Subject: Jane Ward - Sex With My Dad and Uncle Burt
Written by: Jane Ward <daddyluvsjanie@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, August 1, 2007 2:58:43 AM
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Hi, Kelly,
It's me, Janie again.
I am usually only over at Dad's house on weekends. I was a little horny,
I guess after missing our week end and only that quickie at his office
Monday, then doing some writing about our new relationship. Relationship
takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it. I thought I would surprise Dad
Wed. afternoon. I was getting there much earlier than he would, so I
thought I would set the stage for his surprise.
I let myself in and went to the kitchen for a drink, trying to think just
how to work this. How about a quick shower and meet him at the door in a
towel? That sounds like it has possibilities. I sat the drink down and
went up to my room to use the shower there. I keep a lot of my stuff
there for convenience. Although I thought about using his shower, just
in case he got home early and might catch me there...more interesting
possibilities. Oh, Dad's floors don't creak, Kelly. So I wouldn't hear
him coming. (Though, I hoped to hear him cumming later.)
As I entered my room, I could hear the shower. Whose surprise is this??
I didn't see Dad's car, but it could be in the garage. He usually doesn't
bother with it, but sometimes he does. Not much bother with an automatic
door opener. Wish I had one.. Anyway, new possibilities, but why was he
using my shower? Enough questions. I quickly got undressed and slipped
into the bathroom just as the shower door opened. AAAAAAAH!!! I never
realized how fast so many thoughts could run through my head. I knew
where Daddy's gun was in his room and I could probably beat this intruder
in there.
Right, that was not dear old Dad. The naked, wet man, standing there with
a huge cock was definitely not him.
"Jane, it's me...Uncle Burt." At least he was quick with that one, even
though he was also surprised. At least it kept him from getting shot. As
he said later, he was not only surprised to see me suddenly, but totally
surprised at "the gorgeous, hot looking, naked, grown up woman" standing
before him. (His words later.) Yeah, I soon noticed that huge piece of man
meat getting harder. He quickly grabbed a towel and covered himself. It
was only then that I had the sense to grab my robe from the bathroom door.
OK. This was my mother's younger brother, whom I had not seen in years. He
kept in contact by phone and mail, but lived out in California, and we
hadn't actually seen him in a long time. How long was it?
When we had calmed down enough, we both began to talk at the same time. I
stopped and let him go first. "Your dad picked me up at the airport and
dropped me off here because he had to finish up some things at work. He said
I could use your room and to make myself at home."
"We had some business here and I grabbed at the chance to spend some time
with my lovely little niece.. Still very lovely but, well, not so little
anymore, huh? Wow, have you grown up!" (I wasn't sure how much he had grown
up since I saw him, but boy, was he grown!)
I thought, OK, this is my mother's baby brother that we haven't seen for
awhile. So I went over to give him a big hug. He hugged me also, and when
we moved back the towel came loose and fell to the floor with him grabbing for
it. I said, "Speaking of growing, what do you feed that thing?" I know it's
not original, but it was appropriate. It may well be the biggest dick that I
have seen. "It's not so much what I feed to it as what I feed it to. (I'll
bet he has said that before) Look, enough of that. How have you been?" as he
turned to take some boxer shorts and a t-shirt out of his bag and put them on.
OK, nice buns, too, if you were wandering. I'll bet those hips could operate
that instrument pretty good.
Before I could respond, he added, "Do you know how much you look like your
mother? It's amazing. I'll never forget how gorgeous she was. Sorry. I hope
that doesn't bother you."
"Dad has mentioned it, but he doesn't talk too much about it, even though I
like hearing about it. I have looked at some old pictures, but they don't
seem to tell the whole story. A 'thousand words' just doesn't seem to be
enough. And I would like so much to learn more about her. There must be so
much I don't know. I'll bet there is a lot that you could tell me."
He said, "Well, it was like a flashback when I first saw you just now. It has
been so long since I saw her like that.. Oh! I'm sorry."
"Don't keep apologizing, I like to talk about her. But, what did you mean
about seeing her like that?"
"Well, Jennifer was a bit older than me, but we were very close, and I did
have occasion to see her beautiful body naked. She sort of helped raise me,
you know. But, what are you up to these days? Tell me about yourself."
"Hold it, Uncle Burt. You are not getting out of this that easy. There is
more here isn't there? There is so much I don't know about her. She had had
the talk" with me, but she was killed before we got close enough for mature
girl talk. And she certainly never told me anything about a close relationship
with you, other than big sister/little brother. I want so much to hear all you
can share with me about her. But for now let's start with what you just shied
away from."
"I think you liked her naked body. Come on, out with it."
"Just what do you want to know, Janie?"
"Right now, I want all the juicy details about your relationship with my mother?
Later you can catch me up on other interesting stuff. Like did you have sex
with her?"
"Well, if you really want to hear it.. This is your own mother we are talking
about, you know."
"YES!! Now out with it."
"OK. The whole story, as brief as I can tell it." And he proceeded to tell me
how this one time just before his twelfth birthday, Jennifer (Mother) talked
him into hiding in her closet. The doors had louvers, so he could see out with
out being seen. She said he would see something that he might find hard to
believe, but she couldn't describe it to him. He would have to see it. He was
to keep it a very strict secret, just between them. He couldn't tell anyone.
"I was in there for awhile before I heard someone come into the room, and I
moved to where I could see who it was. It was Jennifer, followed closely by
our father."
He went on to related how Mom got undressed as my Granddaddy stood there
watching. He got excited at seeing his big sister naked. The fact that his
father was there watching made it kind of strange to him. When Mom was totally
naked, she knelt down and reached out to opened her daddy's pants and pushed
them to the floor. He thought, "What a big cock. Maybe my little dick can get
that big someday." Although not real big then, it was starting to get hard.
He couldn't believe what happened next. She bent down and took that big
dick right in her mouth.. What is this?
Their father started pushing himself in and out of her mouth, but she didn't
seem to mind. In fact, when she pulled her mouth away and stood up, there was a
big smile on her face, and she glanced toward the closet door. Did she really
like doing that? A lot of questions ran through his young mind.
Then she went to the bed and lay on her back with her knees up and spread open.
Their father followed her and knelt on the bed with her. She took hold of his
dick and soon it was going into her body. "So this is fucking!" Uncle Burt
thought. "But why is my father fucking my sister, his own daughter? Shouldn't
he be doing that with Mom? " He watch in awe until his father began to grunt,
then moan and stopped fucking. He couldn't see well enough, but found out later
he had left a big load of cum in his sister.
