Nkem My Sweet Boy... 1

My name is Felicia, Felicia Obi, I was Felicia Oko until I met and married Ikemba Obi, I was a secretary working for an agency. I was sent to this company to stand in for a secretary who had fell ill, it was initially to be for two weeks, she didn't return when expected, so I was extended for another two weeks, which got extended to four more weeks, that in itself got lengthened to three months.


Then the girl who I had replaced called and said she wasn't coming back, so I was offered a permanent position, because I now knew the job inside out. So I happily accepted. But it caused a little bit of consternation and mutterings from women and others that had been there longer than I, and probably had more experience, I voiced these concerns to my now permanent boss, Mr Ikemba Obi.

He quelled any sort of rebellion immediately by issuing a memo to the effect that I was his new PA, and he was sure all would make me welcome and part of the team, we would all pull together etc etc. Eventually it did settle, I made friends, good friends too, life for me couldn't have turned out better. I was a fully qualified secretary, business studies at college, degree and so on.

My boss Ikemba, (in private only) Mr Obi, was a dream to work for, clever, unassuming, quiet but thorough, demanding where necessary, and authoritive in his own way, if he told someone to do something, including me, it got done! I was so happy; I couldn't wait to get up on a morning and got to work. My job was a hard one, make no mistake, I was kept busy I can tell you that!

I took minutes at meetings that were scrutinized to the nth degree, and if Ikemba didn't like them, I was told in no uncertain terms to do them again and properly, I had to organize his working time table, his meetings, his appointments, draft and type his letters, communiqués and so on. And help out where I could if necessary in the general office.

I was in a well paid job, and my future looked secure. About 4 months into my job Ikemba told me he was going away to a conference in Munich and that he wanted me to accompany him, all expenses paid, for a week, would I consider it please, were his words. Would I consider it? Would I consider it! NO! It had been considered, YES!

Here I was, a 27 year old lady working for a man like my boss, and being taken away for a week to work in Munich!  Germany! Europe! Abroad! It was fantastic, the hours were long; we worked all day, and then had a dinner, then more work until midnight sometimes. But we had time for some sight seeing, so all in all it was lovely, I enjoyed it immensely too.

The reason for the trip to Munich was to try and win a really big contract, and 2 weeks after our return, it was announced that we had got it, celebrations all round.

I was now starting to get to know Ikemba really well, it transpired that his wife had died very sadly giving birth to a son, Nkem, he had hired help, rarely went out at night because his time was taken up with bringing Nkem up, I was taken aback with the admiration I felt for him.

Ikemba is 40 years old and Nkem is 17, and 1 month after we won the contract, Ikemba asked me out on a date, not a date in his words, just dinner as a thank you to me for doing what I do.

Anyway, that dinner turned into others, which turned into a romance, it was kept quiet from our colleagues, as long as possible, but then one Friday night, Ikemba proposed, he wasn't looking for a surrogate mum for Nkem he said, he wanted to marry me because he had fallen in love with me.

I had already fallen in love with him, but would never have spoken of it, for fear of compromising my position at work.

We spoke of the 13 year age difference and agreed it didn't have any bearing on us. I had met Nkem many times by now and he was a wonderfully adjusted young man and a credit to his dad. So we set a date for 3 months hence. The wedding was a blast, we had a great time, and we all, Nkem too, went on honeymoon to the Caribbean, it was fabulous, and no, Nkem didn't once get in the way. He was too busy trying it on with the girls he was meeting to bother us, we both found it very funny, and very heart warming. He was almost 18 now, and finding his "feet" sexually as it were.

We returned from honeymoon, and went back to normal? Being in the same house as your husband and boss, took some getting used to, ordering him about became a joke between us, but life was really good. Nkem continued his education, I helped him, his dad helped him, and he was preparing for post UME in one of the universities.

We also moved house because I always felt a little uncomfortable in the house he had shared with his wife, Ikemba understood how I felt so away we went.

I haven't told you about me yet have I? Felicia Obi, I've told you, I am 5ft 5 inches, long dark hair, its soft and silky, large brown eyes, button nose, full lips, the upper one being slightly larger than the lower one, which I like. I know I am good looking without being beautiful, but I can hold my own against most other women. Full figured, large sensitive nipples, nice legs, small feet. I love all the womanly things, silk and lace.

My problems started as Nkem grew older, he was coming up 18 I had stopped working as both Ikemba and I agreed I didn't need to, and to be honest the thought of my days filled with nothing was a feeling I liked, although nothing isn't what I do, I'm a full time mum, and house wife now.

He had a stream of girl friends, he was a heart stopper where the ladies were concerned, always calling him up, coming round to the house to see him etc etc. So good looking too, 5ft 11 inches tall, fit as a hunters dog, I have seen photos of his mum, she was a beauty so, mixed with his dad, the world, and ladies were at his feet.

But little things started happening, at first I thought it was my imagination, he would "accidentally" brush up against me, panties were missing, he would ask to photo me, in serious poses, all sorts of things. Sitting real close to me on the sofa. Then he started touching me in sensuous ways, it was hard to define it so I never mentioned it to his dad.


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