Subject: Thanksgiving With My Family (F-solo, MF, incest, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: November 24, 2005
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Summary:
Everyone has something to be thankful on Thanksgiving. This year I found myself
to be especially thankful for my Uncle Jim. Of course, his son was there to
help out dad!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 Thanksgiving Traditions
Chapter 2 Thanksgiving Morning Masturbation
Chapter 3 Morning Routines
Chapter 4 Getting Things Started With My Cousin Rick
Chapter 5 Uncle Rick Gets His
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Chapter 1 Thanksgiving Traditions
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For as long as I can remember, my parents and I have spent Thanksgiving
together with my dad's side of the family and Christmas with my mom's side. One
advantage of having such a tradition, it avoided those nasty family conflicts
where people got upset thinking one family was getting more attention than the
other. Usually these were rather boring affairs but nowadays the potential was
there for more "interesting" things.
My first encounter with incest was when I was sixteen. I lost my virginity a
couple of years earlier so it wasn't like I wasn't already sexually active.
It's sort of interesting that because my family had always been pretty open
about such things as nudity and masturbation, incest was actually the last thing
on my mind. Sure, my dad enjoyed watching me when I played with myself and
sometimes he would get an erection while we were in the hot tub together. The
thought he might actually want to DO anything with me, or even the very concept
of having sex with my parents, never even crossed my mind. Since my parents
didn't make sex a taboo subject, I just assumed that he was reacting no
differently than any man would around a teenage girl. It didn't mean he wanted
to fuck me though.
Well, that all changed when I witnessed my parents having sex for the first time
from my window overlooking the hot tub. Although they didn't mind me seeing
them masturbate, sex was always something private between the two of them and
now I realized why. I saw them and thought about how I could please my father
the way my mom did, about how close it could bring us together. No, not in some
perverted way where I was his lover or something ridiculous like that; but as a
father and daughter. Once we started I never looked back and over the past few
years we have developed a wonderful relationship. Of course my mom has given
her stamp of approval and we sometimes get together as well, but only rarely.
At first, my incestual relationships were restricted to my mom's side of the
family which included my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi. Actually, it made sense
given my mom's history with her sister and father. Then last summer it seemed
things turned around with my dad's side of the family all at once. First there
was my thirteen year-old cousin Tammy, who I taught to have fun on the Internet
and then how to have fun with another girl namely me (long story). Exactly
one week later my dad convinced me to do it with his younger brother, My Uncle
Jim (even longer story). Suddenly it was like the flood gates had opened as
just two days later, my seventeen year-old cousin Rick fucked me (yet another
long story!). Thus I went from "abstinence" to being with three members of my
dad's side of the family in the space of less than two weeks!
Another thing about my parents - they take their marriage vows VERY seriously.
To them adultery is a violation of the Ten Commandments, not to be done under
ANY circumstances, even with your spouse's "permission". Of course, sex within
your own family is NOT cheating. Thus my dad does my Aunt Linda and Kristi at
times, especially when I'm not around. While this works out great for my dad,
my Aunt Linda is divorced and has no sons meaning there was nobody for my mom
in our family other than my dad. Of course, she loves him totally and he
satisfies her sexually, but I'm sure she wouldn't have minded a little diversity
back then.
With that said, it's easy to understand why once I broke the ice with my uncle
and cousin, it was only natural that my mom join in as well. She already had
history as a teenager with Uncle Jim so it wasn't much of stretch so far as he
went. What WAS interesting, at least to me, was her and my cousin Rick. She
jokes about it, calling it her "Mrs. Robinson" syndrome. Only one thing sort of
bugs me Rick likes doing my mom more than me! Guess it must be some "older
woman" fantasy or something for him.
Needless to say, my dad was just as happy as I was to see me home again from
college for Fall Break. At least, he hadn't wasted any time showing me how much
he missed me. Let's just say the erection poking through his shorts when I
walked in the door was a clued. There was one thing I could count on from my
dad when I was home my morning wakeup call. There was no alarm clock
involved, but rather an alarm COCK. A long time ago we had started our little
"tradition" to now where it seemed if I didn't get fucked first thing in the
morning I walked around wanting it for the rest of the day!
Chapter 2 Thanksgiving Morning Masturbation
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Given the marvelous consistency of which my dad kept up his side of our
tradition, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up Thanksgiving morning and
realized something was missing my dad! I rubbed my eyes and as my bedroom
slowly came into focus, I verified that I was indeed all alone. Hmmm, what
could had happened that was more important to my dad than his own daughter,
especially on Thanksgiving morning when not even he went to work?
As I sat up in bed, I started to scratch an itch on my cheek when my fingers
felt something a bit sticky. Looking down at my boobs, which were also itching
a little, I grinned as I realized what had already happened this morning. My
dad must have come in earlier and as exhausted as I was from the past week, I
must have been hard to wake up so he let me sleep. As horny as he probably was
by then, he must have jerked off looking at my nude body and then cum all over
me.
Normally, I get more than a little perturbed when guy makes a mess on me. Guys,
the porn movies don't show what happens AFTER the whore gets covered in cum.
Trust me, cleaning cum off of you is not the easiest thing in the world,
especially when it's in your hair or dried on your skin. Of course, in my
father's case I was ready to make an exception. God, what I would have given
for a video of him jerking off over me, looking at me, wanting to fuck me. It
thrilled me to know he found me desirable in this way, that he could fulfill his
lust and needs just by looking down at me as I slept without even touching me.
The more I thought about it the hornier I got until my pussy suddenly turned on
like a light switch had been thrown. I an instant, I simply HAD to touch it and
so my hand slipped down between my legs and at first I just cupped my shaved
pussy in my hand, pressing up against my crotch like a bikini bottom pulling up
against me. Damn, it felt like I was on fire down there! Even without pressing
my fingers inside if me, I could already feel the wetness as I imagined my dad
brushing the head of his stiff cock over my face as I slept.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I traced the tip of my finger in little circles around
my clit. Now and then I would drop down and pull some more wetness up from my
pussy hole to keep it slippery. It was like I was teasing myself, playing with
my clit just enough to make me feel good but not enough to drive me to an
orgasm. In my mind, it wasn't my finger on my pussy but my dad's tongue,
licking me up and down my pussy slit and rubbing it up against my clit.
"Yes daddy, lick me," I whispered to myself, wishing he was there to hear me.
Finally I couldn't take it any more and I put two fingers just outside my pussy
hole.
"Fuck me daddy," I whispered to my imaginary father. "He" responded by pushing
his cock into me and my two fingers worked their way in as I pretended that it
was his dick that was violating my tight pussy. While I fucked myself with one
hand, the other was fondling my boobs, just as he would be doing if he was
drilling me.
"Make me cum... oh god make me cum daddy," I cried out, a bit louder this time
but
there was nobody upstairs to hear me anyway.
With both hand on my pussy now, I used the one to push its fingers into me while
the other worked full time on my clit. God it felt so good!
