Household chores were always unbearable to me and the school became my viable escape route from them.
At the end of my second year at the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife; Osun State, I was reluctant to return home for the lengthy vacation until my mother called me that the family had finally decided to employ a housemaid. I felt a sense of relief as I traveled home to hook up with old friends and enjoy home-made meals.
I am from a nuclear family of just two children. I am the only male child and my sister who is three years older than me was schooling in the United States of America.
I returned home so late in the night due to road traffic hassles. I met my parents and they did the usual welcome exercise that entailed showering me with massive love and attention as a result of my long absence from home. The truth is that such level of pampering is always shortlived.
My father is the gentle type but my mother apparently enjoys nagging. As I buried a large chunk of the goat meat on my rice soaked with stew in my mouth, a curvy and short female figure just came out of the kitchen. My mother swiftly introduced her to me as Imabong, the new housemaid from Akwa Ibom to ease me of my household chores’ burden.
Imabong went on her knees as she called me ‘Uncle Samuel’. I was embarrassed anyway as she looked like my age-mate. Imabong was looking dirty and unkempt. It was written all over her that she must have seen hard times in the past. I almost found her disgusting until she turned her back to leave. Mehn! When I saw the truck behind her, I knew my devil was about to tempt me ‘three times’. Imabong’s bum was naturally dancing the popular Brazilian ‘Samba’ dance with no beat. I have always had a penchant for big bums. She was blessed with a small waist like she used ‘waist trainers’ that were not prominent then.
As a popular socialite in school as well as a handsome young man, I knew it would be demeaning for me to start lusting after one dirty Imabong with a very awkward Akwa Ibom accent that could make my manhood flaccid on hearing it so I took my mind off it. In less than one week, I became obsessed with Imabong’s backside as it shook while she washed my mother’s car at the compound. Peeping from my bedroom window to watch her soon became a norm. She wore some nice short skirts that were obviously faded and needed retirement. In fact, they must have gotten short because of long years of service. Later I started noticing her small but firm boobs. I knew I was in trouble. It was a close shave for me. I was ashamed to share the gist with anyone considering her lowly status.
I almost approached her severally but I couldn’t stand the humiliation of being turned down by my common housemaid and I could be disowned by my parents if they get to know about such disgraceful move. On my second week of vacation, I started leaving the house deliberately to avoid her in order to overcome the temptation. We spent most of the time alone as my father was always traveling both locally and internationally while my mother spent all her day at the Aleshinloye market in Ibadan selling her ostentatious women’s clothes.
I endured my regular boners at the slightest sight of Imabong whose appearance started to improve day by day due to the comfort of my house and maybe regular feeding. She was clearly from a humble background.