"I hope she was on the pill." Hearing such revelations about my mother, and
this was my first thought?? Actually I think it was a reaction to the fact that
I had not gotten my pills, yet. They rescheduled my appointment, then I
couldn't make it and had to wait again. Couldn't really explain why I need them
in a hurry. Got to do that.
After their father left, she went into the bathroom. When she came back, she
opened the closet door, and stood there, still naked as could be, and said,
"Well, What do you think?"
He said, "How could I express my thoughts after that, and still staring at my
beautiful naked big sister."
"Would you like to try some of that?" she asked him.
"What?? You and me?"
With that she opened his pants and pushed them down, like she had his fathers.
She had him lay back on her bed and she got over him and looked him square in
the eye with a big smile and slowly lowered her head to his small but hard dick.
He said it felt fantastic. Like no feeling he had ever had before. She was
sucking hard on it as her head went up and down.
"I'm sorry, but you insisted, Janie." He said he had an overwhelming sensation
but nothing came out of it.
When she was finished, she sat back with a huge grin of her face, and said,
"Welcome to the club, Little Brother."
Later she helped him fuck her, though it was anticlimactic.. But, he had just
had his first fuck...and with his own sister. A beautiful girl that he knew the
older boys all wanted. He knew because he had even heard some of them talk
about it. And he got to do her. He said he felt so special. He said that it was
later that his climaxes started producing small loads, then larger loads. And
she seemed to love it.
Wow!!! Now this was my Mother he was talking about. It was so hard to believe,
but he had to be telling the truth. And I had pressed him to tell me. I'm sure
I will think of my mother in a different light from now on. But just how? My
mother was involved with incest as a young girl. Uncle Burt said that
Granddaddy had started fucking Mom when she was twelve, and she thought that was
a good age to initiate her little brother. But she never did them both
together. She tried hard to keep her father from finding out about Burt.
Kelly, didn't you say something about inheriting your mother's genes. Well
maybe that's where I got it from. And I never knew about it. It just took a
lot longer to happen for me, even though the urges were there all the time. If
I had only known sooner. The possibilities are staggering.
So much sudden information, but more questions than answers. Like, did my dad
know about any of this? Was she still screwing her father after they married?
Did her relationship with her brother continue? How could she keep this from
me? Well, that one doesn't need an answer. Would she have shared any of this
with me if she had lived longer, and talked with me as I grew up? And, with
recent events in mind, would she have been willing for my dad to do me? Why, it
might have happened soon after, if that tragic accident had not prevented it.
After all, I was the same age then as she was when it started with her. Whoa!
Where are these thoughts going to end?
I looked up and suddenly realized that Daddy should be getting home soon. So I
took some clothes to Daddy's room and dressed, as Uncle Burt finished getting
dressed in my room. Looking back, I laugh and ask, "Why?" Also looking back,
it's too bad I had to leave him with that lump in his boxers. Maybe more on
that development later.
All these recent developments are beginning to overwhelm me. Too much to absorb
so quickly. My Dad, my Mom, my uncle, my grandfather...who's next? I almost
expect someone to pop out of the woodwork (or the shower) with another surprise.
Where will it all end? It has got to settle down. But, then, I started the
ball rolling,
didn't I?
Got to close for now, Kelly. But, yes, there is more to this. Write soon.
Love,
Janie
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From: "Jane Ward" <daddyluvsjanie@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Mother Reincarnated?
Hi, Kelly.
I just wanted to pick up where I left off after my surprise with Uncle Burt.
When Daddy got home, Uncle Burt wanted to take us all out to dinner, but I
insisted on fixing something there. I wanted a relaxed setting where I could
get them both talking about my mother. And right here in her house might help
those memories to come back. I even had them sit around the kitchen table and
talk while I cooked, as Daddy and I sometimes did when I was a little girl and
my mother was cooking.
Daddy always keeps enough there to be able to fix a good meal quickly and
easily. This time it was broiled fish with steamed veggies, sweet potato fries,
and hush puppies. (I'll bet you haven't had sweet potato fries up there.) Want
to keep my lover healthy and happy, and Uncle Burt said it sounded fine for him.
No, I didn't say that part about "my lover" to them. OK, enough from Kelly's
Kooking Korner. [aside: Do you cook, Kelly? I know you have some great
recipes for love juice served up warm and fresh.]
As I cooked, I told my dad that Uncle Burt and I had been talking a little about
Mother and that it had gotten me to wanting to hear more about
her.
Daddy asked what we had talked about already.. OK. I quickly said, "Oh, he
just talked about how she had sort of helped raise him (yeah, raise an
erection), and how he always thought she was such a great big sister. And how he
admired her and thought she was so beautiful. He told me that I look a lot like
her." Uncle Burt got a little restless at that, and I figured that was far
enough. "Do I really, Daddy?" Sounding like an excited little girl. That
opened the door.
"You know I've told you that before, Honey. You certainly do. Even more and
more lately." Careful where you go with that, Pop. After how Uncle Burt had
told it, I had to wander if Daddy had the same thing in mind as he did. I hope
so..
From there they went into telling me all sorts of things about Mother. Some I
had heard before, but a little more detail now, with the two memories coming
together. Others quite new to me. One would start to tell something and the
other join in. This was great, but nothing so surprising as what I had already
heard from Uncle Burt. Neither of them got even close to anything like that.
It was all so exciting to me.
As I learned more about this woman who had been such a saintly memory, I began
to see her in a new light. She was even more real to me than ever before. And
I felt even closer to her than ever. Why hadn't I insisted on this kind of
thing long ago? Even with the knowledge of her incestuous activities with
Granddaddy and Uncle Burt, it did not diminish her in any way in my eyes. As I
thought more and more about it, she climbed the ladder of esteem even higher.
What an amazing woman my mother was. And I love her more and more. [stop to
wipe tears]
It was getting late before the tales began to fade, so I decided to spend the
night on the couch in Daddy's den. As much as I like Uncle Burt, and appreciate
his visit, he was suddenly in the way. If catch my inference. I could take
off the next few days, so it was convenient. There is a half bath down stairs,
so I could be totally discreet. I just went up and got some things from my
room. Wishing all along that I could cuddle up with my father in his bed, in
his strong yet gentle arms. OK, it wouldn't have all been that peaceful and
restful. But It would have been goooood.
