Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Uncle Mike
   By Pussywillow
   Mg, cons
   Can you imagine what it's like for a little girl to eventually discover
her own sexuality and what it might mean to others around her?
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   My name is Nancy, and I remember when I asked mother why I didn't have a
daddy like all of my girlfriends had.  She then said that my daddy was
killed in the Great War, and that my uncle Mike was also wounded and sent
back to the states.
   Of course, I wasn't even born yet when my daddy left, and all I ever
really remembered was just Uncle Mike.
   Although I thought that he wasn't the best looking man in the world, he
was very athletic looking, and I certainly loved him better than anybody in
the whole world except possibly mom.
   Uncle Mike would often come to visit us, and when he did, I just loved
to get up on his lap so that he would read me a book or help me learn how
to read, and then afterwards, he would just cuddle with me.  Of course,
being a girl who loved to read, I also loved being cuddled by uncle Mike. I
don't know how to describe it, but he made me feel just like I was in a
great big lovable cocoon with his arms all wrapped around me, hugging me -
seemingly protecting me from all of the dangers of the outside world.
   Because uncle Mike helped me to read so well, I remember when I entered
into the first grade, most of the other kids in my class still couldn't
read, and the teacher told me that I read even better than most of the
sixth graders.  So when she was teaching the rest of the class how to read,
she would give me a book geared more towards the high school level and let
me read all by myself in the back of the room.
   ~~~~~~~~~~~
   But one day to my great dismay, uncle Mike had to move away, and I
missed him terribly.
   Mom said that because he worked as a chef in a restaurant, he was given
a real good job offer in another city that he couldn't refuse.
   I also remembered back then that all of us girls always wore those real
short dresses that were in style, and of course, I did also.  I guess it
was a fashion that was probably started by Shirley Temple back in the
thirties and all of our mothers thought that we all looked real cute in
them by showing as much of our legs as possible.  I remember that most of
the dresses were so short that if we did anything other than just stand,
our panties would always be showing.  So being a normal active
seven-year-old girl, my panties were always showing anyway no matter what I
was doing just like all the rest of my girl friends.  But because we were
all dressed more or less the same way, we never really gave it any thought
other than it being very normal for us young girls to always have our
panties showing.
   One day, after I had turned eight, I was most elated that Uncle Mike
finally moved back again, and this time, he moved even closer to us into
our own neighborhood.
   I was so glad to have him back because he seemed just like a daddy to
me, and I could once again sit on his lap while he cuddled me and read
books to me.
   This time, he came over several times a week, and I felt like we were
just like a real family again - every time that he came over that is.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   I remember when I was almost nine; I was in his lap as usual when he
decided to play like he was tickling me.  Of course, he did this to me
quite often because I really loved having him do it to me.  Only this time
was different.
   Of course, he never really tickled me, it was just his voice and the way
he waved his hands all around that would get me screaming and squealing
just like he was absolutely torturing me, and of course, I was always
trying to protect myself as best as I could from his 'threatening' fingers.
From the way that I carried on, you would think that he was trying to kill
me when all he was doing was just barely touching me.  But I loved every
second of it anyway, and quite often I thought that it was so much fun that
I would even keep goading him on to do it to me more.
   Well anyway, this one day I was on my back on the couch with my legs
folded up over my stomach to try to protect myself from his wildly flying
fingers when I felt his fingers run lightly all over the backs of my
thighs.
   When he did that, I felt a real very funny feeling, sort of like a
tickle or something way up inside my pee-pee - just like I needed to have
my pee-pee rubbed in order to try to soothe that funny itch or feeling that
I felt inside of me.
   But he soon quit doing that to me because it was time for us to eat
dinner, and I remember sitting there at the table trying to eat dinner
while my pee-pee still had this real funny feeling in it, and I kept
sliding all around on the chair trying somehow to ease that tickle a little
bit.
   Later that night when I went to bed, I finally got the chance to really
rub my peepee with my fingers, and as I rubbed it, I felt real funny
feelings way up inside of my pee-pee that felt real weird but real good,
and the more that I rubbed, the better it felt until all of a sudden I felt
something that felt like a great big wonderful explosion of feelings way
down there inside my pee-pee that seemed to just hold me in it's grip for
several seconds before it finally went away.
   Afterwards, after I had recovered, I said to myself, 'WOW!' as I
realized that that itch or funny feeling seemed to be no longer there, and
I now just laid there with my whole body feeling so good and so refreshed
and so relaxed that I quickly drifted off to sleep.
