6 comments/ 134174 views/ 6 favorites Me & Uncle By: lissa_sue04 Me and my uncle had always been close. He was my dad's brother, and for the most part growing up, he took my dad's place. My dad was an alcoholic, and was never there for me. My uncle would let me spend the night at his house when I had no where else to spend the night, when my mom and dad both worked third shift. Sometimes, I'd wonder why my uncle would never have any girls over. Was my uncle gay? Or was he interested in sex at all? One night, when I was barely 18, I spent the night at his house after my dad had left me all alone at the house, while he went off to drink himself stupid. I was pissed at my dad, and I had come to the point where I hated to ask my uncle to stay with him. I had noticed when I was about 14 and starting to develop, he'd watch me as I'd get out of the shower and go into the spare bedroom to get dressed. Now, I don't mind the attention from guys, to say the least, but the first time I noticed him watching me, it felt kinda weird. But, nonetheless, I still came to him when I needed a place to stay, or simply someone to talk to. That night, we had gone out for pizza and talked about my future. He always wanted me to go to college, cause he always said it had made a world of difference for him. I believed him too. He had a nice home, a brand-new truck, and a great job. We talked about what I wanted to be, and that night I decided I would go to school to be a teacher. Making my mind up what my major in college would be in my sophomore year of high school made me extremely happy. I hugged his neck tightly and when he put his arms around me, it seemed as if he lingered a little longer than usual. I thought he was happy about my decision too, and blew it off as me being paranoid. When we came home, it was already past ten. He had to get up to go to work in the morning, so we said our goodnights and went to separate bedrooms. At about 12:30 a.m., I was woken up by the phone. Grabbing my robe to cover up my sheer nightgown, I went into the living room, but my uncle had already picked it up. He sat on the couch, telling the person on the other line no. He didn't have a shirt on, and was wearing just boxers. I had a feeling that the person he was saying no to was my dad. When he hung up a few seconds later, he looked up at me with a weary look in his eyes. "Your dad is in jail, again. He got another DUI. He asked me to come bail him out, but I said no." He patted the cushion next to him and motioned for me to sit next to him. I sat down, feeling comforted when his arms went around me. For a few seconds, I felt as if I was five and had a nightmare. He held me for a few minutes, just letting the phone call sink in. "This is the third one in the past year. What are they going to do to him?" I asked. "I don't know. But lets not worry about that tonight, okay?" He looked at me and sadly smiled. "Are you going to be all right?" "Yeah, I think so. I have a question though. Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked him, tears welling in my eyes. "I just don't feel like being alone." "Sure. C'mon, grab your pillow. I'll be in there in a minute. I gotta get some water." I headed to the guest bedroom to grab the pillow and put my robe on the bed. After all, I wouldn't need it in the bed. Padding down the hallway, I went straight to his bed. Climbing under the covers, I felt a little silly. I hadn't slept in the same bed with my uncle since I was younger, maybe 10 or 11. But I only felt silly for a minute, and then with a sigh, reminded my self that he was my uncle, and it didn't matter if he was a grown man and I was almost a grown woman: we were family. After a few minutes, he came back into the room. He crawled under the covers, and immediately I snuggled up to him. He was laying on his back, and for a few minutes he was silent. But, then, I noticed he was shying away. "What's wrong? You don't want me to near you?" I asked jokingly. He was never one to pull away from me. I sat up and tried to read his face in the dark. I couldn't be sure, but for some odd reason, I got the impression he was turned on. "Things have changed since you were little. It just feels a little funny with you being all grown up and sleeping beside me. Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to go back in the other bedroom, but I guess I have to get used to the fact that you're not a little girl anymore." He seemed a little strained in his explanation, but I accepted it and laid back down. This time, he put his arm around me. I laid in the dark, watching his chest rise and fall. I started to rub the center of his chest. It was how I had put myself to sleep when I was little, and it still soothed me. But for my uncle, it was a totally different story. "Honey. . ." It came out in a gasp, and I looked up at his face. As soon as my head tilted upwards, his lips touched mine. I thought it was just the angle we were laying at, and that it was a mistake, but as he started to move his lips against mine, I realized he had a totally different, and intentional, purpose. My eyes slid shut, and I let him press me closer. Who was I to fool? I knew I wanted it as much as he did. When I had walked in the living room earlier, I saw his body for the first time as a woman does a man's. His other hand cupped my face, and he groaned as I opened my mouth to his. He slid his tongue inside my mouth, scraping my teeth, and all I could do was gasp. Never had I touched a guy sexually. Sure, I had dreamed about it, but I wasn't allowed to date till my junior year in high school. Plus, I was too damned scared of the consequences: pregnancy, disease, a broken heart. "Oh sweetheart, you taste so good. Let me show you how to really kiss a man." He shifted to kiss me better, and ended up on top of me in the process. I didn't mind, but it did put me off a little. He deepened the kiss, telling me to do what he did. I did, and wonderful sensations followed. Then, as he left my mouth and trailed down to my neck, I felt a hot, burning feeling between my legs. Yeah, I had touched myself before, and it had felt good, but never had it been this strong. A yearning to be touched. I arched my back until the burning was against his leg and almost came unglued. There was a pressure, an ache, that I wanted, no needed, to be relieved. And I didn't know what it was, or how to do it. "Oh, sweetie, you want me to touch you? Is that why you're grinding my leg? Don't worry, I'll touch you. But first, let me show you how good you can feel. . ." He ran his tongue down the side of my neck and nipped at my shoulder. He ran his hands down from my face onto my arms. When he reached my hands, he drew them behind my head. I left them there, all power gone, willing to do only what he told me to. With one quick movement, he removed my nightgown from my shaking body. He ran his palms underneath my arms, and slowly cupped my breasts. I could only sit back in wonder as he started to knead me. I had developed early, and was well endowed at a 42D. His breathing was getting heavy, and as his fingers closed over each nipple, I could hear him exhale loudly. Slowly, he teased me with light touches. Then, as I got used to his touch, he pinched me softly. My head was being thrown back and forth as he pinched me harder. Finally, with a whimper, he leaned down and took my right nipple in his hot mouth. I moaned aloud and he followed me. Then, out of nowhere, he quickened his pace and started to get rougher. His whispered question of "do you like what I'm doing?" was answered with a moan. He started to switch between one tit then another. When he had his fill, he lead a trail down my stomach. I had no idea where this would lead, and with a moan, I realized I didn't care. I had dreamed about sex almost all the time, and was constantly horny. I'd had boyfriends before, at school, but nothing had ever happened with them. But here, before me, was someone I loved, adored, and trusted with my life on a daily basis. He would never hurt me, and he wanted to show me how good it was supposed to be between a man and a woman. With that last thought, all sensible reason left my head. Licking me down my body, my uncle hit a hot spot near my hip bone that make me do a quick intake of breath. He concentrated on bringing me pleasure, and when he reached my swollen pussy lips, I thought I'd die on the spot. My thought was that it couldn't get better than this. But it did. Once his lips parted my slit, I started to have my very first orgasm. It came out of nowhere, lasted for almost four minutes, and left me breathless. Coming back down to earth, I noticed my uncle looking up at me with a huge grin on his face. I blushed and looked away, but with the touch of his fingers on my cheek, I looked back at him. Now, on his face, was the love and devotion I was used to seeing, now mixed with lust. I found it highly arousing, and as he slid his body up mine to kiss me passionately, I found my self wanting to do for him what he had just done for me. "How can I do that for you? I don't know anything about sex, but I want to make you feel good. Or at least half of what you just showed me." He just shook his head, rolled over to his side, and placed my hands on his boxer short's band. He smiled when I looked at him, and gave me a nod. Pulling down the green and silver material, I got the biggest shock of my life. He was huge! I knew how sex worked, and I knew that he'd somehow have to stick me with his cock. But my first thought was holy hell! I wanted him even more, now that I knew that it might hurt, but he'd make it all better, like always. "How can I do that for you? I don't know anything about sex, but I want to make you feel good. Or at least half of what you just showed me." He just shook his head, rolled over to his side, and placed my hands on his boxer short's band. He smiled