The next morning before going to work, Daddy came to the den. Sorry, no wake up
calls like yours, Kelly. Uncle Burt had not stirred, yet. My dad was already
dressed for work and here I was in a sheer nightie. I got up as we talked and
walked him to the door. He hugged me and kissed me very tenderly. Thoughts of
me looking like my mother, him hugging and kissing me as he left for work,
flooded my mind, as I stood just outside the door. Oh! What will the neighbors
say? The morning sun shines right through this thing. Oh, who cares? Had I
become my mother to him? I don't really think so. But, I hope I am a loving
sweet reminder for him of the beautiful but all too brief time they had
together. A time when they made me together. Wow!
I thought of going up to his bed and lay where he had been, but I returned to
the den.
With so much of last night going through my head, I found it impossible to
sleep. So I went to the kitchen and made coffee, then fixed me some breakfast.
As I was finishing, Uncle Burt came in.
"Good morning, Uncle Burt. There's fresh coffee. I'll let you fix it the way
you like it. What kind of breakfast would you like. There's cereal, English
muffins or eggs with sausage or ham. Sorry, no bacon."
"You were such a good cook last night, how about the eggs and ham. If it's not
too much trouble"
"Easy enough. That's what I just had. Guess the smell was suggestive. What
time do you have to be at the office? I told Daddy I would drive you."
They were not expecting him until after lunch, so we had the morning. I thought
I might just pump him some more about him and my mother. That's when I realized
that I was still in a sheer nightie that did little to hide what he had already
seen anyway. I thought that just because he had seen it once didn't give me
license to flaunt it, though. But, I guess it would have drawn more attention if
I suddenly ran out of the room to get dressed. So I stayed like that. I turned
and saw him looking at me with a sweet expression on his face...not lecherous at
all...like remembering something special, I thought.
"I couldn't help thinking of Jennifer when she sometimes fixed my
breakfast. But never dressed like that." I was right..
"I guess I should have thought to bring my robe down last night. I'll run
get it"
"Not on my account."
I think he said that little too quickly and insistently. Whoa! Was I getting
my uncle turned on? I stayed like I was and finished his breakfast order. But
I couldn't help wandering if he had a different breakfast order in mind now. I
sat at the table with him and finished my coffee as he ate. He could hardly keep
his eyes off me. He barely looked down to see what he was eating. Suddenly I
thought, careful, girl. Remember, this guy is loaded for bear. Now where did
that come from? Was I the one who was now horny for my uncle?
"I really do remind you of her, don't I?"
"You have no idea. So much that I have been entertaining thoughts of what it
would be like to have you the way I did her. I'm sorry if that shocks you, but
you see, you have me so turned on I don't know if I could even stand up right
now." He pushed his chair back from the table and stretched his legs out. I
got up and walked around, looked at his crotch and sat down in his lap.
"I see what you mean. I hope I'm not hurting anything...but it feels good under
there."
"Janie!"
Or did he mean "Jennifer." Was I about to play out the role of my mother again?
I didn't care who he thought I was. I suddenly wanted this man in the same ways
she had him. A bit like continuing her activities through me. I really am like
her. And as I think back on it, I love the thought of being like my mother in
every way. I got up and took his hand and lead him up to my room without a word
form either of us. Or was it my mother who was leading him into a new
experience as she had long ago. It was like there was some sort of spell, and I
didn't want to break it, least we stop too soon.
Who is this woman in my dad's house with my uncle? The feeling was almost as if
I wasn't really there, just hovering like a spirit in the room only watching
what transpired. Could I be watching my mother and her brother? But soon I
felt the reality of it all, as the feelings got very physical. And it was
definitely me there.
Was it only three weeks ago that I started and incestuous relationship with my
father, and now I was about to broaden it to include my uncle?
When we reached my room, Uncle Burt looked at me intently as he removed his
clothes.. I was still in my nightie when her came to me and took me in his arms
and held me close. That huge cock trying to get through the sheer fabric of my
nightgown. "Are you sure?" he asked, gently. I knelt and took his big cock
into my mouth for a moment. Then standing back up, looking him in the eyes, "Is
that sure enough?" With that he lifted my nightgown over my head, and we stood
there, both totally naked, looking into each others eyes. That big cock reached
out for me but my eyes stayed on his. I love so much the way may father looks
into my eyes at times like this. And this was turning me on even more as my
uncle now did the same. Was it my mother that inspired both of them to do this?
With a lovely naked woman before them, they look lovingly into her eyes.
Mmmmmm! I could never get too much of this. As much as I enjoy my father
looking at me now when he is appreciating my body (it sometimes sends a shiver
through me), this thing he and Uncle Burt do with the eyes is even better.
He took my hand and we moved to the bed. He sat on the edge and leaned back. I
knelt between his feet and stared at that enormous cock before me. I held it in
my hands and looked up into his eyes as I guided it to my lips and kissed the
head of it. I opened my mouth and let my tongue lick all around the head, then
down and back up the under side of it. Back at the top I opened my mouth and
looking him in the eyes again, I took the head into my mouth and held it there,
letting him feel the warmth and wetness of my mouth. Our eyes never leaving the
other's. I pulled it out and looked at it, then back into his eyes, and back
into my mouth it went, as far as it could go. For a fleeting moment I thought
of you, Kelly. How I wished at that moment that I could take it into my throat
as you describe. All of this wondrous thing in me. You make it sound so good,
it must be wonderful. But I could only get about half, or maybe a little more.
He had his hands on my arms and he drew me up to him and we kissed a long,
passionate kiss. He stood as I shifter around and he laid me back on the bed.
I opened my legs as he knelt before me. After a longing look at my face and
then my pubic area, he lowered his head with his mouth open wide to cover my
pussy and in came his tongue. I was not making comparisons at the time, but as
I think back now, not quite the finesse of my father, but very effective. He
swirled his tongue in and around the opening of my pussy, then licked up over
the clit. His hands moved up over me and he captured both of my breasts and
began massaging them and playing with the hard nipples. He sucked strongly on
my clit and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. After a few more strokes in and
over my wet pussy, he stood up.. As I think back on it now, some of that was a
lot like Daddy. Mother? I moved up further on the bed anticipating what was
coming. I spread my legs and he knelt on the bed between them. My eyes were
going back and forth between his eyes and his cock. I'm glad that he got my
pussy juices flowing. He moved the head of his cock back and forth over my
pussy, wetting the head enough to ease the entry. Then he stopped, looked into
my eyes and pushed gently, but firmly until he was entering into my body. It
was a very tight fit, and a tremendous feeling, but he made it, and began
stroking in and out, slowly, then faster, then slow again. I was loving ever
feeling that he was causing in me. I don't think I can describe those feelings
well enough. My body seemed to be feeling things it had never felt. He fucked
me like that for what seemed a long while, yet also seemed not near long enough.
