Uncle Mike

By Pussywillow

Mg, cons

Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.

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Can you imagine what it’s like for a little girl to eventually discover her own sexuality and what it might mean to others around her?

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My name is Nancy, and I remember when I asked mother why I didn’t have a daddy like all of my girlfriends had. She then said that my daddy was killed in the Great War, and that my uncle Mike was also wounded and sent back to the states.

Of course, I wasn’t even born yet when my daddy left, and all I ever really remembered was just Uncle Mike.

Although I thought that he wasn’t really the best looking man in the world, he was very athletic looking, and I certainly loved him better than anybody in the whole world except possibly mom.

Uncle Mike would often come to visit us, and when he did, I just loved to get up on his lap so that he would read me a book or help me learn how to read, and then afterwards, he would just cuddle with me. Of course, being a girl who loved to read, I also loved being cuddled by Uncle Mike. I really don’t know how to describe it, but he made me feel just like I was in a great big lovable cocoon with his arms all wrapped around me, hugging me – seemingly protecting me from all of the dangers of the outside world.

Because uncle Mike helped me to read so well, I remember when I entered into the first grade I found that most of the other kids in my class still couldn’t read, and the teacher told me that I could read even better than most of the sixth graders. So when she was teaching the rest of the class how to read, she would give me a book geared more towards the high school level and let me read all by myself in the back of the room.

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But one day to my great dismay, Uncle Mike had to move away, and how I missed him terribly.

Mom said that because he worked as a chef in a restaurant, he was given a real good job offer in another city that he couldn’t refuse.

I also remembered way back then that all of us girls always wore those real short dresses that were in style back then. I guess it was a fashion that was probably started by Shirley Temple way back in the thirties and all of our mothers thought that we all looked real cute in them by showing as much of our legs as possible. I remember that most of the dresses were so short that if we did anything other than just stand, our panties would always be showing. So, being just a normal active seven-year-old girl, I guess my panties were always showing anyway no matter what I was doing just like all the rest of my girl friends. But because we were all dressed more or less the same way, we never really gave it any real thought other than it being quite normal for us young girls to always have our panties showing.

One day, after I had turned eight, I was most elated that Uncle Mike finally moved back again, and this time, he moved even closer to us into our own neighborhood.

I was really glad to have him back because he seemed just like a daddy to me, and I could once again sit on his lap and be cuddled by him while he read books to me.

This time, he came over several times a week, and I felt like we were just like a real family again – every time that he came over that is.

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I remember when I was almost nine; I was in his lap as usual when he decided to play like he was tickling me. Of course, he did this to me quite often because I really loved having him do that to me and sometimes I would even beg him to tickle me. Only this time it was different.

Of course, he never really tickled me, it was all in his voice and the way he waved his hands all around that would get me screaming and squealing just like he was absolutely torturing me, and of course, I was always trying to protect myself as best as I could from his ‘threatening’ fingers. From the way that I carried on, you would think that he was trying to kill me when all he was doing was really just barely touching me. But, of course, I loved every second of it anyway, and quite often I thought that it was so much fun that I would even keep on goading him to do it to me more.

Well anyway, this one day I was on my back on the couch with my legs folded up over my stomach trying to protect myself from his wildly flying fingers when I felt his fingers run very lightly all over the backs of my thighs.

When he did that, I felt a real very funny feeling, sort of like a tickle or something way up inside my pee-pee – just like I needed to have my pee-pee rubbed or something in order to try to soothe that funny feeling that I felt inside of me.

But he soon quit doing that to me because it was time for us to eat dinner, and I remember sitting there at the table trying to eat dinner while my pee-pee still had this real funny feeling in it, and I kept sliding all around on the chair trying somehow to ease that tickle a little bit.

Later that night when I went to bed, I finally got the chance to really rub my pee-pee with my fingers, and as I rubbed it, I felt real funny feelings way up inside of my pee-pee that felt real weird and real good, and the more that I rubbed, the better it felt until all of a sudden I felt something that felt like a great big wonderful explosion of feelings way down there inside my pee-pee that seemed to just hold me in it’s grip for several seconds before it finally went away.

Afterwards, after I had recovered, I said to myself, ‘WOW!’ as I realized that that itch or funny feeling seemed to no longer be there, and I now just laid there with my whole body feeling so good and so refreshed and so relaxed that I quickly drifted off to sleep.