   As I continued to do that to myself, it seemed to give me the greatest
feelings ever, especially when I gave myself that real wonderful explosion
of feelings.  Then afterwards, my whole body would have this great feeling
of euphoria for some time afterwards.
   Now each time that uncle Mike came over, I realized that just sitting in
his lap seemed to make my pee-pee get that real funny feeling, and I could
hardly wait for him to tickle me again so he could make that itch way up
inside of my pee-pee grow and grow again.  Then later on, I would have to
go into my bedroom and rub my pee-pee to try to satisfy that itch or funny
feeling that was inside of my pee-pee.
   Now, week after week that uncle Mike came over, the main thing that I
wanted to do was to sit in his lap and have him hug and cuddle and tickle
me just to make my peepee felt real funny again.  Then afterwards, I would
go into my bedroom and rub my peepee to soothe all of those funny tensions
that he had built up inside of me.
   Quite often, I realized that the crotch of my panties was even getting
wet from all of those feelings that he was giving me.  At that time, I
really didn't know where the wetness came from because I certainly didn't
have to pee, nor did it even smell like pee.
   But as he continued to play with me, I soon realized that I was more and
more getting an urge inside of wanting him to rub me down there in order to
soothe that funny itch or feeling that I was getting down there, so I began
to wish that there was some way that I could actually get him to rub my
pee-pee for me.  Oh that would really be good if I could just get him to do
it for me somehow.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   It all came to a head one day when I was cuddled up on uncle Mike's lap
as usual with my feet on the couch.
   Mom had to go to the store.  So as soon as mom left, I had Uncle Mike
tickle me.
   After I had pulled my legs up against me so that he couldn't tickle my
stomach, I felt him rub his fingers all around my thighs on the back of my
legs as I started to feel my pee-pee again feel real funny with that funny
tickle or feeling again.  As those feelings kept getting stronger, I now
had that real great urge for Uncle Mike to actually rub my pee-pee for me
in order to try to soothe that tickle inside me.
   So when I could, I pushed his hand over so that his fingers were
actually touching my panty-covered pee-pee.
   As soon as he realized just where I had pushed his fingers, he quickly
took them away.  So I pleaded, "Please Uncle Mike, rub me there.  Please?"
   I knew that he could see my whole panty-covered crotch with my legs
spread wide apart that way, and when he heard my request, I saw him
hesitate for a moment before he said, "No Nancy, I can't do that." Oh, was
I disappointed, but I pleaded again, "Oh please Uncle Mike, please?  I
won't tell anyone.  I promise.  Please?"
   After a moment, I finally felt his fingers again press against my panty
covered pee-pee as he said, "You mean right here?"
   Oh, it felt so awesome to feel his fingers down there that I felt all
sorts of those wonderful sexual feelings go all through me that seemed to
try to sooth that itch I had while I wrapped my arms around his neck and
replied, "Oh yes, right there.  Please!"
   As I felt his fingers continue to rub up and down against my
panty-covered peepee, I thought that I was now in seventh heaven as I
hugged myself to him very tightly.
   Oh, I couldn't believe just how good that felt to have Uncle Mike do
that for me, and as he rubbed, I could feel those real funny weird feelings
way down inside my peepee start to grow and grow, and the more they grew,
the more I wanted him to keep on rubbing as I felt the most wonderful
feelings that I had ever felt before, seem to grow more and more.
   Soon, it started to feel so good that I just had to wiggle around and
hump against his fingers while I hugged his neck even tighter until all of
a sudden I felt like I was in absolute heaven as I suddenly felt this huge
sexual explosion of fantastic feelings way down inside my pee-pee just grip
me in it's spell, and I felt like I was in absolute ecstasy as I could even
feel strange muscles somewhere down inside of me contract and contract over
and over for several seconds before it finally all started to go away
again, and as it did so, I finally felt that great euphoria of wonderful
relief come all over me, and I just went limp in his arms.
   Then I heard him say, "Wow, you sure had a good one there.  Did it feel
that good?"
   I smiled as I replied, "Oh wow!  It sure did.  Do that again."
   Again I felt his fingers rub against my panty-covered pee-pee, and again
I felt those wonderful feelings start to grow again.  As I sat there in his
lap with my arms squeezing his neck, I now realized that I felt like I was
now the happiest girl in the whole world as he slowly brought me up higher
and higher as I, very excitedly, wiggled myself all around again while I
hugged myself to his neck very tightly.