"OH MY GOD! FUCK ME DADDY" I cried out to the empty room as my orgasm struck
me. like a sudden summer storm. My hips rose up off the bed as my back arched
and it felt like every inch of my skin was sweating fire. All I could think
about was his hard cock in me, his wonderful erect dick that he would give me
when I was a good girl, that he rewarded me with when I had earned it. Mmmmmm,
if only he could see me now, his young daughter making herself cum on her bed
thinking of nothing else but her desire to have her father fuck her.
My pussy was gushing cum and I knew my bed must be getting soaked under me but
it didn't matter to me a bit. They say practice makes perfect and when it comes
to masturbation, I had tons of practice! I knew just how to keep myself on the
sharp edge of an orgasm, to twiddle my clit just right that I didn't go so far
to where I had to quit because it overwhelmed me, but just enough to keep me
peaking, to keep the incredible sensations alive in me.
I have no idea how long this went on as I tend to lose all track of time when
this happens to me. Sometimes I get so exhausted I simply am forced to quit but
when I catch my breath, it's back to the races and to that mountain peak once
again. Poor guys, it's like a few quick shots and its over but I could keep
myself going like this forever.
Chapter 3 Morning Routines
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Who knows how long I might have gone on this way when my mom appeared at the
door to my room. Really, I had no idea how long she had been watching me but
when she spoke I couldn't mistake her presence.
"Hey lazybones, how about you stop playing with yourself for once and get down
here and help me?"
On the one hand, I knew she wanted me to help her but I also knew she was
teasing me a bit too. When I was younger and first starting to learn about my
body, I use to constantly touch myself and I mean constantly. Well, I mean,
can you blame me? Sometimes I would forget about where I was and Mom would poke
me in church or wherever and hiss at me to "stop it". More than once, she
threatened me that my clit would "fall off" if I played with it too much! Even
now that I'm older she still likes to tease me about how often I masturbate,
even though I knew she does it a lot herself. On average, I probably do it two
or three times a day, not a record I am sure by any means.
Throwing on a tank top, I hurried downstairs to help her with the chores of
getting ready for dinner. As I stood there in the kitchen, I couldn't keep
still as my pussy was still acting up something fierce and even just walking was
enough to stimulate it.
"Wow, you're certainly horny this morning," my mom teased me, "What's the story
anyway?"
I explained to her what dad had done to me earlier and she just shook her head
and smiled.
"Yeah, I can see him doing that. My guess is that it's because you let him do
it. Frankly, I'm not waking up to a bunch of dried cum all over me and he
knows better than to try!"
I just laughed at her and she poked me playfully. As we worked in the kitchen,
the conversation turned to the days events and eventually to my favorite uncle
and cousin (well, my only male cousin for that matter).
"You know, just because you've started screwing your uncle and Rick, it doesn't
mean you have to do it TODAY you know," she warned me.
"Oh mommmmmm!" I whined.
"Don't 'oh mom' me young lady," my mom chastised me, a little more seriously
now. "The last thing we need around here is for your bitchy aunt to get any
clever ideas. You know she thins you're a slut as it is and not in the cute
way your father refers to you."
I just hung my head sullenly. What was the fun of fucking your uncle and cousin
if you couldn't do it when it was naughty? Especially my Uncle Jim. It's not
like he was the greatest guy ever to screw me. In fact, if he hadn't been my
uncle, there would certainly have never been a second time. What really made it
hot was that my Aunt Shari had no idea of how much of a slut I REALLY was. God,
if she complained about my bikini and shorts (or lack of them), just imagine
what she would say if she knew her husband and son were doing me behind her
back!
We didn't talk about it anymore and when I was finished I headed back upstairs
to get dressed. As a rule, we didn't dress up for Thanksgiving so I just wore a
tight pair of jeans and a school sweatshirt. The jeans were a pain to get on
and I could barely sit down in them. As hot as they looked on me, they were
pretty much overshadowed by the baggy oversized sweatshirt. It was so big you
couldn't even tell I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Heck, for that matter you
could barely tell I had boobs!
Actually, the outfit was a compromise between my mom and me. As usual, I knew
she was right to be concerned about my aunts, both of whom I am sure thought my
mother let me get away with murder and that it was outrageous how she allowed me
to dress most of the time. Still, that didn't stop me from wanting to push
their buttons a little bit.
My dad had been waiting the TV in the basement all this time and he turned it
off as my mom and I came down the stairs carrying the food. He looked at me and
shook his head.
"Wow, being a little conservative today, aren't we?"
I just rolled my eyes as my mom glared at him. I figure she must have been
thinking that he last thing she needed was him egging me on today. Mom was sort
of our family "conscious" and typically she kept my dad and I from getting
carried away. But even she knew the limits of control she had once my dad and I
got going.
Chapter 4 Getting Things Started With My Cousin Rick
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It only took a few minutes to get to my Uncle Jim's house. The door was
unlocked so like the family we were, we just walked right in and said hello to
everyone that was there. As it turned out, we were the late arrivals with my
dad's older brother Paul and his family already there. Both of Paul's daughters
were older than me - and married. They were all totally straight, if you ignore
the Laura's bachelorette party that I was lucky enough to attend last year.
Ginny, the older one, had great boobs but we all knew God had a little help with
them. Neither she or Laura had kids there weren't any little ones to fuss with
yet although I imagined the next Thanksgiving we might not be so lucky.
The women were in the kitchen and dining room getting dinner ready. My younger
cousins Tammy and Kate were putting out the silverware. Kate was a clone of her
straitlaced mom and my prediction was that she would be a virgin AFTER she was
married. She had just turned fifteen and I still don't think she has even
kissed a boy yet. My dad had been lusting for thirteen year-old Tammy for the
past couple of years, ever since she started developing. It had been funny to
see how jealous he was when he found out that I had played around with Tammy
last summer. Tammy was still a virgin but something about the way she was
looking at boys these days told me that condition would be cured before too much
longer.
I was almost to the kitchen when someone pinched me in the ass and I almost
dropped the dish. I looked back and saw my cousin Rick grinning from ear to
ear. I tried to look serious but it didn't come off and he just walked away
with a grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin to myself as I wondered how
he would explain that hard-on he was sporting under his jeans to his mom if she
saw it.
If there is always one problem in a house full of people that normally doesn't
have that many, it's a lack of bathrooms. This one had only two one upstairs
by the master bedroom and one downstairs in the basement for the kids. I had
been there maybe an hour when the need arose and sure enough, someone was
occupying the upstairs one. Of course, once you commit to doing it, the urge
only gets stronger and I wasn't going to wait for whoever was in there and so I
headed down the stairs to the basement. It was completely finished and didn't
have that "basement" smell or feel to it.
Hurrying down the hallway, trying not to pee on myself, I grabbed the doorknob
and wouldn't you know it, someone was in there! God, was there no mercy on me?
Dancing from foot to foot, I knocked and to my surprise, the door opened and who
was there but my cousin Rick!
"What's the matter, gotta pee?" he teased me, standing in my way.
I just glared at him and roughly pushed him out of the way, expecting him to
leave and close the door behind him like any normal person would have done.
Instead, the jerk closed the door alright, but with him still in there with me.
"Ummmmm, do you mind?" I said, now just one step away from peeing in my jeans.
"I want to watch."
"What? Are you some pervert or what?"