when I looked at him, and gave me a nod. Pulling down the green and silver material, I got the biggest shock of my life. He was huge! I knew how sex worked, and I knew that he'd somehow have to stick me with his cock. But my first thought was holy hell! I wanted him even more, now that I knew that it might hurt, but he'd make it all better, like always. "To be honest, I knew this was going to happen when you came into the living room tonight," he said "just by the look on your face. You've grown into such a beautiful woman right before my eyes. Some nights I'd lay awake and wish you were lying beside me. You've noticed me looking at you, I've seen it. I wanted to wait until you looked at me with lust in your eyes, as well as love. And now that its happened, I want you to know that I'm going to fuck you. And I want to make you cum all over my dick." He laid me on my back as he said these words, caressing my whole body, especially my sensitive clit. As he said the last two sentences, I moaned and he rammed two fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I came so suddenly it took my breath away. While I tried to catch my breath, my loving uncle kept fucking me with his fingers. It felt so good, and I knew that his cock inside of my tight, never before fucked pussy was going to feel even better. After my third orgasm, just from his fingers, he kissed me on the forehead and got on his knees. Positioning me below him, he rubbed his dick head up and down my wet slit. I had never felt something so damned good. When he started to push his cock into my wet twat, I wanted it to go on forever. He sank his dick all the way into my wet hole, and after he gave me a few seconds to get used to his massive size, he started to fuck me. He went slowly in and out at first, but after a few minutes, I screamed "harder, fuck me harder." He was only too happy to oblige. He rammed his hard prick in and out of me with a passion and a fervor that I've yet to see again. I felt like his huge dick was going to come out my throat. After almost fifteen minutes, and three unbelievable orgasms, my uncle flipped me over to my stomach, stuck my ass in the air, and fucked me senseless. I came a few more times, and when he screamed he was cumming, I passed out from pure exhaustion and excitement. When I woke up a few minutes later, I saw him coming back into the room with a wet washcloth and smiled. He cleaned me up, climbed into the bed, kissed me on the forehead, and we both drifted off to sleep. Never have I had an experience quite like my first time. Me and Uncle Pete I had recently graduated from college and was living with my mother while I was trying to find a job. My uncle Pete had recently divorced his wife and was living with us while he got his life back on track. Everything was pretty normal until I got out of bed one night to get something to drink. On my way down the hall to the kitchen, I noticed a table lamp was on in the living room and heard some sounds coming from in there. I stopped in the doorway to see what was going on so late in the evening. And my heart stopped. My mother was seated on the couch, and my uncle Pete was standing in front of her completely naked. I slowly took the scene in starting with my uncle's naked body. His sleek form rippling with muscles sculpted through years of hard work on construction sites. I started with his thick firm biceps and moved to the smooth taught muscles of his back, his tight buttocks, and his large seven or eight inch erect cock, or what I could make out of it through my mother's long raven hair as her full, red lips slipped along the length of it. Needless to say, this was hot and I was immediately turned on by the shear taboo of it all. My mother, whom I always thought of as sexy, actually performing a sex act, and my uncle, whom I never found sexy, until now. I felt my heart begin to race and my breath catch in the back of my throat. Slowly, I also became aware of the growth of my own cock as it pushed against my boxers. I'm not sure how long I just stood there taking it all in, maybe a couple of minutes. At first I was afraid my mother would see me; but with her hair hanging down over her face, and the fact that she had her eyes closed clearly savoring the experience of sucking Pete's cock, she was totally oblivious to my presence. So, too, was my uncle Pete. His eyes closed, head thrown back, and low moaning sounds emanating up out of his throat and filling the room. I'm not sure what happened; but, for one reason or another, my uncle Pete opened up his eyes and looked over in my direction. Seemingly calm and cool, he merely cleared his throat a bit louder than normal obviously trying to alert my mother to my presence. She pulled back revealing the large mushroom-shaped head of my uncle's sleek trimmed cock. Without opening her eyes she muttered, "it's o.k., I like your cum. You know that." And she immediately enveloped his cock