   As I writhed around enjoying those fantastic feelings that he was giving
me, I realized that those feelings soon felt so good that I felt that
explosion of feelings again grip me in it's spell once again, And I again
felt like I was in absolute ecstasy again as I seemed to just freeze there
for many seconds while I felt those strange muscles way down inside my
pee-pee contract over and over again.
   Then when I felt it start to leave me, I again collapsed back into uncle
Mike's lap just like a rag doll.
   As I finally recovered, I said, "Oh uncle Mike, that was the best
feeling ever.  Oh I love you so much."
   I then heard him reply, "Oh Nancy, I should have never done that to you.
I feel so guilty and ashamed for doing it that I could just die, but I just
couldn't help myself.  You see, after my girlfriend heard that I was
missing in action, she went and married someone else, and I have never been
able to find another girl to take her place since then."
   As I heard his story, I realized that he really was a very lonely
person, and that's when I realized that's why he always came over to visit
mother and me so much.  But no matter what, I really liked what he did to
me.  So I replied, "Oh please Uncle Mike, please don't feel guilty.  I love
you, and I really loved what you did to me.  It felt so wonderful that I
love you even all the more."
   Then I felt him just hold me and cuddle me until mom came home again.
   This time as we ate dinner, I didn't need to squirm all around on my
chair as my pee-pee now felt really quite well satisfied.  That night as I
laid in bed, I just caressed my pee-pee because it still felt so wonderful
from what he did to me.
   ~~~~~~~~~~~
   Now each time that uncle Mike came over, and if mom was going to be out
of the room or if she went somewhere, I continued to have him rub my
pee-pee while I hugged him.
   I soon got so used to having Uncle Mike rubbing my pee-pee through my
panties, that one time when mom went to the store, I decided to take them
off and let him rub my naked pee-pee for me.
   This time, when he put his fingers on my now bare pee-pee, it felt so
different and so much more sensitive, and when he rubbed me there, I found
that my sexual excitement came so much quicker and greater, and my real
good feelings were also so much stronger and greater.  So from then on I
would now always drop my panties before I had him rub me there.
   One day while mom was at the store, I decided to go even further.  In my
excitement, I even took all of my clothes off for Uncle Mike, and this time
it felt so wild and wonderful to sit in his lap completely naked that I
could hardly believe it.
   After he had rubbed my pee-pee for a bit, he said, "I bet I know
something that will really make you feel good."
   I didn't know what in the world could be much better than him rubbing my
peepee with his fingers.  But I soon found out after he had me lie down on
the couch and he got his head in-between my legs.  He then started licking
my pee-pee with both his mouth and tongue.
   Oh wow, after he got his tongue going against my pee-pee down there, it
felt just out of this world, and he continued to give me one real good
feeling after another while I felt his slippery wet mouth and tongue work
all over the most sensitive areas in my peepee.
   I don't remember how many of those real good feelings that he made me
have, but they kept on coming one after the other until he finally lifted
his head back up again.
   Afterwards, he finally told me all about sex, and he even told me all
the names for everything that was down in what he called my pussy.  He even
told me that those real good feelings that I had were called orgasms.
   We were so involved in finding out what everything was that I even asked
him if I could see his.
   After all that we had gone through, I was now really quite excited to
have a chance to see his because I had been really quite curious on what a
man's pee-pee really looked like for sometime now.
   So I excitedly watched as he dropped his pants and underpants, and sat
back down on the couch so that I could examine his equipment.
   When I first saw his huge thing sticking up in the air, I was really
quite shocked about how big it was and what it all looked like.
   Having never seen a man's or even a boy's thing before, I really didn't
know what to expect.  But I knew that a male's thing was mostly external
because when mom took me to the beach a few times, I could see those large
lumps in the men's bathing suits.
   As I continued staring at that huge pole of his sticking out from
in-between his legs, I moved closer until I was able to touch it.
   As I finally but very cautiously touched it, I heard him say, "Don't be
afraid, go on and touch it.  It won't bite you."
   I finally grasped it in both of my hands and slowly moved my fingers all
over it's very soft exterior as I both saw and felt the bulbous head of it
with a little slit on the end of it, and the soft skin behind it that moved
so freely.
   As I gave it another squeeze, I heard uncle Mike say, "Oh my God, here
it comes." And at that moment, I felt a whole bunch of milky white liquid
hit me right under the chin and on the chest.