"No really, I've never seen a real girl pee."
Another time and I would have questioned what he meant by "real girl" but at
that point I just didn't care anymore. I quickly pulled my stubborn jeans down
and planted myself on the toilet. No sooner than my bare butt hit the seat than
I released a flood of pee. God, it was almost as good a feeling as getting
laid!
"C'mon, let me see!" Rick insisted as he moved over next to me.
"Go away, I'm not putting on a show for you, you pervert!"
By now I had finished and I wiped with some toilet paper and was about to get up
when he pushed me down with his hand on my shoulder. He was standing right next
to me and I couldn't help but notice the ever-increasing bulge between his legs.
"Hey, let me up, I need to get back upstairs," I protested.
"That can wait. I've got something you need right here, he said in a husky
voice. I could tell just from the tone he was horny as hell, and the raging
hard-on he was still hiding only emphasized it. He was so close now I could
even smell the muskiness of his crotch.
"Well, what makes you so sure I need it, eh? Why don't you show me what it is?"
I said, trying to go with the flow. I mean, what the hell, I was horny myself
and the thought of going all day with this testosterone around and NOT getting
laid was disheartening at best.
Rick undid his belt and pants and pulled down his zipper. He was wearing jockey
shorts but they weren't able to contain his massive erection as the tip of his
dick was peeking out the top of the elastic waist band. I just sat there as he
dropped his pants and underwear to the floor in a heap around his ankles.
"Well, what do you think?"
As much as I would have liked to tease him and string him along more, I was so
horny by now I simply couldn't resist and so I reached up to grab his hard dick
in my hand. He was sticking straight up in the air like a rocket ready for
launch and stiff as a board.
"Yeah, I knew needed it," he whispered to me as I stroked his cock gently with
my hand. Then he laughed softly and said, "You know, I think I know you pretty
good by now. Shit, - you just can't get enough dick, can you?"
Well, I was definitely guilty as charged. I will freely admit that I LOVE cocks
in every way. I love to look at them, to hold them, to suck them and to feel
them fuck me. What I REALLY love about them is the way they get hard because of
me and then cum, spraying their sperm inside my pussy, in my mouth or sometimes
all over me. It really didn't matter to me what the rest of the guy was like so
long as he wasn't totally gross. With many a guy, it was just his dick I was
interested in so whether he was fat or bald or older didn't make any difference
to me so long as he could get hard and cum (although in a few cases it took the
help of modern medicine AKA Viagra).
"Rick, why don't you just shut up and let me suck your dick?" I said, my last
words as I leaned forward and bent his dick down for me to take into my waiting
mouth. My tongue reached for the tip of his cock and I played it slowly around
and then ran it up and down his hard shaft. God he was so hard and hot! Taking
his dick in my mouth, I sucked the head first, pleased to hear him groan as my
lips sealed around his shaft and my cheeks drew in as I drew a suction on his
dick. He must not have showered this morning as his crotch odor was really
thick and strong. It wasn't bad, though, and if anything, I loved the pungent
musky odor that permeated it. Then, without warning, I plunged my head down on
him, taking his entire cock in my mouth until his dick pressed against the back
of my throat. There was still maybe an inch to go which would have to wait for
the next time down.
Drawing my head up slowly, I let my tongue drag on his shaft as I let his dick
flop from my mouth with an exaggerated lip smacking sound. This time I took a
deep breath and moved back down on him again. This time when I encountered the
back of my throat, I relaxed and let him push his way down into it. My initial
reaction was to gag but over time I've learned to control that reflex and the
final inch or so moved down into my throat.
"Oh fuck, that feels incredible!" he moaned. I looked up at him until our eyes
met with my mouth tight against the base of his hairy crotch. I wanted to smile
at him but with a mouthful of rigid cock that's pretty much impossible.
Running out of breath, I lifted my head again and then for the next few minutes
just pumped about half of his cock in and out of my mouth. My hands reached
around him and I grabbed his firm ass in my small hands, squeezing his solid
butt in my hands, pulling him even tighter into my face.
Rick reached down and I could feel his hand on my boobs through the thick
sweatshirt. It was better than if I had a bra on but still not the best so I
lifted up my sweatshirt high enough for him to touch my bare breasts. His
fingers pinched my nipples, sending little shocks through my boobs and chest.
"Stand up," he ordered me in a stern voice. I was several years older but he
still viewed himself as the guy and thus "in charge". The reality was he would
do anything I told him to do but for now, if it made him feel better to think he
was dominating me, that was OK. After all, who had their most tender organ
between my teeth!
Dropping his cock, I stood up and wiped the spit from my mouth, grinning at him
like the cat who just got the canary.
"Something you want, cousin?" I teased him, holding his warm cock in my hand as
I faced him. It was sort of odd in that both of us were standing with our jeans
down around our ankles. My sweatshirt fell down and covered my chest again and
he still had on his flannel shirt.
"Yeah, like you don't want it too!" he said, grabbing me by the waist and
spinning me around to face away from him. I almost tripped on my jeans and we
both laughed for a moment before getting serious again.
"Bend over," he said, again with the strength of his mistaken authority.
Dutifully I bent over in response. No matter what he might think, though, it
wasn't because he told me to but rather because I wanted to.
"God, what an ass!" he moaned as I felt his dick pressing up against my bare
butt. His hands roamed over my smooth bottom and he squeezed my firm ass cheeks
in his large hands.
"Fuck me Rick," I said softly, not wanting anyone waiting outside the door to
hear me. "Hurry up and put it in me."
Well, what would you have expected me to say? I really DID want to be fucked
and with a seventeen year-old boy lined up behind me with a cock that was so
hard it could bend steel, how could anyone blame me for begging for it?
As it was, Rick really didn't need any encouragement. At seventeen he had
enough hormones raging that I doubt I could have stopped him from fucking me at
this point even if I for some reason wanted him to. Face it, he was a LOT
bigger than me and if really he wanted to fuck me, there wasn't much I was going
to do about it. Fortunately, stopping him was about the last thing on my
agenda.
Just then there was a rapid knocking on the door and I heard someone call out,
"Hey, anyone in there?" Damn, it sounded like Kate! Shit, just what we needed,
little miss sanctimonious listening in.
"Dammit, go away Kate, I told you never to bother me when I'm in here," Rick
called out over his shoulder to her.
"You better hurry up Rick," she threatened, "or I'm going to tell mom you're
doing it again."
I couldn't help but grin at that last one from Kate. I had a good idea about
what she was referring to. Something told me that Kate had caught Rick jerking
off before! Oh well, so long as she thought it was just him stroking his cock,
that was fine with me.
"Hurry up," I hissed at him over my shoulder, pressing my ass back against his
dick.
"Oh just hold your horses," he retorted although I knew he was in just as much a
hurry to get his dick in me as I was.
Despite all my willpower and preparation, I still couldn't help but moan softly
when his dick pushed it's way into me. The feeling of his cock head spreading
me apart and then rubbing up against my inner pussy was incredible!
"I heard that! Rick, I know what you're doing in there and I'm telling mom!"