again slowly drawing her lips down the full length of his shaft. I almost cummed all over myself just hearing her say that and watching her go firmly back to work on his cock in anticipation of his release. Clearly seeing that his efforts had failed he pulled back a little trying to remove himself from my mother's firm hold on his member. However, she leaned forward mumbling around his cock in her mouth, "I told you I want it." Seeing that subtlety was not going to work, he spoke up, "you may not want to keep going unless you're into voyeurism." She didn't comprehend right away, but you could definitely tell when it finally sunk in. She stopped mid-stroke and opened her eyes slowly scanning the room. As her eyes came to the doorway they locked on mine and immediately dilated in shock. She quickly leaned back and covered her glistening, drool-soaked mouth, clearly not knowing what to do. Then she started trying to explain, "um . . . uh . . . I was just . . . or, your uncle and I were just. . . well you see . . . " Uncle Pete knew he had to step in saying, "it's alright, boy. What your mother is trying to say is that we are helping each other out during a hard time in our lives. I hope you aren't too freaked out. We can talk about all this if you want." I tried to say something, but I couldn't get past the lump in my throat from being so turned on. I simply croaked a few times and then began clearing my throat. That's when my mother finally found her own voice, "son, we can all go to bed and talk about this in the morning." The red flush on her face, enhanced by both the sex and the embarrassment of being discovered, stood out in sharp contrast from her brunette hair accentuating the sleek beauty of her thin face turning me on even more. I managed to say, "um, no, that's o.k. mom, you can finish. I have to admit I'm pretty turned on right now, what you're doing looks like a lot of fun, but if it's too weird for you I can go back to bed. I just needed some water. I didn't mean to interrupt." "No, that's alright, honey. If you want to stay and watch you can. It's not really something I planned, but now that we're all here and out in the open we might as well get back to enjoying it." "Well, I was kinda hoping I could do more than watch." "Oh, well, um, o.k. Just let me finish up with your uncle here and then I can finish you off too." This she said while looking seductively up at me through her eyelashes, a naughty smirk starting to bloom on her lips. She was obviously enjoying all this now that the initial shock was wearing off. "Oh, o.k., sure." I said. "You sound like you're disappointed. I thought you wanted to do more than watch. I thought the sight of mommy sucking on your uncle's cock got you all excited, that it looked like fun. But, now, you don't sound like you want to." "Well, I was turned on by it, and it did look like a lot of fun." "Then what's the problem?" "Well, I was just kinda thinking that maybe, I don't know." "What is it honey?" "Well, it looked like a lot of fun." "I know, and I said as soon as I'm done with Pete you can have your fun too." "Well that's just it. I don't know why, but getting a blow job wasn't what looked like a lot of fun." "O.k., I'm confused. That's what I was doing, giving Pete a blowjob." "I know, and . . . it looked like a lot of fun." "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Giving a blow job looked like a lot of fun?" She said quizzically. "I didn't know you were . . . well gay." "I'm not. I never ever wanted to do that before, but you make it look like a lot of fun." "Hmmmm. Well, this is different. I guess you can finish him off if you really want to. But it has to be o.k. with your uncle." She said looking to Pete questioningly. Poor Pete, who had been standing in the middle of the living room naked, patiently waiting for us to come to an understanding, finally spoke up. "It's o.k. with me if it's o.k. with you guys, but someone needs to finish me off soon." "Come here and sit by momma." My mother said patting the sofa next to her. I moved across the room and slowly sat down next to her and looked straight ahead at my uncle's cock slowly relaxing right in front of my face. I looked up at him furtively, unconsciously making sure it was alright. He said, "go ahead son." I reached forward and slowly touched the underside of his cock lifting it up to my mouth. As I touched it a thrill went through my body and my own cock started to poke out of my boxers. It was smooth and soft and I suddenly wanted it in my mouth. I slowly placed my lips against it and licked the tip of it testing, or rather tasting, the waters. I once again noticed the soft smoothness of it as I slightly parted my lips and began to take him in. I can't describe the total excitement I felt at that moment. Perhaps it was the wrongness and yet rightness of it all. I just couldn't get over how turned on I was just by having his cock in my mouth. I kept going