   Right then, I saw uncle Mike grab my panties that were laying there, and
quickly caught the second bunch of liquid.  He finally had my panties
against his thing, and that prevented him from making any more of a mess
with his pee-pee.
   He then quickly took me into the bathroom where he started to clean up
all of that gooey stuff from my body and his thing.
   While we were in there, he explained all about his thing that he called
his dick, and he explained all about that gooey stuff that came out of his
dick.  I knew from the looks of it that it certainly wasn't pee, so he
explained about how it was supposed to be used for making babies.
   As he kept on explaining all about sex to me, we heard mom's car in the
driveway, so I rushed into the living room to get my clothes, and made a
beeline to my bedroom before mom came through the door.
   Wow, that was close.  I knew that we were doing things to each other
that we really weren't supposed to be doing, but to me, it was so exciting
to do it with uncle Mike that I just couldn't understand why everyone
thought that it was so bad.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   A few days later, we had another chance to have some more sexual fun
with each other.
   We decided to play it real smart now.  So I went into my bedroom and got
undressed while he went into the bathroom.
   I finally got onto naked uncle Mike's lap in the living room, and I
thought oh how exciting it was to be cuddled by him with both of us being
so completely naked.  It felt so nice and bold and fantastic that I
wondered why the world we had never done this before.
   As I felt him put his hand on my pussy, I grasped his hard dick, and
felt oh how naughty and fun it was to feel his fingers rub against my pussy
while I squeezed his big hard dick for him as we kissed.
   Finally, he laid me down on the couch, and I watched as his head went
inbetween my legs again.
   Oh his mouth and tongue felt just as wonderful as last time, and he kept
me in a state of almost continuous orgasms as I felt both his mouth and
tongue slurping all around down there against my pussy.
   Finally he had to come up for air, but that was all right.  By that
time, he had given me enough orgasms to last for a week.
   Then he picked me up and set me on his lap and cuddled me to him again.
   A moment later as I felt his hard dick still pressing against me, I
thought about all of the sexual pleasure that he had given me with his
mouth and tongue.  So I asked, "Do all men do that to women?" He thought
for a moment, and then answered, "Well, I don't know exactly, but I will
say that quite a few do." Do women ever do that to men?" "Yeah, some do and
some don't.  But I never met a man that would ever turn it down though."
"What happens if a woman does it to a man?" "Well first, she makes him feel
so good that he eventually climaxes, and then he shoots out his semen into
her mouth, and then she probably swallows it." "What does it taste like?"
"I don't rightly know, but it must not be too bad because a lot of women do
it."
   I thought about what he had just told me, and as I moved myself so that
I could look at his huge dick, I thought about what it would be like to
actually put it in my mouth and suck on it because that was what he did to
my pussy.  So the more that I thought about it, it seemed like it would be
a whole lot of real naughty fun.  So then as I thought that I would like to
try it, I asked, "Can I do that to you?" "Oh come on Nancy, you don't mean
that do you?" "Well, you did it to me, so why can't I do that to you?"
"Well, I don't know, but I guess that I certainly won't stop you if you
really want to do it.  But that's quite a lot for such a young girl like
you to do."
   As I squeezed his big hard dick and looked at it, I saw a drop of what
he called precum forming on the head of it.  So I slid off of his lap and
got down on my knees inbetween his legs.
   I wiped off the precum with my arm, and then ran my lips and tongue
around the very end of it before I looked back up at him.  He sure looked
like he was in a state of shock as I saw him staring at me.
   Then I slowly opened my mouth and slipped my lips down over the bulbous
end of his dick while he seemed to be still in that state of shock as he
continued to stare at me.
   As I continued to run my lips and tongue all around the end of his dick
inside my mouth, it felt so soft and yet so hard.
   It was then when I felt him grab my hair real tight, and then I felt a
blast of his cum hit me right in the back of my mouth.
   This startled me so much that it caused me to gag on all of the stuff
that he had just spurted in my mouth, and as I was coughing, I felt even
more and more of his stuff blast into my mouth.  I tried to swallow as much
as I could, but my mouth was suddenly so full that a lot of it even ran
back out of my mouth.
   But I kept on sucking until he finally quit shooting his stuff inside my
mouth.  But then I kept on sucking anyway because I thought that it was so
much fun and so naughty to do so until I felt his dick start to go soft
again.  That's when I raised my head back up and just smiled at him.
   He continued to stare at me as if he was in a state of shock until he
finally said, "Are-are you okay?"
