#Read&Shared#
I am okay financially, living well and self made. I met Halima on a trip to Dubai.
Hai! Halima is beautiful. Her smooth flawless skin, her dove shaped innocent eyes, her well rounded figure! Kai! Allah! Halima is an Egyptian goddess. I couldn’t withstand the bulge that greeted my zipline as I watched Halima saunter her way passed the queue with her luggage.
I hurried to her and after a few quick jokes she gave me her number. We started to talk and I realised that Halima owns a fashion school here in Maitama. I went there and was impressed by how classy the place was. Halima looked as splendid as ever and while we talked all I could think about was how our lips would feel locked together.
Her father is late, he died eight years ago, so I was eager to see the woman that single handedly made Halima into the wonder that she was. And I was not too surprised. Halima’s mother was as stunning, or even more stunning than Halima. Her wrinkle free, milky white skin would make even the most reverent of reverends rethink his vows. Her luscious well formed lips. Her long flowing natural hair, like a million tears have held their hands, just to cry again. I got married to Halima in one of the spacious chapels in central Abuja, and my world was joyous.
After our first daughter was borne, Halima’s mother decided to come live with us for a while. I was impressed by how even at forty eight, she was quite trendy and chic.
We developed a good rapport and all was fine…Till Halima’s mum started making passes at me.
I started noticing how she touches me, long lingering touches that suggest more than what they at first glance, would imply.
Nowadays, whenever Halima is not home she would wear a short towel and sit in the parlour, opposite me, her open thighs spreading now and then.
Recently, towel clad and wearing nothing within, she came and sat in my laps and asked me to rub her, complaining about how it ached.
I am trying my best to respect myself but the temptation is becoming unbearable and I don’t know how to tell Halima about this.
What if she doesn’t believe me? Afterall it’s her mother for God’s sake! Yesterday, she ran out of the bathroom naked, screaming that she saw a rat. I checked thoroughly and there was nothing.
People, What should I do?

Seduce her back!!!!

Ladycloud:
Seduce her back!!!!

You just spoke my mind!

Ladycloud:
Seduce her back!!!!

Hmmmn...so if ur fada-in-law reason u...u sef go _____??

U self no get work? Why be say na only u nd Halima mama go always dey house alone together.

Imagine everyone on Nairaland is watching you, what would you have done?

0ubenji:

Hmmmn...so if ur fada-in-law reason u...u sef go _____??

she just said the truth na. This ur story no need make person reason am at all. Anyway u try for the story, hope u get blog wey u go dey post am abi na nairaland here all of them dey.

Send me her contact so i can confirm and investigate

Op...I don't know say we watch d film together in the cinema b4 PHCN take light

The film pain me...I need to know d end too

Anyway continue lieing jare

Oche211:

she just said the truth na. This ur story no need make person reason am at all. Anyway u try for the story, hope u get blog wey u go dey post am abi na nairaland here all of them dey.

http://www.yabaleftonline.com/2016/07/please-help-my-wifes-mother-seduces-me/
U can withold ur apology, if at all..u maturedly have one to offer thereafter.
Cc: olaleks007, stobery, Fajs

I smell lies hmmmmmmm make I confirm from ifa and get back to you

So...who read that?

Kong her sharply....notin do u

Chop am clean mouth...

macho44:
You just spoke my mind!

my dear... I don't even understand the reason y the thread was created

0ubenji:

http://www.yabaleftonline.com/2016/07/please-help-my-wifes-mother-seduces-me/
U can withold ur apology, if at all..u maturedly have one to offer thereafter.
Cc: olaleks007, stobery, Fajs

Op, i would ve gladly apologise if the dudes saying the story was truely u.
U come dey bring yabaleft link come give me make i apologise as if no be blog.
Dude, i mention blog in my comment nd u lift the story 4rm a blog. Stories like this one are meant for the blogs.
Since u aint Halima's husband, i take d story as that of a traffic seeking blogger.
So No Apology.

op go and sleep its late.. lets talk 2mro ya

Sorry but your Wife is in a better position to help you out
Congrats in advance

0ubenji:
#Read&Shared#

I am okay financially, living well and self made. I met
Halima on a trip to Dubai.

Hai! Halima is beautiful. Her smooth flawless skin, her
dove shaped innocent eyes, her well rounded figure! Kai!
Allah! Halima is an Egyptian goddess.
I couldn’t withstand the bulge that greeted my zipline as I
watched Halima saunter her way passed the queue with
her luggage.

I hurried to her and after a few quick jokes she gave me
her number. We started to talk and I realised that Halima
owns a fashion school here in Maitama.
I went there and was impressed by how classy the place
was. Halima looked as splendid as ever and while we
talked all I could think about was how our lips would feel
locked together.

Her father is late, he died eight years ago, so I was eager
to see the woman that single handedly made Halima into
the wonder that she was. And I was not too surprised.
Halima’s mother was as stunning, or even more stunning
than Halima. Her wrinkle free, milky white skin would
make even the most reverent of reverends rethink his
vows. Her luscious well formed lips. Her long flowing
natural hair, like a million tears have held their hands,
just to cry again. I got married to Halima in one of the
spacious chapels in central Abuja, and my world was
joyous.

After our first daughter was borne, Halima’s mother
decided to come live with us for a while. I was impressed
by how even at forty eight, she was quite trendy and chic.

We developed a good rapport and all was fine…Till
Halima’s mum started making passes at me.

I started noticing how she touches me, long lingering
touches that suggest more than what they at first glance,
would imply.

Nowadays, whenever Halima is not home she would wear
a short towel and sit in the parlour, opposite me, her
open thighs spreading now and then.

Recently, towel clad and wearing nothing within, she came
and sat in my laps and asked me to rub her, complaining
about how it ached.

I am trying my best to respect myself but the temptation
is becoming unbearable and I don’t know how to tell
Halima about this.

What if she doesn’t believe me? Afterall it’s her mother for
God’s sake! Yesterday, she ran out of the bathroom
naked, screaming that she saw a rat. I checked thoroughly
and there was nothing.

People, What should I do?

Plant a camera and convince halima.

Let the video evidence be thoroughly convincing like 2 or 3 clips.

The way you describe some details got me a little sceptical but I personally can't judge without seeing a picture at least of this mother in-law of yours. And if it's true try not to do IT coz I guarantee it's something you're gonna really regret. Encourage her to join nairaland, we'll be waiting.

nollywood story

Splendid script. When will you be releasing the film?

This your story get as e be oooo! I dey come make i pis for backyard!

.

u need to give her wan she wan

Pray for Grace & Let her daughter know..you still need to avoid her like plagues