As I continued to do that to myself, it seemed to give me the greatest feelings ever, especially when I gave myself that real wonderful explosion of feelings. Then afterwards, my whole body would have this real great feeling of euphoria for some time afterwards.

Now each time that uncle Mike came over, I realized that just sitting in his lap seemed to make my pee-pee get that real funny feeling, and I could hardly wait for him to tickle me again so he could make that itch way up inside of my pee-pee grow and grow again. Then later on, I would have to go into my bedroom and rub my pee-pee to try to satisfy that itch or funny feeling that seemed way inside my pee-pee.

Now, week after week that Uncle Mike came over, the main thing that I wanted to do was to sit in his lap and have him hug and cuddle and tickle me just to make my pee-pee feel real funny again. Then afterwards, I would go into my bedroom and rub my pee-pee in order to soothe all of those funny tensions that he had built up inside of me.

Quite often, I realized that the crotch of my panties was even getting a little wet from all of those feelings that he was giving me. At that time, I really didn’t know where the wetness came from because I certainly didn’t have to pee, nor did it even smell like pee.

But as he continued to play with me, I soon realized that I was more and more getting that urge, down inside of me, of wanting him to rub me down there in order to try to soothe that real funny itch or feeling that I was getting down there, so I began to wish that there was some way that I could actually get him to rub my pee-pee for me. Oh that would really be good if I could just get him to do it for me somehow.

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It all came to a head one day when I was all cuddled up on Uncle Mike’s lap as usual with my feet on the couch.

Mom had to go to the store. So as soon as mom left, I had Uncle Mike tickle me.

Then after I had pulled my legs up against me so that he couldn’t tickle my stomach, I felt him rub his fingers all around my thighs on the back of my legs, and that’s when I started to feel my pee-pee again feel real funny with that funny tickle or feeling again. As those feelings kept getting stronger and stronger, I now had a real great urge for Uncle Mike to actually rub my pee-pee for me in order to try to soothe that tickle I had inside me.

So when I could, I pushed his hand on over so that his fingers were actually touching my panty-covered pee-pee.

As soon as he realized just where I had pushed his fingers, he quickly took them away. So I pleaded, “Please Uncle Mike, rub me there. Please?”

I knew that he could see my whole panty-covered crotch with my legs spread wide apart that way, and when he heard my request, I saw him hesitate for a moment before he said, “No Nancy, I can’t do that.”

Oh, was I disappointed, but I pleaded again, “Oh please Uncle Mike, please? I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Oh please?”

After a moment, I finally felt his fingers again press against my panty covered pee-pee as he said, “You mean right here?”

Oh, it felt so awesome to feel his fingers rubbing me down there that I felt all sorts of those wonderful sexual feelings go all through me that seemed to try to sooth that itch I had while I wrapped my arms around his neck and replied, “Oh yes, right there. Oh please. Keep doing it!”

As I felt his fingers continue to rub up and down against my panty-covered pee-pee, I thought that I was now in seventh heaven as I hugged myself to him very tightly.

Oh, I just couldn’t believe how good that felt to have Uncle Mike doing that for me, and as he rubbed, I could feel those real funny weird feelings way down inside my pee-pee start to grow and grow, and the more they grew, the more I wanted him to keep on rubbing while I felt the most wonderful feelings that I had ever felt, just seem to grow more and more.

Soon, it started to feel so good that I just had to wiggle all around and hump myself against his fingers while I hugged his neck even tighter until all of a sudden I felt like I was in absolute heaven as I suddenly felt this huge sexual explosion of real fantastic feelings way down inside my pee-pee just grip me in it’s spell, and I felt like I was now in absolute ecstasy as I could even feel strange muscles somewhere down inside of my pee-pee contract and contract over and over for several seconds before it finally started to go away again, and as it did so, I finally felt that great euphoria of wonderful relief come all over me, and I just went limp in his arms.

That’s when I heard him say, “Wow, you sure had a good one there. Did it feel that good?”

I smiled as I replied, “OH WOW! It sure did. Do it again!”

Again I felt his fingers rub against my panty-covered pee-pee, and again I felt those wonderful feelings start growing again. As I sat there in his lap with my arms squeezing his neck, I now realized that I now felt like I was, without a doubt, the happiest girl in the whole world as he slowly brought me on up higher and higher, and I, very excitedly, wiggled myself all around again while I hugged myself against his neck very tightly.

