved closer and hugged him with these words on her lips.
“Don’t you know you are my husband? Please, make love to me, I need you badly… I have waited for this moment for several months, I just can’t help it anymore…please….please…”
Seyi was lost for words. He could feel his manhood erect instantly as his stepmother grabbed it and pushed him on the well laid bed. Like in a trance, he couldn’t understand what prompted him to respond to the love advances of his stepmother. It was a marathon ‘love duel’. Seyi realized it was a sin, a taboo, and an abomination, but something more hypnotizing and enrapturing had gripped his sense of reasoning.
The love-making lasted for three hours, that eventful evening. Thereafter, Jumoke went to the bathroom to have a good shower. Seyi wobbled to his room later because he was extremely tired and fagged out. An hour later Seyi started feeling a swelling on his manhood. The pain went through him like a sharp knife would penetrate a tuber of yam. The pains he felt was indescribable. He cried and gasped in torturous pangs, all alone in his room. To be concluded next week Saturday......
Culled from The Guardian