As much as I wanted to concentrate on how good his dick felt in me, I couldn't
help but smile at the thought of the little brat running up to her mom, telling
her that her big brother was jerking off again in the bathroom. Hopefully
nobody would notice I was missing as well and start putting the pieces together,
regardless of how unimaginable it might be.
My thoughts quickly returned to the task at hand as his crotch smacked into my
ass, sounding almost as if he had slapped me. I was pushed forward just a bit
as the weight of him pressed against my butt, driving his dick even deeper into
me. I put my hands against the cool tile wall, using it for support to keep me
from being pushed forward onto my face.
"Oh yeah... that's it Rick, fuck me... fuck me," I whispered as softly as I
could.
Between him being so horny and the BJ I had already given him, it wasn't going
to take much to get Rick off and I knew a few well-spoken words would hasten
things along. As much as I would have loved to spend the entire afternoon with
his dick inside of me, I knew we had to hurry before someone got suspicious. As
he kept stroking himself in and out of my wet pussy, I kept whispering to him,
telling him what a great cock he had, how good it felt in me, how much I wanted
him to cum inside of me. Although I prefer to have a guy cum in my pussy any
time, at this time it was doubly important as I didn't want to have to worry
about what cum I had missed if he shot it all over me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he groaned as I felt his cock push into me and then he held it
still. I could tell he was trying to hold it back, to stop the flood of sperm
and enjoy this moment of ecstasy as long as possible but after a few seconds he
surrendered and suddenly he was cumming in me like a water hose. The feeling of
warmth to created in me, coupled with the knowledge that his was his incestuous
sperm being shot into me that was creating that sensation, was enough to make me
almost cum.
"Oh shit that felt good," he sighed as he shot his last load and then promptly
pulled out of me. Teen boys, they're all the same, slam-bam and then they're
done. One second he was horny as a dog in heat, the next he was totally
oblivious to my bare ass sticking out for him to play with!
Chapter 5 Uncle Rick Gets His
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"Hey, what's going on in there?"
The voice from outside sounded like my Uncle Jim's and from the look on Rick's
face, I was sure of it.
"Just a sec dad, be right out!"
"No, open the door NOW," his dad demanded.
Well, it wasn't like what we were doing would be any surprise to his dad. I
couldn't help but grin at the thought he was probably going to be more upset
that it wasn't him that had just fucked me. Rick unlocked the door and opened
it a crack. His dad promptly pushed it open enough for him to look in and see
me struggling to pull up my jeans over my bare bottom. Rick's underwear and
jeans were up to his waist be he hadn't time to zip or buckle anything. All in
all, it was pretty obvious to just about anyone what had been going on.
"Don't sweat it, nobody's out here," he grumbled. "Shit, your mother is having
a hissy fit thanks to Kate. You know how she feels about your 'private moments'
in the bathroom. Jesus, couldn't you two have waited until later?"
Rick just stood there in silence, for once being smart enough to realize that
saying nothing was probably a better option than opening his mouth and giving
his dad more to gripe at him about.
"Now hurry up and get to your room before someone sees you," he ordered Rick.
Rick didn't even bother to look back at me as he held up his jeans and rushed
down the hall to dart into his bedroom.
"As for you, my cute little slut of a niece," Uncle Jim growled, trying to sound
angry but the grin at the edges of his mouth couldn't be completely subdued.
"Well, just let me say you have no idea how close you came to your aunt coming
down here and seeing this. Get yourself together and we'll talk about it
later."
At that his scowl turned into a nasty grin and he winked at me. There wasn't
much doubt that his definition of "talking about it" didn't involve the need for
a lot of words. From the way he was staring at my bare pussy, I think he would
have fucked me right then and there had he not been so concerned about his wife.
I was sure that my aunt was already wondering what was taking so long and it
wouldn't do to find me like this!
Just when I thought he was out, his head popped back in and this time he WAS
grinning.
"Yep, I knew it. No way did you have panties under those things!"
With that, Uncle Jim closed the door and I quickly locked it again. Taking a
spare towel out of the closet, I used it to wipe the cum and pussy juices from
around my pussy and down my legs where it had run after draining out of me.
Looking in the mirror, I grimaced as my hair was a total wreck but some quick
work with a brush and it as essentially back in place again. After some cursing
and half killing myself in the confines of the bathroom, I was finally able to
get my jeans back on. With jeans this small, it was a lot easier to pull them
up laying on my bed than it was standing up in the bathroom. I guess I could
have laid down but there was no way I was going to lay down on a bathroom floor
where three teenagers reigned!
Peeking out the bathroom door, the coast was clear so I quickly stepped out and
headed upstairs. About halfway up the stairs I met Kate, looking like a girl on
a mission.
"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed, "Your mom was wondering where you were but
nobody seemed to know."
I just shrugged, figuring it was better to just ignore the little bitch. She was
nothing but a tattle-tale and anything I said would go straight back to her mom.
Back in the kitchen, everyone was working hard. My mom saw I'd returned and
steered me over to the side of the room.
"For goodness sakes, where have you been? Everyone's been asking about you"
"Downstairs. I had to go to the bathroom"
"For over half an hour?" Then she looked me in the eyes and let out of loud
breath of air. "Oh god, don't tell me. I mean, you didn't
not already?"
Really, what was the point in going through the motions? She knew darn well
with the absence of Rick and me at the same time what that meant. For whatever
reason it seemed to make her feel better to ask me and have me confirm it.
"Well, you'd better behave yourself the rest of the day," she warned me. I just
nodded but a little grin managed to work its way out as I thought that my
definition of "behaving" was probably not the same as hers.
"You know what I mean!" she added in, catching me in the act. How is it that
mothers never seem to miss anything? Well, I guess that doesn't include my Aunt
Shari. God, her son had just fucked me almost right under her feet and the
woman was clueless! Actually, it was probably more that such a thing would
never even be something she could imagine in her wildest nightmares.
Another half-hour or so and dinner was ready so the men were called in off from
their couches and chairs where they had been watching TV. We all sat down, my
Uncle Paul gave the blessing, and for the next hour or so we had a wonderful
family time of eating and sharing. I was seated next to Laura, who kept asking
me about school and other girl stuff. Kristi was seated on the other side of me
and she kept rubbing her hand on my leg under table, teasing me more than
anything.
After dinner it was back to standard American family tradition the men went
off to watch football and fall asleep while the women cleaned up after them. I
really didn't care about the game so it was just as well. When everything was
finally cleaned off and put away, the women sat down in the dining room and the
gossip session began. Well, I shouldn't say gossip. As my mom says, my Aunt
Shari doesn't gossip, she "shares"; and when the gossip is really juicy, she
"shares in love". She heard that from some comic one day and thought it was
hilarious and I had to say, it fit my aunt perfectly.
Listening to some of the stuff about people they knew, I found myself looking at
my mother and Aunt Linda and winking at them. What would my other aunts say if
they knew some of the goings on in our own family? There were times like this
when I wanted to blurt it out, just to see the look on their faces.
Fortunately, common sense always won out and so I never said anything stupid.
But the thoughts of it still roamed through my head.
I was getting bored so I went in the living room to see what was going on there.