   I smiled and replied, "Did you like what I did?" "Oh God yes Nancy, but
you shouldn't have done that.  Are-Are you all right?"
   I giggled.  Other than getting a mouth full of his cum, I thought that
it was a whole lot of naughty sexual fun for me to actually do that to him.
So I replied, "I'm fine, but did you like what I did?" "Oh God Nancy, that
was the best climax that I ever had in my life.  Why I'll remember it until
the day that I die."
   I finally got up and ran into the bathroom to clean up my face, and then
afterwards, I ran back in and got back on his lap.
   He hugged and caressed me for quite a while until we finally went and
put our clothes back on a little before mother came back home.
   That night as I laid in bed, I reviewed in my mind all the sexual fun
that I had with uncle Mike that day, and I realized that uncle Mike now
could never refuse the opportunity to suck on my pussy, and I know that he
certainly would never refuse the opportunity to let me to suck on his dick
again.
   As I laid there, I realized that sucking on his dick and making him feel
real good, really wasn't all that bad.  I really liked the feeling of the
very erotic naughtiness that I got when I actually had it in my mouth, and
I also liked the naughtiness and the way that it felt in my mouth, and if I
could get my timing correct I bet I could even swallow all of his cum with
no fuss at all.
   Also, I found that his cum didn't taste all that bad, and I guess that
it was just the thought of how gross it seemed was probably why some women
refuse to do it.
   I also realized that when he sucked on my pussy, he most probably got a
taste of pee at first unless I had washed my pussy just before he sucked on
it.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   Uncle Mike and I continued to have our little exciting sexual escapades
whenever mom was gone.  But these tended to be quite infrequent until mom
had her shift changed on her.
   Now that she wasn't going to be home until after nine p.m., she asked
Uncle Mike to look after me until she came home in the evening.
   I thought that this was kinda like asking the fox to guard the henhouse,
and of course Uncle Mike and I both were really thrilled about the turn of
events, because now we could have as much sexual fun as we desired every
night while mom was working.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   One evening after we had satisfied ourselves with having our usual oral
sex with each other, he mentioned that when he and mom were kids, mom had
got in bed with him one morning when they were all alone, and after that,
they had sex with each other whenever they could until he went into the
army.
   As I continued to learn more and more about mom and Uncle Mike, I
realized that because neither one of them were married, they both were
probably pretty lonely.
   So one day, I asked mom, "Why does Uncle Mike live in that apartment
down the street and we live here?"
   She made some excuse about them being brother and sister, and things
like that were just not allowed.
   So I asked, "Why can't he just live here with us?" So mom replied,
"Where would he sleep?" "He can sleep in my bed with me," I replied, "or
maybe in your bed with you." "Oh no honey, that's just not allowed.  What
would others think?" "I don't know," I replied, "but I do know that no one
can see into the house so how would they know unless you told them?" Mom
started to say something, but then she changed her mind and went on into
the kitchen to fix dinner.
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   One night after mom got home, I went to bed as usual, and when I got up
the next morning, I saw Uncle Mike coming out of mom's bedroom and go into
the bathroom.
   During breakfast, I noticed that mom had this funny little smile on her
face, and I figured that Uncle Mike had slept with mom and that they
probably had a little sex together.
   As time went on, I noticed that Uncle Mike started to stay with mom more
and more frequently until one day; Uncle Mike came over with all of his
stuff and just moved in with us.
   Oh how thrilled I was that I now had a daddy.  He wasn't really my
daddy, but he was the next best thing that there was though.
   One morning when none of them had to work and I didn't have to go to
school, I crawled into bed in between them.
   As I laid there, I could feel both mom and Uncle Mike hug me.
   After a bit, I felt Uncle Mike's hand go up underneath my nightgown. 
Then as mom and I hugged, I felt Uncle Mike's fingers rubbing on my pussy.
   He knew that I would never take his hand away from my pussy as long as
no one could see him doing it because he knew that I just loved the feel of
his hand there.
   Oh wow, did that feel weird, having mom hug me while Uncle Mike was
making my pussy feel real good.  Oh!  It felt so erotic to me, that I soon
went into an orgasm that made me squeal and hug mom even tighter.
   Poor mom was at her wits end trying to figure out just what had happened
to me.  She knew that I probably had an orgasm, but she just couldn't
figure out how I had received it.  She knew that Uncle Mike was lying on
the other side of me, but it was way beyond her to think that good ole
Uncle Mike would ever have anything to do with it.  Why he wouldn't dare
touch her precious little daughter sexually would he?
