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