Soon I was feeling the rise of my orgasm, thinking, "Don't stop now. Please
don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me, Uncle Burt." I wanted to scream it. Then I was
cumming and cumming and cumming. As my orgasm began to subside, I caught a
change in his expression, and I said, "It's alright. Cum in me. I want it in
me. I want you in me." And He did. "Janie. Janie." he said. He flooded me
and his cock and my pussy got slick and sloppy with all the juices. They ran
out and down and paddled around my ass and I didn't care about the mess. I
loved it as he still pumped in and out of me, until he relaxed and lowered his
body onto mine.
Yes. He called my name at that magic moment. It was me he was making love to
and not a specter of his sister. Although I do hope it was a sweet remembrance
of her for him as well. And I wished she could somehow feel it through me.
That I could somehow share this with her. I was saddened that we couldn't both
be there to share him together. How fortunate my mother was to have known both
of these men. And now, so does her daughter, who loves her so very much. Thank
you for sharing them with me, Mother. Thank you for teaching them both so well.
It must have been because of her. I've never had any other man like these two,
and she is the common denominator. I especially love the way they look deeply
into my eyes at a time when most men would be ravaging a woman's naked body with
their eyes. Hadn't he said that she looked him in the eyes when she took him
the first time?
This isn't just sex and satisfying a physical urge. These two men both made
love to me. Even as they both made love to my mother, and perfected with her
some of the things they have shared with me.
Yes, it was very good, but he is not my father. Daddy is still the best for me.
For now, he is my man. And I am so anxious to be with him again. But how, with
Uncle Burt here? And He has several more days. I'll figure out something.
Another quickie at his office if nothing else.
"Uncle Burt, should we tell Daddy?"
That will have to wait.
Love,
Janie
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From: "Jane Ward" <daddyluvsjanie@yahoo.com>
Subject: More with my uncle
Hi, Kelly.
Just want to catch up on what's happening. It is all going so fast. Some of my
writing about it will have to wait. I type pretty good, but can't do it while
this is all taking place. :) :o :)) (If you don't understand that middle
symbol, just read on.)
Daddy wound up having to meet with some business associates that evening, so it
was me and Uncle Burt for dinner. He wasn't familiar with the restaurants here,
so he had me pick something that I thought would be special. I did not take him
to our booth with the round table.
When we were settled, I returned to my earlier question.
"Uncle Burt, should we tell Daddy?"
"First. Why don't you just call me Burt? That Uncle part sounds strange coming
from a beautiful grown woman I'm enjoying being out with, and after what we have
done together now, it just seems out of place. Second. Why would we need to
tell your father? I'm afraid it might upset him. I really would like to stay
on his good side."
By the way, there were no special activities like the ones with Daddy in the
booth behind the round table.
I said that we could skip that for now, then. Then I told him that I had been
thinking and I have even more questions for him about Mother. And I began firing
them at him in rapid order, without giving him a chance to answer each one.
Like: Did you still have sex with Mother after she married Daddy? Did Daddy
ever know about her incestuous relationship with him and Granddaddy? When did
he last fuck her? Did she suck him off a lot? Did you eat her pussy? Did she
get to enjoy that huge cock of his after it got so big? Did Granddaddy ever
find out about his son having sex with his daughter? When I go to visit
Granddaddy, is it possible that he might be able to fuck me? I've had two of her
lovers, why not him too? Oooooops.
That slowed me down enough for him to get a few words in. "What do you
mean two of her lovers? You're not telling me that you have slept with
your own father?"
"I'm sorry. I guess that was a slip of the tongue."
"No. I think that was a Freudian Slip, and Freud would probably have
been very interested in that one, like I am. Now it's your turn.
Out with it."
We had gone this far. Why not? I mean he was already somewhat familiar with
incest. And he was family...close family. They had both fucked Mother and now
they had both fucked me.. So I began to tell the whole story, of how I had
dreamed for so long of making love with my father, who loved me and I loved him
so very much. I knew he missed Mother, and although I did not wish to replace
her, I did want so very much to do something special for him. And letting him
fuck me seemed to be something I would love to do for him. Besides, I wanted it
for myself as well. I was really hung up on the guy. I told him how that after
all those years of Daddy not ever letting on that he wanted me, too, I finally
got up the nerve to try initiating the act myself. I told him I did it by
reading your website, and by writing to you for advice and encouragement. He
asked me about this website that encourages a girl to have sex with her own
father. I told him how your site is so beautiful and how it's about sex with
many members within the family...even uncles. He said "Yeah, right." He asked
if he could see the site, so when we got home, we went to the computer and I
pulled it up. After all, it's bookmarked for ease of access. First I let him
read some of your diary accounts, especially the one about your first time with
your dad. Then when I thought he might be ready, I showed him my new page.
That got to him good.
"You're writing in there about all the things you have been doing with your
father? Where anyone can read it? Does he know?" He must have missed that
part. Now who is full of questions? At least he didn't ask if he would wind up
in there also.
He seemed confused, but at the same time was getting excited. He was
standing behind me, reading over my shoulder, pretty much like Daddy was
that first time. I turned to see that bulge in front of my face. I
looked up at him, reaching for his belt and zipper, and said, "Here, let
me help you with that." With that I lowered his pants (it would have
been difficult to get that thing out through the fly in that condition.)
and began to caress that precious hunk of man meat. I kissed it, all
around the head and down the sides and back up....licking and kissing.
I even got bold and took a light nibble along the side with my teeth. Don't
know why. Don't know if it did anything for him, but I suddenly I wanted to do
it and I did. Back at the head I gave it a few big kisses (appropriate for his
size) letting my saliva drool over it. With a quick look up into his eyes I
brought it into my eager hungry mouth. Like the night I took Daddy in the car,
we did not have desert after dinner, so here again was my desert about to be
served to me in one of my favorite dishes.' Delicious desert from a delicious
dish. What more could a horny, hungry girl ask for? After I bobbed my head on
that pole for awhile, Burt (that does sound nice without the 'uncle') began to
gently stroke himself in and out of my mouth. Nice. It relieved my neck for a
moment, and I just relaxed and enjoyed the motion, the feel, the excitement,
eagerly anticipating what he was working up to, as he lovingly fucked my mouth.