As I writhed around enjoying all of those fantastic feelings that he was giving me, I realized that those feelings soon felt so good that I felt that explosion of wonderful feelings grip me in it’s spell once again, and again I felt like I was in absolute ecstasy as I seemed to just sit frozen there for many seconds while I felt those strange muscles way down inside my pee-pee contract over and over again.

Then when I felt it start to leave me, I again felt myself just collapse back into uncle Mike’s lap just like a limp rag doll.

As I finally recovered, I said, “Oh uncle Mike, that was the best feeling ever. Oh I love you so much.”

I then heard him reply, “Oh Nancy, I should have never done that to you. I feel so guilty and ashamed of myself for doing it that I could just die, but I just couldn’t help myself. You see, after my girlfriend heard that I was missing in action, she went and married someone else, and I have never been able to find another girl to take her place since then.”

As I heard his sad story, I realized that he really was a very lonely person, and that’s when I realized that’s why he always came over to visit mother and me so much. But no matter what, I really liked what he did to me. So I replied, “Oh please Uncle Mike, please don’t feel guilty. I love you, and I really loved what you did to me. It felt so wonderful that I love you even all the more.”

Then I felt him just hold me and cuddle me until mom came home again.

This time as we ate dinner, I didn’t need to squirm all around on my chair as my pee-pee now felt really quite well satisfied. That night as I laid in bed, I just caressed my pee-pee because it still felt so wonderful from what he had done to me.

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Now each time that uncle Mike came over, and if mom was going to be out of the room or if she went somewhere, I continued to have him rub my pee-pee for me while I hugged him.

I soon got so used to having Uncle Mike rub my pee-pee through my panties, that one time when mom went to the store, I decided to take them off and let him rub my now very naked pee-pee for me.

This time, when he put his fingers on my now bare pee-pee, it felt so different and so much more sensitive, and when he rubbed me there, I found that my sexual excitement came so much quicker and greater, and my real good feelings were also so much stronger and greater. So from then on I would now always drop my panties before I had him rub me down there.

One day while mom was at the store, I decided to go even further. In my excitement, I even took off all of my clothes for Uncle Mike, and this time it felt so wild and wonderful to be able to sit on his lap completely naked that I could hardly believe it.

After he had rubbed my pee-pee for a bit, I heard him say, “I bet I know something that will really make you feel good.”

I didn’t know what in the world could feel much better than him rubbing my pee-pee with his fingers. But I soon found out after he had me lie down on the couch and he got his head down in-between my legs. He then started licking my pee-pee with both his mouth and tongue.

Oh wow, after he got his tongue going against my pee-pee down there, it felt just out of this world, and he continued to give me one real good feeling after another while I felt his slippery wet mouth and tongue work all over the most sensitive areas in my pee-pee.

I don’t remember how many of those real good feelings that he made me have, but they kept on coming one after the other until he finally lifted his head back up again.

Afterwards, he finally told me all about sex, and he even told me all the names for everything that that I had down there in what he called my pussy, and he even told me that those real good feelings that I had were called orgasms.

We were so involved in finding out what everything was that I even asked him if I could see his.

After all that we had gone through, I was now really quite excited to have a chance to see his because I had been really quite curious on just what a man’s pee-pee really looked like for sometime now.

So I excitedly watched as he dropped his pants and underpants, and sat back down on the couch so that I could examine his equipment.

When I first saw his huge thing sticking way up in the air, I was really quite shocked about how big it was and what it all looked like.

Having never seen a man’s or even a boy’s thing before, I really didn’t know what to expect. But I did know that a male’s thing was mostly external because when mom took me to the beach a few times, I could see all of those large lumps in the men’s bathing suits.

As I continued staring at that huge pole of his sticking out from in-between his legs, I moved closer until I was able to touch it.

As I finally but very cautiously touched it, I heard him say, “Don’t be afraid, go on and touch it. It won’t bite you.”

I finally grasped it in both of my hands and slowly moved my fingers all over it’s very soft exterior as I both saw and felt the bulbous head of it with a little slit on the end of it, and the soft skin behind it that moved so freely.

As I gave it another squeeze, I heard uncle Mike say, “Oh my God, here it comes.”

At that moment, I suddenly felt a whole bunch of milky white liquid hit me right under my chin and all over my chest.