at it slowly, feeling my way around, savoring every moment of this new experience. In my head I was thinking, "wow! I'm sucking a cock. Is this gross?, is this hot?, is this wrong?, right?, good?, bad? Wow! I'm sucking a cock, my uncle's cock, and my mom is watching me. Am I really doing this? Sucking on another man's dick? Do I like it?" He smelled clean like his soap, yet with a mildly manly smell. To my surprise, it turned me on more and I began to suck him faster, a bit more aggressively. He began to moan, which just turned me on all the more. Then, in the background I began to make out my mother saying, "that's right, that's how you do it. I never thought of you as a cock sucker, but you really seem to enjoy it." "And he's doing a really great job." My uncle added breathlessly. I could tell he loved it, me sucking and moving my head up and down his shaft. And I started to feel a strange sense of pride at being able to make him feel so good. I thought I could sense his own pride and pleasure at what I was doing. And I knew he loved it. He had started to move his hips slightly, in rhythm to my sucking. We were really enjoying each other, and mom was really enjoying watching us. I was so into it that I thought I might cum myself without any help. Something in the back of my mind brought me back to my senses and reminded me to touch his balls. I slowly moved my right hand up his thigh and lightly grazed it along his perineum to the bottom of his balls which I began to lightly brush back and forth and massage between my fingers. Just after this I felt Pete's muscles start to tighten along his thighs and in his balls. I noted it, but didn't really think about what was happening. My mother, from her perspective saw the signs of my uncle's impending release too and said, "well, son, we're about to find out if you're a good boy or not." I can't lie; I was a little frightened, realizing that perhaps I hadn't thought this all the way through. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but one way or another I was going to finish him off. It didn't take long. Moments later he was moaning louder and I could feel his cock pumping in my mouth. I felt it before I tasted it. Then the taste hit me. I remember being shocked at first at the bitterness. I didn't want to wretch, but I really didn't want to swallow either. But after a moment I got past the bitter, slightly bleachy taste and noticed a sweeter flavor to it. I felt a rivulet begin to run down my chin, and realized that I had to either swallow now or make a mess. So I thought, what the hell it's already in my mouth, and began swallowing his cum. My mother was stroking the back of my head telling me what a good job I had done. Pete slowly backed out of my mouth and slumped down on the couch next to me. We were both breathing hard and shallow. Mom looked over and said, "oops, you missed some" as she leaned over and began licking uncle Pete's cum off my chin just before sticking her tongue in my mouth. We sat there sharing the taste of my uncle for a moment as my cock began to throb and leak a little precum. As my mother pulled back from our kiss a long, sticky mixture of cum and saliva stretched out between us and landed on the head of my cock protruding from my shorts. "Uh oh, dropped some," she said as she gave me another coy look and a grin. "I'd better clean you up." "If you must," I said as flirtatiously as possible. It was so strange, and super hot, to talk to my mother this way, and even hotter when she leaned over my lap and slowly started sucking my cock. It felt sooo good. I started to moan immediately. I didn't know how long I could hold out before cumming. It turned out not to be too long. I was just too turned on and she was going at it pretty hard and I just shot my load in the back of her throat. "So, how do I taste compared to Uncle Pete?," I asked only half jokingly. She didn't respond, but just moved in slowly to give me a kiss. I guessed that she was going to let me taste the leftover cum to judge for myself, but was surprised when she emptied my entire load into my mouth for us to share. Once again, I was surprised at first by the salty/bleachy taste, but also savored its sweetness. It was then that I realized I was really starting to like cum . . . and my mom's tongue in my mouth. Man, this was sooo hot. Mom then broke off our kiss, and smiled. I smiled sheepishly as well. "Wow, I think you are starting to like guzzling down a mouthful of cum." "That's funny, I was just thinking the same thing," I replied. "Well, now that you two have gotten off, I think it's my turn," she said. "But, perhaps we should take this to the bedroom now that we're all on the same page." We all adjourned to the bedroom and started to figure out how all this was going to work. It was mom's turn and we decided that since Uncle Pete and I had received oral, that mom would as well. She laid down on the bed and Uncle Pete and I