I had not yet taken his cum in my mouth, and I found that I eagerly anticipated
it. I wanted it more than anything I could imagine at that moment. At this
present moment, as I write about it all, what I really want most of all is my
father in me. Back to the matter at hand...in mouth...you know what I mean.
Actually it was both since there was plenty for mouth and hands. In fact I was
using both hands to caress what I could not fit into my hungry mouth. I have
got to learn to deep-throat, but I doubt that I could ever handle this one.
Both of us were in action now, with my head bobbing and his cock stroking, my
hands caressing, and there it was. He had a load to go with that cock. It
filled my mouth, and with it already stuffed with all that meat, the semen began
oozing out around his shaft. Down my chin and dripping onto my dress . Yes, it
all came about so quickly and naturally that I had not yet removed one stitch
of clothing. I have said before that I like it nice and neat, but when you just
can't help it, go for it. I slipped my mouth back enough to begin swallowing.
When I got that much down, I let him slip out of my mouth and began licking all
the precious goo that I could get from around his cock. Then back inside for
another moment of strong suction to get all that I could from him. Once I felt
that I had him drained, I moved back and with my fingers began swabbing the
cum that was clinging to my chin into my mouth. I licked my fingers as he
watched with a beautiful look on his face. And I put that look there. Just a
slight touch of pride.
Once more in front of your website, Kelly. It may not be like the tribute
pictures you write about from your admiring fans, but I guess you could say that
this is my tribute to you. I wander just how many men I could get to read your
writings over my shoulder? Never mind, let's just keep it in the family...for
now at least.
I found myself thinking what a lucky woman I am to now have two such
accomplished lovers in my life after having only an occasional fuck for so many
years. Then I realized that my uncle will be going back to California. But I
do have Daddy, and he is enough for me. He is really all that I wanted for such
a long time. This experience with Burt will be a beautiful memory, and I may
even masturbate thinking about him. Best of all I will be able to remember
sharing love with my mother in a very, very special way. I so wish that she
could be here now, where we could actually share these special men and talk
together about them later, like you do with your mother. I would love to lay
naked, cuddled up with her as we talk, and feel the soft warmth of our bodies
together, and drift off to sleep in a dream world.. Whew!!
But now it's time to wake up and get moving.
Hopefully there will be more developments soon.
Love,
Janie
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Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 12:40:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Jane Ward" <daddyluvsjanie@yahoo.com>
To: "Kelly Wells" <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting our men together
Hi, Kelly.
I find it interesting, to say the least, that so much happened so quickly with
Uncle Burt. Wednesday afternoon it was tantalizing sights and titillating
talk.. Thursday morning and evening, it was full blown sex. Well, at least in
the evening he was blown fully. Mmmm! Mmm! good.
Well, I finally had a chance to talk with Daddy. He came home early Friday, and
Uncle Burt was upstairs. I lead up to it by talking about your site again. I
talked about reading how your mother had sex with her father and your uncle, and
how your father and mother have shared such a strong love though it all, and
maybe even strengthened because of it all. It worked again. Have I told you
that I love your site?
After talking a bit back and forth and throwing in some innocent comments about
Mother, the thoughts all sort of converged in him. I had tried to keep her on
his mind.
"Honey, about your mother. With your uncle here and all this talking about her,
some things have been crowding my mind. Things I've never been able to share
with you, but have wanted to. I think you might be ready for them, now. At
least I hope you are."
With that he began to relate how Mother had first been initiated into sex by her
father. He told me how it was at such a young age, twelve, She didn't, yet
understand it all, but soon began to enjoy it herself, and looked forward to it.
You don't have to let Uncle Burt know that I told you, but she even took him at
the same age and began an incestuous relationship with him also, although she
was a bit older than him.
"Honey, I hope this is not too much for you, but in light of what we have now, I
have been thinking that maybe you should know. I hope you won't think badly of
her. She was so precious, and she loved you so much."
"Oh, Daddy. No, I don't think badly of her. And I never will. I want you to
know that I love her even more than ever. Thank you for sharing this with me.
You have no idea how much it means to me. You and Uncle Burt have told me so
much about how I am like her. I want terribly to be just like her in every way
I can. Having you like I do now, kind of like she had you, and knowing these
things about her, it's given me such a wondrous connection with her. It's
something that I can't explain."
"Daddy, I hope you won't take this wrong, but Uncle Burt has already shared some
of this with me. He started telling me how much I reminded him of her, and soon
something slipped out. I started pressing him then and forced him to tell me
all that he could. I had such mixed feelings for a little while. But soon my
love for her took over. It's a love that I feel we could have shared so well
had she not died when she did. And knowing now about her early experience with
Granddaddy, maybe, just maybe she could have shared me with you in that special
way, too. I would so much love to have been sharing you with her all those
years. Yes, from the same age that she started, or even earlier. I really
needed for you to know that I already knew some of this, so that you and I could
talk freely about it all. Thank you, Daddy for understanding and talking with
me. She means so much to both of us. And now, we can share her so much better.
I love you. We both love you."
"One more thing, Daddy. Thursday morning, as Uncle Burt and I talked about
mother, one thing lead to another and it was like Mother took over my body, and
we lead him up to my room where we made love to him. I hope you don't mind too
much, Daddy. It really was such a beautiful thing. It can't compare to what
you and I have, but now I have shared two of Mother's lovers with her. I feel
such a marvelous kindred spirit with her now. I share a love with her that I
had never known before."
"OK. I'll stop. You say something. Tell me you love me and tell me how much
you love Mother."
"Sweetheart, you'll have to give me some time to absorb all this. But, know
this. I do love you. I love you more than ever. And I have always loved your
mother, and always will. I'll never see you as a substitute or fill-in for her,
or anything like that. No matter how much you are like her, you are you, and
you always will be. It's just that I love you both more than I can ever tell
you. And I still tell her every day. These recent days, I have been telling
her how thankful I am that she gave me you. You were made from our love for one
another, not from an act of sex. Always remember that. We wanted a special
representation of our love and we got you. What could be better. How one man
can be so blessed to have not one but two such loves in his life is beyond me.
Thank you for being one of those loves, and for finally opening it up for us.