Sure enough, my dad and Uncle Paul were fast asleep in their chairs, thankfully
not snoring too loud. Uncle Jim and Rick were watching the game along with
Laura and Ginny's husbands. I had to say one thing, they married well. Both of
them were pretty good looking and I was imagining how it would be to join them
in a threesome when Uncle Jim asked me if I would get him another beer. Rick
chimed in, saying he wouldn't mind one as well but his dad just gave him a look
that got the message across. Something about your dad's eyes that told you all
you needed to know sometimes!
I went back to the kitchen and retrieved my uncle's beer along with a couple
more for the other guys. When I handed his to him, my uncle gave me that "look"
and just as Rick had known what his dad was thinking a few moments before, I
knew exactly what he was thinking now about me. Checking quickly on the other
guys and seeing them riveted to the TV, I winked at my uncle and licked my lips
a little seductively for him before leaving the room again.
Taking a seat next to my mom in the dining room, I started to daydream and
thoughts of my uncle came to mind. Frankly, the primary reason I let him fuck
me is to please my dad. I mean, sure I would have let him do me once, no
different than I would with most any other married guy. With my Aunt Shari
being such a prude, it made it hot for me when he fucked me knowing how totally
outraged she would be if she knew he even harbored such thoughts about me, let
alone acted on them. The problem for me was that my uncle was the type that was
dominating and sometimes forceful in sex, not at all like my dad. Sure there
were moments, like when Uncle Jim would first enter me or cum in me, that I
enjoyed it but it wasn't always the best sex for me physically.
Although my dad had not told me this himself, I suspect the reason he wants his
brother to fuck his daughter is so that someday he won't feel guilty fucking his
niece. Of course, Kate is out of the picture but I know he fantasizes a lot
about screwing Tammy, even though she is only thirteen. More than once he has
had to keep under the water in our hot tub when Tammy would arrive in her cute
little bikini. There may not be a lot to show off yet but it was her attitude
that gets to him. She is just so open and free, flaunting herself without even
realizing she is doing it. I guess you could call her a natural born slut
although her mom would be incensed to hear anyone call her that.
Speaking of my dad and Tammy, if there was one thing in my sexual history I
regret, it is that I did not give my father my virginity when I was fourteen.
My mother has counseled me many times to stop fretting over it, as back then I
didn't even have a clue that my dad was interested in me that way. Still,
looking back the signs were there if I had read them right the way he would
get hard when I was around, the looks he gave me and where he looked, the way he
would "accidentally" touch me sometimes. Maybe I was just naοve but I thought
it was just natural for my dad to be that way, not associating any sexual
desires to it whatsoever. Sometimes when I look at little Tammy (she isn't even
five feet tall yet), I see myself at that age and I fantasize about how I might
offer her to my dad as some sort of compensation for not giving him me.
I could probably have kept thinking along these lines all afternoon when my
mom's elbow jostled me back to reality.
"Hello! You listening Kelly?"
My head snapped up and everybody was looking at me. I realized I must have
appeared to have dozed off or something and so I tried to get back in the
conversation but looking at Tammy at the other end of the room I couldn't help
but imagine how she would look laying in her bed with my dad's dick deep inside
of her. Actually, I wouldn't mind being in her bed now with my dad's dick in
ME!
I squirmed in my chair a bit as my pussy began to respond to my naughty
daydreams. There was usually only one way to deal with it once it got going and
that was to go off and masturbate. It seemed a shame, though, to have to do
myself when so many cocks were waiting close by that would take care of me on a
moment's notice. Well, why not see what I could do?
Turning to my mom, I whispered to her that I would be back in a little bit. She
looked at me with a question mark in her eyes and I just smiled. She cocked her
head and rolled her eyes at me and then turned away before making a scene of it.
My mom knew better than to try to talk me out of anything when I was in this
sort of mood. Most likely she figured I was just going off to take care of
myself or else she probably would have had more to say to me.
Walking back to the living room, I really had no idea what I was going to do.
The only thing I was confident of was that if Uncle Jim knew he had half a
chance to screw me, he would figure something out. It was as if time had stood
still in the room since I left. Everyone was in the same position and the only
indicator they had been alive in the interim were the empty beer bottles that I
had brought in before.
At first I just stood there, trying to think of how I could get his attention
without being TOO obvious about it. There was a time when I could have jumped
in my uncle's lap and teased him but now that I was twenty that might have
raised some eyebrows so I had to be a little more subtle. Turning to my uncle,
I pretended to be confused about something.
"Hey Uncle Jim, where did you put our coats? I think I left my cell phone in
the pocket."
"They're all on the bed in the back bedroom," he responded almost
absentmindedly, his attention more on the TV than me.
"Thanks. You know, I really NEED it."
Well, maybe he wasn't being as inattentive as I had thought as he picked up on
my tone of voice. It looked like he got my message in that what I needed wasn't
my cell phone!
"Well, do you need any help finding it?"
I grinned as my confidence in my Uncle Jim was not misplaced. Now it was him
that was helping things to move along.
"Would you mind Uncle Jim? That would be so cool."
As he got up out of the chair, it was if the two older guys never even hear a
word as they argues over some silly play from the game. Rick, on the other
hand, knew full well what my intentions were.
"Need any help dad?" he offered, not so innocently.
Uncle Jim just waved him back, again with a look that spoke volumes. The
message was clear she's mine this time. I thought it was pretty cool to see
this father-son struggle over who got to fuck me. Was I to be the fantasy
cousin or the naughty niece? Well, this time it looked like I was going to be
the niece.
I followed my uncle down the hall to the bedroom. Fortunately, it was in the
opposite direction from the dining room where everyone else was. Nobody should
have been aware that my uncle and I were doing anything at all, let alone
heading to his bedroom for something half the people here would be aghast to
know about.
Once in their bedroom, my uncle looked down the hall and seeing that it was
empty, quickly shut the door. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lock but I doubted
that with it closed that anyone would come in. The bathroom has an entrance
from the hallway so even if someone needed to use it, they didn't need to go
through the bedroom.
With the door shut, he turned and what I would have given for a photo of the
look on his face. The way his eyes stared at me, the slight opening of his
mouth, his tongue on his lips, the flaring of his nostrils, everything was a
classic portrait of a man consumed with lust. It was a look every girl learns
about from the day she begins to change into a woman and the men around her
start looking at her in a whole new way. It's a look I love to see in men when
I "dress for success" where "success" is defined as getting laid. Even my dad
looks at me this way some days when he is really horny. I mean, he IS a guy you
know. Now, behind closed doors and having all but told him what I wanted,
seeing that look I knew there was only one way I would walk out that door again.
Where his cum would be was the only question pussy, mouth, or over me?
"So, I take it Rick wasn't enough for you?" my uncle started out, a slight smirk
to his tone of voice. "Yeah, I think you need a real man's cock to satisfy you,
not some teenager's."
I stood on one foot and twisted my other on the floor. My eyes were cast
downward as if I was uncertain what to say. My uncle stepped closer to me.
"C'mon, I know you Kelly, you're just a cock-hungry little slut, aren't you.
Can't ever get enough, can you?"
I quickly debated how to play this out. What he said was essentially true.
