The old lady tsked as she accidentally dropped a stitch in her knitting. She had been preoccupied with thoughts of Mandla and his marriage, still yet to bear fruit in the form of children. Children to secure the family legacy. She had brought up Mandla as his nanny and considered him like a grandson, and he referred to her, as a sign of respect, as “Gogo”. She thought of her grand daughter-in-law; a nubile, well proportioned young lady with a coffee-toned complexion. Full, pert breasts, wide childbearing hips and a narrow waist. She had been pivotal in arranging this match and was certain that her grandson had been pleased with her choice for a wife for him.

“Gogo?” a voice interrupted her musings, “can I please bring you a cup of tea?” It was S’phesihle, her grand daughter-in-law.

“Yes, please, my child.” She watched as she walked away, with her hips swaying side to side as she headed towards the kitchen. That was when she decided that she would get to the bottom of this.

“Thank you, my child,” she said as her gnarly hands reached out for the cup being offered by S’phesihle, “sit down, Mtukulu, I’d like to talk with you.”

S’phesihle, surprised by Gogo’s request, gingerly sat down on the floor at her feet as a sign of respect. She toyed nervously with the hem of her skirt. Gogo, her husband’s former nanny, had always been pleasant with her and particularly doting towards her husband, Mandla.

“My child, how has it been since you joined this family? Are we still treating you well?” she inquired in a soft, gentle voice.

“Yes, Gogo, I am very happy to be here and everyone has welcomed me warmly into the family,” S’phesihle responded with a smile.

“And Mandla, is he servicing you well in the bedroom?”

S’phesihle gasped in shock, “Yes, G-g-gogo” she stammered weakly.

“You can tell me, my child. I am very concerned because you are not pregnant yet.”

Tears of embarrassment welled in S’phesihle’s eyes as she recalled the last sexual encounter she had with her husband. He had battled to get an erection and her attempts to stimulate and arouse him with her hands and mouth had been met with anger and derision.

“Uyifundze’phi lentfo, S’phesihle? Who taught how to suck cock?” He rolled over, presenting his back to her in rejection and fell into a deep sleep. S’phesihle, deeply frustrated and incredibly in need for sexual release waited until he started to snore before she trailed her hand down between her legs to find her clit throbbing, desperate for some rubbing.

She dipped her forefinger into her honey pot which had started to well up with her sweet nectar. Brought it to her mouth to taste what her impotent husband was missing out on. She pushed her hand under the blanket again and this time dragged it across her pulsating love button and started to circle around it repeatedly as her breathing started to get increasingly shallow. She pinched it and then flicked at it. She then started rubbing it with growing urgency as she sprinted towards the inevitable end. She tried to keep as quiet as possible but at the pinnacle of her orgasm she let out the tiniest of squeals that sounded to anyone who may have heard, like the squeak of a bed spring. She had become an expert in silent self pleasuring. Or so she thought.

Mandla felt the furious movements under the blanket and smelled the musky sweetness of S’phesihle’s pussy fill the air. He also heard her squeak as she came. His eyes filled with tears as he chastised himself for failing to step up to the plate with regards to pleasing his wife sexually.. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“What’s wrong, my child?” S’phesihle was yanked back to the present as Gogo kept pressing for the truth.

“Gogo, Mandla battles with keeping an erection long enough to enter me and fill me with his seed. That is why I am still yet to become pregnant. I have tried to help him but he gets angry and goes to sleep without fulfilling his duty.” The tears were flowing freely now. She wiped at them with her skirt.

“Shhhh, my child, come and kneel before me.” S’phesihle complied with Gogo’s instruction and was shocked as Gogo reached forward to cup S’phesihle’s breasts in both of her wrinkled hands. She squeezed them firmly as if testing an avocado for ripeness. S’phesihle felt her nipples harden as a reaction and Gogo, feeling the telltale stiffening, pinched them hard and smiled a toothless smile at the audible gasp S’phesihle gave in response.

“You’re ovulating, my child, it is time. Tonight I will visit both of you and help you resolve your problem.”

“Yes, Gogo.” S’phesihle got up shakily and walked away to sit in the kitchen and ponder about what had just happened.

Mandla woke up with a start to the feeling of a mouth around his penis, sucking and slobbering all over it.

“Damn it, S’phesihle, leave me alone!” However, the mouth was relentless and he felt his cock stiffen and grow. That mouth felt familiar but it was toothless. He felt gums rubbing up and down his now turgid prick.

“Gogo! What are you doing?” He yelled in shock. He glanced around and saw S’phesihle furiously rubbing her clit and finger fucking herself on the chair by the bed as she watched his Gogo give him a gummy job. He heard the wet, squelching sounds coming from her cunt as she pleasured herself in front of him and his nanny.

“I’m smoking my pipe, my child,” as she carried on slobbing his stiff pipe, “remember the game we used to play when you started to grow into manhood?”

He remembered, all right. His cock was ligwayi la Gogo, his grandmother’s pipe and she used to smoke it every time he made the mistake of exposing himself in her presence. And he enjoyed it. He groaned as Gogo fondled his balls while moving her mouth up and down his knobkerrie. He felt his balls tighten and the familiar hot rush of sperm rising from slumber. Gogo felt it too and immediately motioned for S’phesihle to lie down on the bed. She dutifully did as directed and spread her legs wide open.

Gogo released Mandla’s cock from her gummy mouth to his dismay. He groaned, “Gogo, please don’t stop.”

“Mandla, my child, it is time to do you're duty for the family. Mount your wife, fill her with your seed.”

He mounted her like a stallion mounts a broodmare and let out a guttural groan at the slick feeling of his wife’s snatch. He sank in slowly, inch by hard inch, and heard S’phesihle’s desperate moan. He began to thrust with purpose, punctuating each stab with a grunt. He suddenly felt a wet finger invade his ass, it was his nanny rubbing and milking his prostate. He went into overdrive and pummeled his wife with his throbbing prick until he felt the steaming heat of his seed pulsate out of his organ and fill his wife’s pussy. He let out a howl as S’phesihle screamed in unison, as she too reached her own orgasmic peak. He collapsed in a heap on top of her while dragging in his breath in desperate gasps.

“Ngiyabonga, Myeni wami, thank you, my husband,” S’phesihle said satedly.

Gogo took her leave, “Good night, my children, nilale kahle, batukulu bami”, as she wiped the drool off her face with a handkerchief, satisfied that the family’s legacy had been protected........../