Read Nkechi's story:
Nkechi, a divorced mother of three boys was at work when Benson, her partner rang her mobile. âI need to talk to you urgentlyâ, he said. âWhat for?â joked Nkechi, âcanât wait till we both get home?â âThis is serious darling,â Benson said, âI donât want you to hear this from any of the boys.
Last night, when Christabel stayed over at the guest room she had sex with Chrisâ. âYouâve got to be jokingâ, Nkechi gasped. Chris was her eldest, and only 17, and her friend from college was 42, also divorced.
Nkechi went on: âBenson explained that while both of us were asleep, Christabel had encouraged Chris and his 15-year old brother to have some beer with her. When Benson got up to use the loo, he said he heard moaning noises coming from the guest room where Christabel was supposed to be sleeping. Heâd peeped to find her in bed with my son. As soon as she saw Ben, she acted shocked and spluttered she couldnât believe she had a 17-year-old lad in her bed!
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âI was furious. Blood boiling, I punched Christabelâs number. Could the nightmare be real? My so-called friend has had sex with my school-boy son under my roof? How sick can you get? When she picked up, I confronted her straight away. `Youâre disgustingâ, I howled. `You were supposed to be my friend and not my sonâs rapistâ. But she denied everything. `We didnât really sleep togetherâ, she whined. `He was abit tipsy from the beer we all had in my room and I remember kissing him. We were both drunkâ. `How do you think I feel?â, I yelled at her. `A woman of your age with your tongue down my poor boyâs throat!â `It didnât mean anythingâ she said flatly. `You know Iâm uncontrollable when Iâve had a drinkâ.
âWhat type of an irresponsible woman was she? She didnât even understand that what she did was wrong. `If that was me doing that to your son, what would you do?â I asked her. `I would fxxxing kill youâ, she told me honestly. `Donât you think you owe me an apology?â But she refused. `Iâm not saying sorry for something Iâve not doneâ, she fired back then hung up. How I went through the rest of the day at work, I wouldnât know. As soon as my son came back from school, I confronted him. He felt really embarrassed and told me he was too drunk to remember what happened. I knew he was lying, but he looked so vulnerable I didnât have the heart to make him feel worse than he already did.
âThings came to a head when one of Chrisâs friendâs mum called me. Apparently Chris had been bragging to his friends at school that he was now sleeping with a sugar mummy. This time around, Chris couldnât deny what heâd already bragged about. I told him it wasnât his fault he was corrupted by this shameless woman and he must tell me what really happened. He told me that, as well as having full sex, Christabel had performed a sex act on him. She even made him spilt in her mouth. As he described the explicit act, I felt myself growing angrier. That woman had used my poor son as her sex object. True my son had consented but sheâd taken advantage of his naivety and curiosity about sex. He was only 17 for Godâs sake â just a little boy.
âI assured Chris that what happened wasnât his fault. She was the adult â he was 17 and she 43, 26 years younger than her! I thought my children would be safe in the company of a mum like Christabel â I was wrong. Quickly, I spread the news of what sheâd done to my son amongst our friends and my ears almost got bent with tales of her sexual escapade. That type of nympho shouldnât be allowed into any home with a young man in it. Iâll never forgive her. If you canât trust another mum with your children, who can you trust?"