Really, how could I deny it? I DID love cock and I never DID seem to get enough
of it. Yet, somehow I don't think he was looking for me to be some typical
slut. After all, I WAS his niece and even though many men tell me they
fantasize about their nieces (even though some of them can be quite young
sometimes!), all of them seem to look at them differently than they would just
any girl. It's like some protective instinct or maybe a cultural thing, but
they all seem to want their niece to be naοve and innocent (even when they dream
of fucking them).
"Uncle Jim!" I pretended to protest, "How can you say that about your own
niece?"
"Oh don't pretend to be so innocent. I mean, it's not like you were playing
cards with my son in the bathroom earlier."
That was my cue in our little play. Time for Act 2 transition from little
girl to slut. I moved up close to him until I was right up against him. My
hand lowered until it was lightly pushing against his crotch. My pussy gave a
twinge as I felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock through his pants.
"Did that turn you on Uncle Jim?" I whispered to him in a husky voice, dripping
with sexuality, "Did it make you hard thinking of your son's hard dick in my wet
pussy?"
I could tell from this breathing he was getting more and more turned on. His
hands grabbed my shoulders and he pulled me into him.
"Fucking right it did," he whispered hoarsely, "Shit, all I could think of today
was getting a piece of your little ass."
Well, it wasn't exactly the most romantic compliment but as they say, it's the
thought that counts.
"You wanna fuck me Uncle Jim?"
"Hell yes!"
"You want me to suck your dick?"
"Oh you know it!"
"Tell me Uncle Jim, I want you to say it."
"Crap Kelly, you know I want to fuck you dammit. God, I want you to blow me so
fucking bad."
"Mmmmmm, you want me more than Aunt Shari?"
"Screw her, I want to fuck you."
We could have dragged this little play out longer but there WERE other people in
the house and so we didn't have all day. As for me, I heard what I wanted.
Listening to a man tell me how bad he wants me, especially when it's more than
his own wife, is about as erotic a thing that can happen to me. Of course I
KNEW he wanted me but it made it so much better when he came out and actually
put it into words.
He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants while I "assumed the
position" kneeling in front of him, waiting for his cock to appear. It only
took a few seconds as his pants and boxer shorts dropped to his feet. He wasn't
wearing shoes so he just stepped out of them, kicking the pile to the side. He
left his socks on which was sort of weird but I wasn't concerned about his feet.
No, what had my attention was now at eye level and standing out from his crotch.
Uncle Jim put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me into him. It was
clear what he wanted and frankly, I was more than agreeable to it. As I said
before, in a situation where my only interest was in getting a cock, it really
doesn't matter who it's attached to. I mean, all I typically want is to suck it
and be fucked by it, not marry the guy. This was the case now. Uncle Jim
definitely wasn't the kind of guy I would date. In fact, Sometimes I couldn't
imagine he was really my dad's brother they were so different. But hey, he DID
have a decent cock and when I'm as horny as I was now, I wasn't being picky.
His dick was about two inches in front of me and I could smell the rich odor of
his crotch. Most of it was just the normal sweat that built up between showers
but there was a hint of sexual musk or whatever you called it that came out when
a man gets horny. My dad is pretty hairy but my uncle is like a bear, covered
in thick black hair and his crotch was a virtual forest of stiff curly pubic
hair. His dick emerged from it like the stem of a weed shooting out from a lawn
except it was no thin stem that faced me. It wasn't the biggest cock in the
world but at this close range it looked plenty big enough. It was pointing
straight out from his crotch, the tip of it staring me in the face like some
fleshy eye.
No matter how many dicks I suck, like snowflakes it seems no two are the same.
I quickly learned as a teen that how a man looks when he is soft is not a sure
indicator of what the end result is when he gets erect. Some men are quite
large, even when flaccid, but then all that seems to happen when they get an
erection is it gets hard without a lot of growth. Then there are the guys who
look like wimps when they are soft, their dick barely poking out from their
pubic hair. But when they grow, it's like Jack in the Beanstalk and it increase
several times over in size. The vast majority of guys are relatively short when
soft and then grow modestly to maybe five or six inches and perhaps double in
thickness. This is why I hate it when guys send me cock shots but as always
they are these huge dicks and frankly, I just haven't found such oddities to be
the norm!
Besides the differences in size and the change when they become erect, the other
distinction I find is how they stand out from the guy's body. When a guy
masturbates for me on his cam, I always ask him to stand up and let his cock
hang hands-free. Some of them curve upwards such that they point skyward, like
a rocket ready for blast-off. Most stand out at some angle like my Uncle whose
dick stuck out like a nasty spear ready to be thrust into me. Surprisingly,
some of the biggest ones have the least stiffness. They get hard enough to fuck
me but feel more like a thick sausage rather than a stiff pole.
So anyway, all I had to do in the current situation was open my mouth and my
uncle took care of the rest. Holding my head still with his hands, he thrust
his hips forward, driving his dick into my mouth. I was careful to keep my
teeth off of him as at first he just put in the first couple of inches or so.
It wasn't really a BJ, it was more like he as fucking my mouth, stroking himself
in and out of me. As time went on he kept pushing a little more into my mouth
until his pubic hair began to rub up against my lips and cheeks. I had this
sudden urge to itch as it tickled me but I was holding onto his legs for support
to keep from tipping over backwards He was holding my head but it was more to
manage his dick in my mouth than giving me any support for balance.
"God I love seeing my cock in your mouth," he gasped between his thrusts. "You
know, you're even better than your mom and THAT'S saying something."
Thankfully my mom didn't hear him say that as although she has never been
jealous of me having sex with my dad, she IS pretty protective over her
reputation. So far as my mom is concerned, NOBODY gives my dad a BJ as good as
hers. She likes to tell me, "I taught you everything you know, but not
everything I know." Well, I've had a LOT of experience since my mom first
taught me about sucking cock and even my dad has secretly told me that my BJs
are the best but he would never dare tell my mom. Privately, I have to admit
that it made me feel good to hear my uncle compliment me that way as having seen
my mom in action, she IS pretty damn good!
"Mmmmmm," was all I could get out with a mouthful of cock.
By now I had enough of my mouth being his little fuck toy so I reached up and
grabbed the base of his dick and started to give him a real BJ. My mouth had
been getting tired from holding it open for him to fuck so it actually felt good
to be able to close down on it and grasp it with my lips. I twisted my head
around his dick, running my tongue around the head of it in side of my mouth.
Rather than just bobbing on his dick like I was at a party trying to get an
apple out of a tank of water, I savored his cock, sucking on it like a popsicle
and running my tongue around it like it was a melting ice cream cone and I
didn't want it to drip on the ground.
"Oh yeah, sweet Jesus you can suck dick!"
I looked up at him and saw he was watching me. Our eyes met and he grinned as I
managed to keep his dick in my mouth even with my head turned upward. I keep
sucking him, taking my hands off of his shaft and just letting my lips do the
work on him. My hands reached around and I held his butt. Unlike Rick, who had
a nice firm ass, Uncle Jim's was more flabby and covered with thick hair but he
seemed to like it from the way he groaned as I ran my hands over it.