   As I laid there smiling like the not so innocent girl that I was, I
pushed the blanket down, and reached over for Mike's hand and guided it
back to my outstretched legs while mom looked on with horror.  "Oh my God
Nancy, what are you doing?"
   She knew darned well what I was doing as she propped her head up and
watched in mute horror as she saw Mike's fingers again start rubbing
against my pussy.  She watched me as I laid there very peaceably with my
legs spread wide apart, and my arms stretched up over my head, feeling his
fingers massage my clit.
   In the months that Mike and I have been having sex with each other, I
had come to the understanding that to me sex from a very loving partner was
as desired for the body as eating, or drinking, or being loved, and I had
realized that I now could no longer live without sex, especially from Uncle
Mike, any more than I could live without eating, or drinking, or being held
closely by one of the loving members of my family.
   As Mike continued, he knew exactly how to rub me and I soon felt so
sexually excited that I just had to move my hips around and around against
his fingers as I felt myself finally reach that plateau for a moment before
I finally went on over the edge into a very nice orgasm while I squealed
and bucked my pussy up against his fingers for several seconds before that
awesome feeling started to leave me again, and I just slumped back down on
the bed in a swooning revere as I felt every muscle in my body just quit
working for a bit.
   As I laid there recovering, I heard mom scream, "What in the world have
you been doing to my daughter?" Then I heard Mike reply, "I'm sorry Mary,
but she started it, and I guess that I was just too weak to say no, so we
continued doing it." "Oh you bastard you!  I can have you thrown in jail
over this." Then I heard Mike say, "But you didn't stop us did you?" Then I
heard mom say, "You were the one that put your hand there." Then Uncle Mike
replied, "No, she pulled my hand there, and you just propped yourself up
and watched us without saying anything."
   Then I broke in, "Mamma, don't you remember when you two were just kids
and what you two used to do to each other?"
   At that point I saw mom's face get very red and mom just shut up and
fell silent for a very long time before I finally said, "For a long time, I
used to love to get up on Mike's lap so that he could hold me.  Being
cuddled up in his arms felt real nice, but after a while I realized that
being cuddled wasn't the only thing that made me get on Mike's lap for.  I
had another feeling inside of me also, and each time that Mike came over
and held me, that feeling would get stronger and stronger until one day I
could stand it no longer, and I guided Mike's hand down against my pussy.
   "Just the touch of his hand there was enough to tell me that I had
finally found what I really wanted.  By the time that he had given me my
first orgasm, I was surely and certainly hooked.
   "I also realized at that time, that if he would have quit doing it to
me, I would have gone out and found someone else who would.  I don't know
who, but I would have found someone.
   "Why I have been living in pure sexual bliss ever since we first
started, and no matter what you do to Mike, there will always be somebone
out there somewhere to help me fulfill my sexual needs.  Why I can no
longer live without sex any more that I can live without food or water."
   ~~~~~~~~~~
   We all finally got dressed and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast,
and also to discuss the matters of sex for many more hours.
   Mike had finally broke down and confessed his feelings about sex, and
how the love of his life had betrayed him and married someone else.  How he
had lived all of those years without finding anyone to take her place.
   Mom had also confessed that she also couldn't find anyone to replace the
husband that she had lost in the war.  Although she had led a very lonely
life afterwards, she said that she was very glad that she always had me to
hang on to - to help her remember the wonderful life that she once had with
her husband.
   They both also reminiscenced about the sex that they had with each other
when they were both kids, and the very naughty fun sex that they had shared
together, sneaking it in whenever an opportunity existed.
   Mom, realizing that I was also a very sexual person and not just another
cute innocent little girl like she always thought I was, had realized my
sexual needs also.  So we made a pact.
   Mike's bed was to be in the main bedroom, and every night, one of us was
to sleep in it with him while the other one of us was to sleep in my
bedroom.
   It all worked out very well, and soon mother even helped me break
through my hymen so that I could enjoy the ecstasy of actually having Mike
fuck me just like a grown-up.
   Because I was so over sexed compared to him or mom, he could only climax
once per night on a regular basis, so he would finger-fuck me and eat me
out for a while before he even dared to put his dick into me.
   After a while, mom realized that because she was getting older, she
finally relinquished Mike to me more and more until she was just sleeping
with him only about once a week, and now, here I am, playing just like he's
my husband.
   
  
Uncle Mike