decided that I should go first since he had already had the pleasure several times over the past few weeks. I got on the bed and slowly lay down between my mother's milky white thighs. I took in the smell of her sex and lowered my head to her waiting womanhood. I began slowly licking and sucking her clit and probing her vagina with my tongue. Immediately her body responded to my touch writhing in carnal delight as she began to moan loudly. My own manhood quickly responded hardening against her ankle. Noticing this, she gently pulled my head up and told me to get on my hands and knees. She then maneuvered her head underneath me leaving herself open once again to my mouth. As I went back to work on her, she slowly started in on my cock as well. We were having a great time when she pulled back and said, "Pete, I don't want to leave you out, get your dick over here." I felt Pete's cock touch my balls as he moved his cock toward my mother's waiting mouth and a thrill shot through me. She must have noticed as she started massaging my balls and perineum as she sucked on Pete's big cock. Shortly afterward she moved her finger further back and touched my asshole. I just let out a big sigh as I felt another thrill run throughout my body. At this she stopped sucking on Pete and asked, "so, my little gay son, do you think you want to go all the way with Pete?" By now I had completely stopped licking on her tight little pussy and just managed to make a soft, "uh-huh," as I nodded my head lost in the sheer magnitude of the moment. I had just consented to let another man fuck my tight little ass. I was terrified and couldn't wait at the same time. It was my dark secret that my ass was the most erogenous place on my body. I had always denied this, but kneeling there with my bare bottom exposed I could only think of the girls I had taken from behind and how they had reacted as I shoved my cock inside them and wondered if it would feel as good to me. My mother took another long pull on Pete's cock making sure to slather it in saliva just before she began to lick my own asshole. I had always wondered what this would feel like, but was always afraid to ask any of the girls I had been with to try it. Worried about what they might think. With my mother however, I knew she could only think of me with love. As her tongue touched me I moaned so loudly that at first she thought she had done something wrong and pulled back. But, as I waited in silence for another touch, she went back to work slathering my ass with her saliva. After a moment she stopped and my heart sank a little that she seemed to have finished. Just a moment later, though, I felt another shot of ecstasy as my uncle's cock touched my ass. As he pushed his head inside me it was like a bolt of lightning shooting along my spine as warmth radiated out from my ass and enveloped my entire body. He pulled back until just his head remained within me and grabbed my hips as he took another long, slow stroke. It was amazing! Little shots of electricity shot through me as each inch of his prick moved along the rim of my ass. I was glad he took his time, not because it hurt like I feared it might, but because I enjoyed savoring each stroke of his manhood coming out and pushing in, again, and again, and again. This was undoubtedly the best sex of my life. I didn't think it could get any better until my mom started licking my cock again. I can't put into words the feeling of complete surrender and release of it all as I came in my mother's mouth again just moments later. I slumped forward placing my head on her thigh as my uncle continued to work my ass. I just lay there totally engulfed with the sensation of total relaxation as he pushed away filling me time and again with his large member. He started to speed up and I mumbled something about liking it slow, feeling him penetrate me. He then pulled completely out of me slowly, inch by inch, until I felt his head come out. He then put it back and pushed slowly into me again, repeating this total penetration over and over until he couldn't hold off anymore. He came as he was pulling out. I felt him tense just as the back of his cock's head reached my anal rim. His first shot went straight inside me. His second splashed against my asshole and I felt it start to run down my perineum toward my balls as he quickly thrust himself back inside me. I was instantly breathless as he pumped hard and fast emptying himself inside me. I savored this as my mother began licking his cum off my balls sending multiple signals of pleasure from my ass and balls at the same time throughout my whole being. Seconds later Pete collapsed on my back as we both rolled onto our sides next to my mother. We lay still as his cock throbbed inside me. We just lay there enjoying one another until he was completely spent and his cock slowly retracted until his head rested lightly against my ass. It was the beginning of a beautiful thing.