And, I guess you could thank Kelly when you write to her. I suppose you are
writing about all this. This little conversation is probably too personal for
her site, though."
Well, maybe I'll let him read it later.
"As for your Uncle Burt. Well, I was able to share your beautiful mother with
him, why not my beautiful daughter, also."
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I love you, I love you." As I rushed into his arms.
After a while we were lying back on the couch entwined in each others arms, just
relaxing silently, for along time, trying to absorb it all. Then Uncle Burt
came in.
"Oh! Is everything alright?"
I started to bolt from Daddy's arms, but why? "Everything is just about as fine
as it can be, Uncle Burt. Remember what I asked you about telling Daddy? Well
, I did, and everything is alright. And if it's all right with you, too,
everything will be just perfect. He even said that if he could share his
beautiful wife with you, why not his beautiful daughter, also. Isn't he sweet?
But I want you to know this. As good a lover as my mother taught you to be, you
will never match up to this man. So, get used to it now."
"I guess I can handle that. It's the same reaction I used to get from your
mother."
"Since we are being so open about all this now. I'm thinking that with my time
here so short, that maybe we might take advantage of that understanding and I
could get as much of you as I can handle before I have to go. Would that be
okay with you?"
"I think I would love it. Just how much of me do you think you can handle? Get
this straight though. I am also going to have as much of my father as I can
during the same time. I've lost too many years just wanting him and not having
him. Are we all agreed, then?"
"Daddy?" "Sure."
"Burt?" "Why not?"
"Janie? YESSSS!!!"
We clasped our hands together like three musketeers. How corny, but precious.
I stood and quickly started removing all my clothes. "Rather than draw straws,
you had better both get naked fast. Did Mother ever have you both at the same
time? No matter. I intend to. If she hasn't, then she can just jump back in
me and share you both with me now if she wants."
"Just get busy fucking me...let me suck you...anything and everything. Whatever
you want. Whatever you can think of. Do it with me...or to us. Ready for
this, Mother?"
And they were on me like flies on honey. I was enjoying being their honey.
I don't know how I can tell all this and keep it all straight. There were so
many things happening to me at once. Their were hands all over me. It seem
there were more than just four. Mine were busy on those two marvelous cocks.
One rather large, the other what I call just right. Plenty big enough and the
most talented that I have ever experienced. Maybe that's mostly in the mind.
But the mind is really the sexiest part we have. Both of them got harder and
harder very fast. Got to have one in mouth mouth, now. Which one doesn't
matter. They will both get there. I knelt between them and quickly took one
into my hungry mouth. I think it must have been Daddy's. The memories are
swirling in my head now. I quickly moved to take the other one. Yes, this was
Burt's. I remember how that the first one had just felt so good in my mouth and
this one almost hurt my jaws, and it felt good, too. I loved it. I could only
stay with one for a little while before I wanted the other one again.
Soon Daddy was helping me lay back on the thick carpet. As I lay back, I never
release my jaw hold of that enormous cock filling my mouth. Burt just moved
gently with me. What was Daddy doing? Where was he? I don't have him. Ahhh,
there he is. He's kissing and licking my body. He's trailing kisses over my
breasts and my tummy. His tongue dipped into my navel, then down, down to my
waiting pussy. Mother, I hope you are enjoying what you started...what you
taught him to do so well.
Uncle Burt pulled out and let my jaws relax. Isn't he a sweetheart? As much as
I wanted him in me, it was the thing to do for the moment. He leaned down and
kissed me with an open mouth, passionate kiss. He left my lips and moved over
my chin, down my neck and over my chest, onto one titty and then the other,
cupping the breast with his hand and laving the nipple with his talented tongue
in the way that sends a shiver all through me. All this while my father's
skilled tongue and lips were quickly drawing me to the verge of an orgasm, as he
kissed and lick and nibbled all over my pussy. I love the way he gently nibbles
on my clit at just the right moment, with just the right amount of gentle
pressure, releases it and licks some more and flicks his tongue over it, just
touching it. He's moving his tongue inside my cunt as far as he can. He seems
to be trying to stretch it longer and longer, so that he could fuck me with it.
Just when it seems he can't get enough of it in me, he pulls it out and quickly
moves up over me, with Burt dodging aside so Daddy can place his wonderful cock
at the entrance of my body. Then without hesitation, but with gentleness, he
looks lovingly into my eyes and pushes smoothly into my wanton pussy. My
vaginal muscles start clinching and hold him in me. Don't ever come out. But I
realize he must eventually, because there is even more to share.
My uncle moved his cock back to my lips, where I kissed and caressed it so
lovingly. Then I pulled it back inside. I had a magnificent cock in each end
of me. I was never so filled with loving manhood. Oh, I had been screwed by
more than one man at a time before, but that was it. They were screwing me,
even my own husband. This was different. These cocks, these hands, these lips,
these tongues were making love to me...all at the same time, in perfect unison.
What is that marvelous feeling? Yes, I'm cumming, I 'm cumming. Don't let it
stop. "Yes, Daddy, Yess, Yess, Yess.!" Right , I had to let go of Burt's cock
for that one, or I might have bit into it. Can't be damaging that.
Daddy looked up and patted Uncle Burt on the shoulder like a signal. then he
drew himself from inside me and they were switching places. It was almost like
it was pre-arranged. Had they practiced this? Mother? Can't think about that
now. That huge cock was nestled at my door, eagerly waiting to come in, and he
is looking into my eyes. Here it comes. It's pushing its way in me. I want it
in me. Come into me, now! There. There it is. The pressure is so great, but
it's so magnificent...so wonderful. And it's pressing and moving in just the
right places. I'm cumming again, already. Again and again. Then I notice that
as Burt is fucking me to a beautiful climax, Daddy has been doing his part to
help, as he's caressing my body so lovingly. These guys have their team work
going like they are well practiced. Mother? Yes, she keeps joining in.
Working from the inside, in my mind, like she is making love to me, too, from
her own vantage point. What a team! What have I started? Will I ever come
down from this wonderful high? Not until these men have filled me with a double
load of their man juice...their love juice. I am suddenly anxious for their cum
to fill me...to overflow me. All for me. All in me. "Fuck me, Uncle Burt.
fuck me." I literally grab for my father's cock, I want it in my mouth, to
love it and draw his juices from him. Got to balance this feeling in my body
with a like feeling in my head. I'm not making love to his cock now. I'm
attacking it. Demanding that it shoot his cum into my mouth, and down into my
body. I have to have it in me. My uncle is actually slamming himself into my
body now. The excitement is overwhelming. How am I taking all that flesh into
me like this? Who cares how. Just do it. I'm on the verge of another orgasm.
