Daniella Chucks ( +18) short story

Episode 2

Mum herself was just an older
version of myself. She was the s--t
every rich trader in our trading
neighborhood knew. I had learnt
about sex long before I got the
first taste, simply because I
watched her have it countless
times in front of me. She had no
shame and even usually asked me
to go buy her tissue for cleaning
up, right after a f--k session –
herself and the pleased man stark
naked and beaming with smiles. It
was that bad. So when I eventually
got pregnant (at a tender age of
16), she didn’t do exactly like most
moms. She didn’t ask about who
was responsible; even though I
couldn’t have had anyone I could
have picked as responsible despite
the zillion men I f----d. She only
brought me back home after a
nurse-friend of hers had confirmed
it, and served me dinner. But later
that night she wept bitterly.
Leaning into my shoulder and
shedding a lot of tears. She
lamented so much that night that
I thought she was going to go
mad. She cried and asked for
forgiveness. Blaming herself for
my state and promising to do
better as a mother from that
moment. But that didn’t exactly
happen as she handed me over to
a close friend of hers in a far away
state just as my belly began to
grow. I never met mom again and
she never called or wrote. It was a
bitter end to an already rotten
relationship. Having known no dad
(my dad left mom before I was
born), I suddenly knew nothing
about the love a man can have for
a lady and the much I thought my
mom had for me, fizzled away with
her.
Chike came into my life just after I
had arrived my new abode. He was
a reckless 20 year old cousin to the
lady (Mama Jonah) who was now
taking care of me. He started
frequenting Mama Jonah’s place
and just like every other guy, his
aim was just my body. He kept
telling me about how beautiful I
was even in pregnancy and how he
has never stopped imagining me
naked. This continued and soon I
found myself longing for him too.
Having been without sex for over
6months, my p---y was the first
to yell out for the dude’s touch
each time he arrived and before
we could put our names on a line,
we had already started f-----g our
brains out!! In pregnancy, and at
just 16, I was having sex with
Chike every day until my delivery
was close. Being inexperienced, I
was initially scared of what could
happen, but later learnt from
some of the street girls that
eventually became my friends that
it was just fine to go on.
My delivery gave me a girl. And
she looked so so much like mom! It
was painfully pleasant as I always
cried each time I found myself
likening her face to her grandma.
We grew together and soon began
looking like sisters. Mama Jonah
had suggested that I leave the girl
with her while I pursued a life in
Lagos. Her plan was to make sure
the girl does not get to know that I
was her mother but I refused. I
wanted to remain with her as she
was the only thing I had. Mama
Jonah accepted this and in no
time, I was schooling with her. But
before this, Mama Jonah married
me to Chike who equally had no
parents. This was a secret
agreement as she never wanted
anybody to know about it. It
became a serious marriage once
Chika began making money on his
own. He was always following
drivers for daily jobs and was
always lucky to make little money
to bring home. He began getting
responsible and soon started
buying things for me. I knew at
that stage that I was actually in
love with him and on my 21st
birthday, I moved out with him as
well as my daughter from Mama
Jonah’s place. We moved to Lagos
where he was offered a driving job
for a bottling firm despite his
young age of 25. I was now exactly
married in spite of being of
different tribal backgrounds (he is
Ibo). The most important things to
me was that he cared for me and
then that he was also the best
f--k I had ever known! We f----d
everyday! And I mean everyday!
He had a pretty big d--k. A d--k
which wasn’t exactly long but very
fat and thick! He would f--k me
with that thing until I began
screaming for help (not help really
but…I was always going to feel
like I’d tear apart), scratching his
back and clawing his buttocks! I
was absolutely loving Chike and he
loved me too.