Right then, I saw Uncle Mike grab my panties that were lying there, and quickly had my panties against his thing, and that prevented him from making any more of a mess with his pee-pee.

After he was all through, he then quickly took me into the bathroom where he started to clean up all of that gooey stuff from my body and his thing, and while we were in there, he explained all about his thing that he called his dick, and he explained all about that gooey stuff that came out of his dick. I knew from the looks of it that it certainly wasn’t pee, so he explained all about how it was supposed to be used for making babies.

As he kept on explaining all about sex to me, we heard mom’s car in the driveway, so I rushed into the living room to get my clothes, and made a beeline to my bedroom before mom came through the door.

Wow, that was close. I knew that we were doing things to each other that we really weren’t supposed to be doing. But to me, I found that it was so exciting to do it with Uncle Mike that I just couldn’t understand why everyone thought that it was so bad.

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A few days later, we had another chance to have some more sexual fun with each other.

This time, we decided to play it real smart now. So I went into my bedroom and got undressed while he went into the bathroom.

I finally got onto naked Uncle Mike’s lap in the living room, and I thought oh how exciting it was to be all cuddled up by him with both of us now being so completely naked. Why it felt so nice and so bold and so fantastic that I wondered why the world we had never done this before.

As I felt him put his hand down on my pussy, I grasped his hard dick, and felt oh how naughty and fun it was to feel his fingers rub against my pussy while I squeezed his big hard dick for him while we kissed.

Finally, he laid me down on the couch, and I watched as his head went in-between my legs again.

Oh his mouth and tongue felt just as wonderful as last time, and he kept me in a state of almost continuous orgasms as I felt both his mouth and tongue slurping all around down there against my pussy.

Finally he had to come up for air, but that was all right. By that time, he had given me enough orgasms to last for a week.

Then he picked me up and set me on his lap and cuddled me to him again.

A moment later as I felt his hard dick still pressing against me, I thought about all of the sexual pleasure that he had given me with his mouth and tongue. So I asked, “Do all men do that to women?”

I saw him think for a moment before he then answered, “Well, I don’t know exactly, but I will say that quite a few do.”

So I asked, “Do women ever do that to men?”

“Yeah, some do and some don’t. But I never met a man that would ever turn it down though.”

“What happens if a woman does it to a man?”

“Well first, she makes him feel so good that he eventually climaxes, and then he shoots out all of his semen right out into her mouth, and then she probably swallows it.”

“What does it taste like?”

“I don’t rightly know, but it must not be too bad because a lot of women do it.”

I thought about what he had just told me, and as I moved myself so that I could look at his huge dick, I thought more about what it would be like to actually put it in my mouth and suck on it because that was what he had done to my pussy. So the more that I thought about it, the more it seemed like it might be a whole lot of real naughty fun just to try. Then as I thought that I would like to try it, I asked, “Can I do that to you?”

“Oh come on Nancy, you don’t mean that do you?”

“Well, you did it to me, so why can’t I do that to you?”

“Well, I don’t know, but I guess that I certainly won’t stop you if you really want to. But that’s quite a lot for such a young girl like you to be doing.”

As I squeezed his big hard dick and looked at it, I saw a drop of what he called precum forming on the head of it. So I slid off of his lap and got down on my knees in-between his legs.

I wiped off the precum with my arm, and then ran my lips and tongue all around the very end of it before I looked back up at him. But then, he sure looked like he was in a state of shock as I saw him staring down at me.

Then I slowly opened my mouth and slipped my lips down over the bulbous end of his dick while he seemed to be still in that state of shock as he continued staring at me.

As I continued to run my lips and tongue all around the end of his dick inside my mouth, I thought that it felt so soft and yet so hard.

It was then when I felt him grab my hair real tight, and then that’s when I felt a blast of his cum hit me right in the back of my mouth.

This startled me so much that it caused me to gag on all of the stuff that he had just spurted in my mouth, and as I was coughing, I felt even more and more of his stuff blast into my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but my mouth was suddenly so full that a lot of it even ran back out.

But like a trooper, I kept on sucking until he finally quit shooting his stuff inside my mouth. But then, I continued on sucking on it anyway because I thought that it was so much fun and so naughty to be doing that to him until I felt his dick start going soft again. That’s when I finally raised my head back up and just smiled at him.

He continued to stare at me just as if he was in a state of shock until I finally heard him say, “Are-are you okay?”