We had been at it for a while now and despite everything I was doing I couldn't
help but wonder what would happen if suddenly the door opened and my Aunt Shari
made an appearance. God, I could just imagine her reaction to seeing her nice
kneeling in front of her husband with his cock deep in her mouth! She would
probably just faint dead away but afterwards I have no doubt there would be
serious repercussions. No doubt the element of danger was a turn-on for my
uncle and even for me it added a bit spice. Even so, the longer we went on the
more it went from being naughty to something truly dangerous.
Apparently, he must have been thinking the same thing, or maybe he was just
motivated by something more basic, but in any case it was apparently time for
the next act. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back from his cock and I let
his dick slip from my mouth. It was as hard as ever, staring straight at me.
"Sorry, didn't mean to be so rough much as I love your mouth, I HAVE to fuck
you."
I got a bit of a kick out of his so-called apology. Like I was going to argue
or complain about getting laid? True, most guys whose dick I sucked didn't get
to fuck me (by my choice, not theirs), but I can't remember a time when there
was a guy who I truly wanted to fuck me who didn't, given there was the right
opportunity. As I once heard said, a man is only as faithful to his wife as his
options. Boy, I can second that one!
I stood up and wiped my mouth off when he grabbed me by the waist and steered me
backwards to the bed. When I got to the edge he just kept pushing me, causing
me to drop backwards onto the pile of coats piled there. I could say one thing,
it was quite comfy!
"Show me your tits," he demanded as he fumbled with my jeans. I wasn't wearing
a belt but he was still having a bit of a hassle getting the tops undone. Well,
that was his problem so I lifted up my sweatshirt, exposing my bare breasts to
him. My nipples were hard, sticking out like bullets. I couldn't help but
grimace to myself whenever he called them "tits". To me, they are my boobs.
When I am trying to be more formal, then "breasts". If I was goofing around or
what not, maybe "the girls" or something like that, but never "tits". I really
don't know why it turns me off so badly; just sounds demeaning to me I guess.
In any case, he stared at my boobs as he finally undid my jeans and unzipped
them. I held my boobs, one in each hand, as he struggled to pull my jeans off.
Yes, they WERE damn tight. If he was having so much trouble getting them OFF,
imagine what I went through to get them ON! He persevered, just as I knew he
would. After all, there was no way a pair of tight jeans was going to keep my
uncle from fucking me.
With my jeans off and my sweatshirt pulled up to my neck, I was left laying nude
on the bed with nothing else on but my white anklets. I debated pulling off the
sweatshirt altogether but it seemed like a reasonable precaution in case someone
came in. Looking back, it was pretty silly of me to even think that way as what
difference was a sweatshirt going to make if we were caught fucking? But at the
time it made me feel more secure and that's what counted.
I could feel the coats under my ass and I wondered whose winter coat was rubbing
against me. In my head I made a mental note to check before this was all over.
It would be cool to see them wearing it, knowing my bare ass had been all over
it not too long before.
"Damn!" was all my Uncle Jim could get out as he stood there staring at my all
but nude body. His dick was practically quivering he wanted to fuck me so bad
and I wondered why he didn't just get to it.
"You like my pussy Uncle Jim?" I said in my little girl voice. Guys always
seemed to like it when I spoke that way, as if somehow I was ten years old or
something.
"God, you have such a sweet cunt!"
"Well, it's waiting for you," I said softly, as if I was a little girl taking it
for the first time. My right hand reached down between my legs and I pulled it
up as it caressed my pussy on the way. My middle finger ran between my pussy
lips, showing him how wet and ready I was for him.
"See, it's all wet and ready."
"Spread your legs apart more."
"You mean
.like this?" I asked innocently, widening my legs apart which gave him
a complete view of my cute ass and pussy. I don't think calling it cute makes
me superficial or whatever. All through my teen years guys have told me that my
ass is my best attribute so what the heck, why not call it cute?
"Spread your pussy apart for me," he demanded as he started stroking his cock.
Crap, there was no need for him to stroke himself when my pussy was ready and
willing to accommodate him! In any case, I did as he asked, using both hands to
spread me wide open.
My pussy was practically aching as it waited for his dick. You would never know
it had been fucked not long ago by Rick but it was insatiable, always demanding
more. Most of the time I like to think I control my pussy, not the other way
around. There are those times, though, like now, when my pussy wants it so bad
it takes control and I'll do most anything to satisfy it. Case in point my
brief but brilliant career as an escort which was a response to my pussy when I
wasn't getting any in college.
Uncle Jim moved up between my legs, not even holding his cock as he prepared to
fuck me "no hands". With the way his cock stuck out like an arrow heading for
its target, all he had to do was line it up with me and push it in.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I groaned, almost too loudly as his dick spread my pussy part and
his cock head pushed its way into me. At this instant it didn't matter he
wasn't that good looking, or that he was overweight, or even that he was covered
with body hair. The only thing about him I cared about at this moment was the
appendage sticking out from his crotch, or more precisely, that part of him that
was now inside of me. Nothing else makes my pussy feel this way, the way it
feels when a real dick is forcing its way inside of it. Dildos just don't cut
it for me because in the back of my mind, I know that it's just a hard piece of
plastic in me. My own fingers feel good, but their MY fingers, not someone's
dick. Tongues and whatever else someone may use on me canal be enjoyable, but
NOTHING even comes close to comparing the incredible sensations I feel
throughout every inch of my body when I feel a real hard cock violating me.
"Yeah, this is what you really wanted, isn't it you nasty slut," he gloated, as
he kept pushing himself into me, one bit at a time.
"Oh yes Uncle Jim, fuck me
..oh please fuck me," I cried out to him in as low a
voice as I could control. If someone had their ear on he door then it would be
all over with but the burning at the stake! Frankly, I just didn't give a damn
anymore. I wanted to be fucked, to be laid, screwed, drilled, you name it. As
long as it meant putting his dick in me, I didn't care what it was called.
"Damn, you really need to talk to your aunt," he teased, still pressing himself
ever so slowly into me, "teach her to enjoy my cock like you do."
That almost made me lose it as I fought back a giggle. Oh sure, I could just
imagine me teaching my Aunt Shari how to let herself go when her husband fucked
her. Instead, I used what he said and twisted it around to suit me.
"You like fucking me more than her, don't you Uncle Jim?"
He had pushed himself all the way in me by now and was on the way out as slowly
as he had entered. As horny as I knew he was, it was quite a display of
willpower on his part not to just start fucking me hard and cumming.
"Shit, she just lays there," he complained.
"Do you think of me then?"
He was now stroking himself in and out of my pussy fairly quickly as he replied,
"Hell yes, that is, when we ever do it."
That was a turn on to me. I could imagine him in bed with my aunt, getting hard
thinking of me and then fucking her. She would think he was turned on by her
when all the while it was actually my nude body that he was fantasizing about
fucking. When he came in her, I bet he was dreaming of his dick in my tight
pussy, not in her loose hairy cunt.
He fucked me like that for a few minutes. Actually, with the time limits we
had, I didn't really expect anything more than that but he was going for it, one
way or another.