I feel it building in me. It's coming. It's coming. And I'm cumming again.
What is that? He's shooting his cum in me. With my own orgasm, I did not see
his coming. It's so wonderful. What could be more perfect? Mmmmm! Mmmmm!
There's the answer. And I'm swallowing my daddy's cum, and it's becoming a part
of me. My daddy is a part of me. The love juice he made is inside of me.
Uncle Burt's is oozing out of me, but for awhile, it is in me, too.
Do I have to come down from my high? Only for a little while. The men decide
to order dinner delivered. There is a place here that delivers full steak
dinners. (Sorry. No name. No commercial placement here) We have to keep
their energy level up, don't we. I've already had my appetizer. I guess if I
had sucked both cocks to a climax, I would have had a full meal. Maybe another
time.
I slipped on my robe long enough to answer the door. If this delivery boy only
knew what kind of party he was servicing. Or did he get some idea. He glanced
inside. I looked back and although the men had disappeared, most of our clothes
were still scattered around. And my robe wasn't doing a very good job of hiding
what my men had been enjoying. OK. Let the guy get a little bit of an eye
full. I shrugged my shoulders and the robe opened. His tip was more than
generous, so this was just icing on his cake. Better get that door closed
quick, or there might be a door I can't close.
After we ate and relaxed, and talked for awhile, I was beginning to get that
feeling again. I wasn't sitting close with either of them, but I was sitting
where they could both look me over real good, if they wanted to. Were either of
them ready, yet? What can I start now? They took turns fucking me this time.
Each wanting me, yet each willing to let the other go first. Stop with the
delays. Somebody fuck me.
They took turns filling my body and our juices were flowing everywhere. I
cleaned off both of their cocks with my cock hungry mouth as each in turn
pulled out of me. Later I was able to suck Burt's cock to one more climax.
Daddy just rested and watched with an admiring, maybe even proud look on his
face. And I savored it for a long while as I looked into his eyes, and then
into Burt's eyes and I swallowing it all, little by little...drawing out as much
enjoyment as I could. This was probably the last for the night. So why not get
as much pleasure as I can from it.
After a warm shower, I drifted off to sleep cuddled in my father's gentle arms,
thinking that no one has to go to work tomorrow. What will the day bring?
If it's worth telling, I'll let you know. Probably just laze around the house
doing nothing. :) With this team? Right!
I woke up and slipped out of the bed quietly, before the men. I made a pot of
coffee and started writing this while it was still fresh, and I had no
distractions. I had to come back to it to finish it. But, here it is. Hope
you enjoy it. I sure did.
Love,
Janie
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From: "Jane Ward" <daddyluvsjanie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle's Friend
Hi, Kelly, it's me again.
When I picked up Uncle Burt from work Monday, he introduced me around to some
people in their local office. They all seemed nice, and I was invited to come
back anytime. General pleasantries. I was probably going to bring him back and
pick him up again anyway. I'll just pop in and say hi.
On the way home, Burt started telling me about one of the men there. His name
is Jerry. I recognized which one he was talking about. I remember he seemed to
be rather interested in me. Burt told me that he was widowed for almost two
years now. I'd say he's about my age. He's not the 'Hollywood handsome type,'
but tall and quite good looking. Good build. Well dressed. He should have no
trouble getting another wife, if he wants one. From the few words we shared, he
seemed well spoken, also. No. I'm not sizing him up for myself, but I do know
a girl who might be interested. She needs a good husband. Have to see if I can
get her down to his office on some pretext. After some of the things I have
been able to come up with and accomplish lately, I should be able to pull this
off. My turn to do you part, Kelly. I'll be the instigation and inspiration
and the coordinator. I doubt if I could get them to read your diary, though.
Wish me luck. They really would at least look good together.
I had asked Burt to drive. I was wishing I had Daddy's car. I had to satisfy
myself with just reaching over and stroking his thigh, and then that bulge
growing in his pants. I watched him in profile as he drove. Not bad at all. I
hadn't really paid attention to details before. Well, maybe one little detail.
His hair line has started to recede. Maybe that's another reason I didn't
quickly recognize him right away when he stepped out of my shower. Was that
less than a week ago? And now, here I sit caressing his cock through his pants,
and wanting to get to it. Things have been happening so fast. I guess he will
have to leave after this week. Have to coerce him into spending the week-end at
least. Now, how could I do that? Maybe if I promised a repeat of our three
way. Heck, he could get that tonight if he wanted.
Kelly, you had a suggestion about doing them together in a public restaurant.
Any more thoughts as to how? Only thing I can come up with is to find one with
a large table and a low hanging table cloth. The waiter wouldn't even have to
bring me a dinner order. Well, at least not an appetizer or desert. I'd have
one of each. No, Burt would have to qualify for main course. Maybe I could
get the appetizer and then desert both from Daddy. Would that give him long
enough in between? Where has my mind gone? I never thought like this before.
Can't he drive any faster?
I told Daddy I'd like to sleep in my own bed last night. He said sweetly that
he would be lonesome, but he understood. I learned one more thing about my
uncle. He snores. Not bad, though, so once I was exhausted enough, it didn't
really matter. I slept very good. How did I get so exhausted? If you don't
know, then you haven't slept with enough good healthy men, yet. :) It's nice
that he is younger than my dad, and still has a bit more stamina. Sometimes I
find myself a little frustrated having to wait for Daddy to recharge his
batteries. Goes with loving and older man. But I think they are worth it,
don't you?
We had spent the evening in front of the TV just screwing around. Well I was
sure screwing with them. I don't even know what was on the TV. They could have
been watching a cooking show or a porn movie for all I cared. After cleaning up
the kitchen, I decided to just leave my clothes on a kitchen chair. They
weren't going to need a porn movie. They were going to get the real thing.
They both looked me over good when I came in. A nice little shiver ran through
me. They looked at each other and exchanged a few wise remarks. The one that
sticks in my mind was Daddy, "Just like her mother." What had I missed in that
beautiful past?
For that remark, I decided to take him first. He was laid back in his recliner.