I smiled and asked, “Did you like what I did?”

“Oh God yes! But you really shouldn’t have done that. Are-Are you all right?”

I giggled. Other than getting a mouth full of his cum, I thought that it was a whole lot of real naughty sexual fun. So I replied, “I’m fine, but did you like what I did?”

“Oh God Nancy, that was the best climax that I ever had in my life. Why I’ll remember that one until the day that I die.”

I finally got up and ran into the bathroom to clean up my face, and then afterwards, I ran back in and got back up on his lap.

I felt him hug and caress me for quite a while until we finally went and put our clothes back on a little before mother came back home.

That night as I laid in bed, I reviewed in my mind all the sexual fun that I had with uncle Mike that day, and that’s when I realized that uncle Mike now could never refuse the opportunity to suck on my pussy, and I know that he certainly would never refuse an opportunity to let me to suck on his dick again.

As I laid there, I realized that sucking on his dick and making him feel real good like that, really wasn’t all that bad after all. I really liked the feeling of the real erotic naughtiness that I got when I actually had it inside my mouth, and I also liked the naughtiness and the way that it felt inside my mouth, and I thought that if I could get my timing correct I bet I could even swallow all of his cum with no fuss at all.

Also, I found that his cum really didn’t taste all that bad, and I guess that it was just the thought of how gross it seemed to be to do that, and that was probably why some women probably refuse to do it.

I also realized that when he sucked on my pussy, he most probably got a taste of pee at first unless I had washed my pussy just before he sucked on it.

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Uncle Mike and I continued to have our little exciting sexual escapades whenever mom was gone. But these tended to be really quite infrequent until mom had her shift changed on her.

Now that she wasn’t going to be home until after nine p.m., she asked Uncle Mike to look after me until she came home in the evening.

I thought that this was kinda like asking the fox to guard the henhouse, and of course Uncle Mike and I both were really thrilled about the turn of events, because now we could have as much sexual fun as we desired every night while mom was at work.

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One evening after we had satisfied ourselves with having our usual oral sex with each other, he mentioned that when he and mom were kids, mom had got in bed with him one morning when they were all alone, and after that, they had sex with each other whenever they could until he went into the army.

As I continued to learn more and more about mom and Uncle Mike, I realized that because neither one of them were married, they both were probably pretty lonely.

So one day, I asked mom, “Why does Uncle Mike live in that apartment down the street and we live here?”

She made some excuse about them being brother and sister, and things like that were just not allowed.

So I asked, “But why can’t he just live here with us?”

But mom replied, “But where would he sleep?”

“He can sleep in my bed with me,” I replied, “or maybe in your bed with you.”

“Oh no honey, that’s just not allowed. What would others think?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “but I do know that no one can see into the house so how would they know unless you told them?”

I watched as mom started to say something, but then she changed her mind and then went on into the kitchen to fix dinner.

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One night after mom got home, I went to bed as usual, and when I got up the next morning, I saw Uncle Mike coming out of mom’s bedroom and go into the bathroom.

During breakfast, I noticed that mom had this funny little smile on her face, and I figured that Uncle Mike had slept with mom and that they probably had a little sex together.

As time went on, I noticed that Uncle Mike started to stay with mom more and more frequently until one day; Uncle Mike just came over with all of his stuff and moved in with us.

Oh how thrilled I was that I now had a daddy!

He really wasn’t my daddy, but he was the next best thing that there was though.

So, one morning when none of them had to work and I didn’t have to go to school, I crawled into bed in between them.

As I laid there, I had the thrill of both mom and Uncle Mike hugging me.

After a bit, I felt Uncle Mike’s hand go up underneath my nightgown. Then as mom and I hugged, I felt Uncle Mike’s fingers rub against my pussy.

He knew that I would never take his hand away from my pussy as long as no one could see him doing it because he knew that I just loved the feel of his hand right there.

Oh wow, that felt so weird, having mom hug me while Uncle Mike was making my pussy feel real good. Oh! It felt so erotic to me, that he soon made me go into an orgasm that made me squeal and hug mom even tighter.

Poor mom was at her wits end trying to figure out just what had happened to me. But then, she knew from the way I acted that I probably had an orgasm, but she just couldn’t figure out just how I had received it. She knew that Uncle Mike was lying on the other side of me, but then, it was way beyond her to ever think that good ole Uncle Mike would ever have anything to do with it. Why he wouldn’t dare touch her precious little daughter sexually would he?