"Turn over bitch," he demanded after suddenly pulling out of me. I knew it was
better not to question him once he got in this frame of mind so I flipped over
and laid on top of the coats. The soft fur lining of someone's jacket (I think
it belonged to my cousin Ginny) pressed against my boobs and the fur felt good
against my boobs. I was far enough on the bed that my legs hung out straight
and so he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me back towards the edge until my
pussy was right on the edge and he was holding up my legs by grabbing them under
the thighs.
"Fuck, you have the sweetest ass," he groaned as I felt his cock moving up
against my ass. He put the cock head against my asshole and I flinched.
Turning my head around my shoulder, I scolded him.
"Now you know better than that, Uncle Jim."
"Oh come on, you'll like it once you get started," he protested.
"NO!" I said, loud enough that anyone in the hall probably would have heard.
"OK, OK, I get the message," he said in a more humble tone.
Figuring things were going to be uncomfortable this way, I rolled to my side and
gathered in several coats under my stomach, so that when I rolled back over onto
my stomach again, it raised me up and my pussy was more at an angle for him,
making it easier for him to fuck me without having to lean over or bend down.
"Good idea," he complimented me and before I could answer, he had slipped
himself back into me again. After being stretched out by his first fucking of
me, and given how incredibly wet I was, his dick slid into me like it was a
greased pig.
"Oh yeah, that's better," I moaned softly, once again feeling the pleasure of
having his cock inside of me.
I was actually on my knees and elbows now, the coats pushed under my stomach to
help support me. Now that he didn't have to hold my legs up, he used the
opportunity to play with my ass, squeezing it and rubbing his hands all over my
butt.
"Oh my god, did I tell you what a great ass you have?" he groaned. Of course he
had but it didn't matter, he could tell me a hundred times and I wouldn't mind.
Really, what girl in the world would get mad because a guy complimented her ass
too many times?
Being on my knees like this, I was able to rock in time with his strokes which
helped to drive him deeper into me when he pushed in. On the way out it took a
little more dexterity as too much by either of us and he would slip out of me.
Even when that happened, it was only a matter of seconds before he had himself
back where he belonged.
"God damn it, I'm cumming, turn around," he groaned as he pulled out of me.
This was NOT on my agenda but there wasn't time to argue, just to do as he said.
I flipped over and literally slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him as
he stroked his cock the final few times he needed to get off.
"Open your mouth dammit!" he hissed as he put his cock in front of my face. It
wasn't like I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. Heck, if anything I wished
ALL of his cum would end up in my mouth but that was just wishful thinking on my
part as it turned out.
"Arghhhh!" he groaned as his hips jerked and his cock jerked as well in front of
my face. God only knows where that first shot went but it was "just a little
outside" as the movie goes. All I knew was he missed my face entirely and it
flew past to the left of me. The next shot was right on target, hitting my
mouth and landing on my outstretched tongue. It seemed especially bitter today,
maybe because of the beer he had been drinking.
The rest of his cum went everywhere. Some I could feel on my cheeks, some in my
mouth, and the rest was simply a mystery for now. When he finished shooting I
took his dick back in my mouth, sucking out the last of his cum that I could
from his rapidly dwindling cock. He shuddered when I first took his cock in my
mouth, as if it was ultra-sensitive. I imagined it was like my clit after an
orgasm. Heck, all I needed was a pair of tight jeans after I came and it was
off to the races again for me.
"God that felt so good," he moaned.
Then suddenly, he was all business, just like his son had been earlier. It
didn't really surprise me to see the Dr; Jeckle & Mr. Hyde routine again. After
all, most men acted this way after they had cum with me. Super horny and hot
one second, back to work the next.
"C'mon, get dressed before someone comes in here!"
Funny, a few seconds ago the entire family could have walked in and I doubt it
would have fazed him but now that he had been satisfied, it was all he worried
about. He was actually right in pushing me to get going as had it been up to
me, I might have laid back down on those coats again and masturbated until I
came.
I stood up and pulled my sweatshirt down. If someone came in now they would see
I didn't have any jeans on but at least that's all they would see. How I would
have possibly explained the disappearance of my pants never crossed my mind at
the time but it made me feel better at the time for some reason. Reaching down,
I grabbed my jeans. The easiest way to get on a pair of tight jeans is to lay
back on your bed and work them up so I laid back on the coats once again and
managed to eventually get them back up and buttoned. By that time my uncle was
dressed and ready to go. When I stood up he looked at me and grinned.
"What's so funny?" I inquired.
"Well, maybe you had just better look in the mirror."
There was a large mirror over the dresser and I instantly say what he was
referring to. Damn, he had sprayed cum all over my sweatshirt! Crap, now what
was I gonna do? I wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even a bra, so taking
it off wasn't an option. Then I looked closer and saw that my face still had
some cum on it and there was one especially large blob at the hairline over my
forehead. Damn, this was going to be a pain!
"You go back, I have to clean up," I said to him.
"Well, you're a great fuck Kelly," he said, his hand on the doorknob. "My
brother's a VERY lucky guy!"
With that he left, leaving the door opened. I quickly made my way to the
bathroom which thankfully had a lock on the door as no sooner was I in there
than someone knocked no the door and tried to enter.
"You in there Kelly?"
Whew, it was my mother! I took in a breath and opened the door to see her
standing out there alone.
"You OK hun? You've been gone for quite a while."
I opened the door fully to let her in and she saw my predicament.
"Oh for crying out loud Kelly, why didn't you take it off?" she scolded me. So
typical of my mom. It wasn't the fucking that she was worried about, it was
always about being responsible.
"I was afraid someone might come in," I replied, the answer sounding even more
lame when I said it out loud.
"Oh right, like THAT would've made a difference," my mom laughed, easing the
tension a bit. "Here girl, let's get you cleaned up."
She helped wash off the cum from my face and hair, even finding some on my neck
I had missed. As for my sweatshirt, we decided it best just to let it soak in
and claim I had spilled some water without really explaining how it managed to
strike me in such drops. For whatever reason, we left the bathroom through the
bedroom door which turned out to be fortunate. As we walked through, she looked
at the coats still piled up from when I was being fucked.
"Oh Kelly, do I have to do EVERYTHING for you?" she whined. "God, you would
think you were fifteen again or something."
She was printing at the coats and it was then I realized where that first large
shot of cum had gone that I hadn't accounted for. It was all over one of the
coats.
"You're pretty damn lucky, you know it don't you?"
I nodded because I recognized the coat it was my mom's.
"You owe me for a dry cleaning now girl," she teased me as she folded the coat
so nobody would see the cum stains.
Looking down the hall before we left, she turned to me with a motherly smile.
"Well, I can't say I approve of you deserting everyone in the middle of
Thanksgiving but did you at least enjoy it?"
I nodded and grinned and she hugged me and kissed me. It was a good thing that
nobody was in the hall as it wasn't just a peck on the cheeks either!
"OK, that will have to do for now, let's get back," she said. "Hopefully getting
it twice is enough for you until we get home!"
I looked at her and just grinned. It was great having a mom who was so
understanding and supportive. I thought of my Aunt Shari and how differently my
life would have been had she been my mom. Well, I wouldn't trade my mom for her
in a million years, not for any price!
THE END
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