I went over and sat on the floor beside him. I looked over my shoulder at my
uncle and told him, "You just watch your Television and I'll get to you soon
enough." My hand was already in my dad's pants. After a few gentle strokes he
was just about ready. I raised up on my knees and leaned over to take that
wonderful cock in to my mouth. I sucked on him for a little while, turning just
enough to look toward his face. He's ready. I let go a bit reluctantly, and
crawled over on the floor and stopped there in front of him on my hands and
knees with my ass toward him.. I looked back over my shoulder at him, with my
best 'What are you waiting for?' look. He didn't need any more encouragement.
As Daddy got undressed, Uncle Burt tossed me a pillow from the couch. The
sweetheart. I cuddle into it with my head and arms. That put my pussy at a
good angle for ease of entry. Daddy got down with me and began kissing and
fondling my ass cheeks. Then he spread them with his big hands and kissed in
between. His tongue went down under my pussy and he licked for just a little
bit before he said, "My juicy Janie." I can live with a nickname like that if
he will just hurry and take advantage of all that juiciness. After all, isn't
that why it got that way?
He delayed entry just a little longer as he liked my pussy lips and moved slowly
up through the crack and right onto my ass hole. What a lovely tingle that sent
through me. I tried to crane my neck to look around at him. "Daddy?" "It's
okay, Sweetheart. Didn't feel good?" "Yesss." With that he raised up and
scooted up between my feet and positioned that precious cock and my entrance.
He rubbed the head over my pussy enough to get it nice and slick, and pushed it
into me slowly, withdrew and then in again, still slowly but all the way. "Yes,
Daddy, Yes. Fuck me." The only thing I don't like about this position is that
I miss him looking deeply and lovingly into my eyes as he enters my body. My
reaction got him going and he fucked away at my body almost with a fury. He
hadn't fucked me quite like this before and it was exciting me. He reached
under me with one hand and began to fondle my hanging breasts. He seems to like
feeling them when they hang down like that. It is a little different from when
you are on your back and they are somewhat flattened out. Or standing. You
know I think he likes them any way he can get them. I had reached under and
felt of his cock going in and out of my pussy. I got the juices on my finger
and began rubbing on my clit. Here it comes. I feel it sort of rolling through
me like little waves on the ocean. Then they get bigger and bigger until the
waves are washing though me. "Ohhh. Oh, yes, Daddy. Yess"
I have to change position. He slips out of me as I flip over on my back and
shove the pillow under my ass to help raise myself up to him. His cock still
wet, he rubs it up and down in my open crack, even over my puckered ass.
There's that tingle again. And then he was quickly back in me. That didn't
take long before I saw it coming as he looked deep into my eyes again and then I
felt the warmth of his cum filling my hungry body. With his softening cock
still in me, he literally collapsed on top of me. Soon he raised just enough to
ease the weight on my body. And lifting his head he looked into my eyes and
smiled. I love that smile I put there. And I smiled back. Have you ever
noticed how the eyes can smile so much more than the mouth can. Yet, we always
associate a smile with just the position of the lips.
I won't bore you with a lot of detail, but it was soon my uncle's turn. He has
to take 'sloppy seconds." Well, I did run to the powder room and clean up a
little and freshed things for him somewhat.
Half time is over so back into the game. Uncle Burt you're in play. I
remembered a small battle of scented body oil in the cabinet and I brought that
back with me just in case cleaning up might have dried my juicy pussy too much
for what lay in store for it. Burt was lying on the couch with one leg stretch
out on the couch and another draped over the side and the third sticking almost
straight up. I went over and straddled him, with one foot on the floor and the
other knee on the couch. This is too awkward. It'll never work efficiently. I
had him get up and I threw the couch cushions on the floor. "Lay down there."
Rather bossy, aren't I. He obeyed and lying there looking up at me, that flag
pole stood straight up, waving just a little at me. I think it was motioning
for me to come on. Straddling him again, I leaned down and rubbed the oil over
his cock, caressing it lovingly with my hands. Looking into his eyes like my
mother used to, I lowered my body onto him and took that huge thing slowly into
my body. My pussy stretched and the oil helped ease him in.
I told you I wouldn't go into too much detail this time. So, yes I fucked
myself good with his marvelous cock and felt a storm burst inside me. I was
over the top...in more ways than one. He was still going strong and I was
feeling second orgasm building in me, then his cum burst into me and flooded me.
As I kept thrusting my body on his cock the juices were pushed out and ran down
over him and onto the cushion. I may have to get a carpet cleaner.
I pulled off and lay on the floor beside him. He looked at me and I guess he
could tell that I had not quite made that last climax. He spread my legs and
knelt between them and I raised my hips as he lifted them with his hands. He
began to eat my pussy as his own juices were still oozing out. I didn't ask if
he liked it as well as I do. He was literally slurping it until it was cleaned
up enough that he could just concentrate on pushing his tongue into my pussy and
licking all around it, then gently nibbling on me just right. Then as his
marvelous tongue flicked back and forth over my clit, I shuddered through my
orgasm. Isn't he a sweetheart?
Sorry. I did get carried away with details. As I wrote, I kept remembering how
wonderful it was, and the details just kept
cumming out. :)
I left them to relax, and went up to shower. As I said earlier, I slept in my
own bed...with my own uncle. But not before tucking Daddy in with a delicious
blow job. I swallowed every scrumptious drop, and kissed him with a "Good
night, Daddy. I love you."
I went to sleep cuddled in my uncle's arms with him spooning me. I lifted my
leg just enough to place his relaxed cock between my legs and held him there as
I drifted off to sleep. Some time during the night, I woke to a movement
between my legs. Now what could that be? Who would have thought this would
happen? I reached down with my hand and felt the head of that special thing
that had to be part of my uncle. I had to let go of him with my legs as I
shifted around to face him and gave him a big kiss. Kisses will have to do, I
thought. And with that I trailed my kisses down his body to take this thing
that has invaded my sleep into my mouth. I'll keep it short and just say it was
good and I was able to swallow it all and clean him up with my tongue and lips,
so no one had to get out of bed. I was soon snuggled in his arms again and I
was asleep with a lovely warm full tummy before he started snoring again. And I
don't think I stirred again until early morning.
Good morning. Have to get my men off to work and stop by the shop to take care
of a few things. But basically I'm taking the week off. They can get me on my
cell phone if they need me. I guess you could say that I have my 'work cut out
for me' these
days.
I like getting up before the men and coming down to write about them.
I think they are up now. See you later.
Love,
Janie
Jane Ward 08 - Sex With My Dad and Uncle Burt