As I laid there smiling like the not so innocent little girl that I was, I pushed the blanket down, and reached over for Mike’s hand and guided it back to my outstretched legs while mom looked on with horror. “Oh my God Nancy, what are you doing?”

She knew darned well what I was doing as she propped her head up and watched in mute horror as she saw Mike’s fingers again start rubbing against my little bald pussy. She then watched me as I just laid there very peaceably with my legs spread wide apart, and my arms stretched up over my head, feeling his fingers carefully massage my clit.

In the months that Mike and I have been having sex with each other, I had come to the understanding that, to me, sex from a very loving partner was as desired for the body as eating, or drinking, or being loved, and I had realized that I now could no longer live without sex – especially from Uncle Mike, any more than I could live without eating, or drinking, or being held closely by one of the loving members of my family.

As Mike continued, he knew exactly how to rub me and I soon felt so sexually excited that I just had to move my hips around and around against his fingers as I felt myself finally reach that plateau for a moment before I finally went right on over the edge and right on into a real nice orgasm while I squealed and bucked my poor pussy up against his fingers for several seconds before that awesome feeling started to leave me again, and that’s when I just slumped back down on the bed in a swooning revere as I felt every muscle in my body just quit working for a bit.

As I laid there recovering, I heard mom scream, “What in the world have you been doing to my daughter?”

That’s when I heard Mike reply, “I’m sorry Mary, but she started it, and I guess that I was just too weak to say no, so we continued on doing it.”

“Oh you bastard you! Why you know I can have you thrown in jail over this.”

I then heard Mike say, “But you didn’t stop us did you?”

Then I heard mom say, “You were the one that put your hand there.”

Then Uncle Mike replied, “No, she pulled my hand there, and you just propped yourself up and watched us without saying a thing.”

That’s when I broke in, “Mamma, don’t you remember when you two were just kids and what you two used to do to each other?”

At that point I saw mom’s face get real red and mom just shut up and fell silent for a very long time before I finally said, “For a long time, I used to love to get up on Mike’s lap so that he could hold me. Why, being all cuddled up in his arms felt so nice, but after a while I realized that being cuddled wasn’t the only thing that made me get on Mike’s lap for, and that’s when I realized that I had other feelings inside of me also, and each time that Mike came over and held me, those feelings kept getting stronger and stronger until one day I could stand it no longer, and that’s when I guided Mike’s hand down against my pussy.

“That’s when I found out that just the touch of his hand down there was enough to tell me that I had finally found what I really wanted, and by the time that he had given me my first orgasm, I was surely and certainly hooked.

“I also realized at that time, that if he would have quit doing it to me, I certainly would have gone out and found someone else who would. I don’t know who, but I would have found someone.

“Why I have been living in pure sexual bliss ever since we first started, and no matter what you do to Mike, there will always be someone out there somewhere to help me fulfill my sexual needs. Why I can no longer live without sex any more that I can live without food or water.”

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We all finally got dressed and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and also to discuss the matters of sex for many more hours.

Mike had finally broke down and confessed all of his feelings about sex, and how the love of his life had betrayed him and married someone else, and how he had lived all of those years without finding anyone to take her place.

Mom had also confessed that she also couldn’t find anyone to replace the husband that she had lost in the war. Although she had led a very lonely life afterwards, she said that she was very glad that she always had me to hang on to - to help her remember the wonderful life that she once had with her husband.

They both also reminiscenced about the sex that they had with each other when they were both kids, and the very naughty fun sex that they had shared together, sneaking it in whenever an opportunity existed.

Mom, realizing that I was also a very sexual person and not just another cute innocent little girl like she always thought I was, had finally realized my sexual needs also. So we made a pact.

Mike’s bed was to be in the main bedroom, and every night, one of us was to sleep in it with him while the other one of us was to sleep in my bedroom.

It all worked out very well, and soon mother even helped me break through my hymen so that I could enjoy the ecstasy of actually having Mike fuck me just like a grown-up.

Because I was so over sexed compared to him or mom, he could only climax once per night on a regular basis, so he would finger-fuck me and eat me out for a while before he even dared to put his dick into me.

After a while, mom realized that because she was getting older, she finally relinquished Mike to me more and more until she was just sleeping with him only about once or twice a week, and now, here I am, playing just like he’s my own husband.

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