11 comments/ 77964 views/ 14 favorites Uncle Charles By: MaryR This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. * When I moved back into my mother's tiny flat I knew I couldn't really expect to stay for long. My parents were at the age where they needed the space for themselves. I felt guilty. I looked back over the last 6 years and realised that I had made a bit of a mess of my life. To marry Derek had been a mistake. He had been quite a nice lad but he was so laid back and placid. He was just too boring. I remember my mother asking me seriously a few days before I went up the alter "Are you sure that Derek will make you happy Wendy?" I had been so full of myself in those days that I didn't want to listen to others. I knew then that I could get Derek to do practically anything and I had thought that it would make my life even easier. He was so easy going like my father. I hadn't realised that life can be so boring when it is that easy. I was now 29 and when I just walked out on Derek I came straight home to my parents. I had forgotten how small the flat was. My mother shook her head sadly "There just isn't enough room here, Wendy." I nodded but didn't really know what else to do and simply asked her "I know that Mum, but I don't have anywhere else to go and I only have a small part time job so I don't have much money. What can I do?" I was in a hopeless situation, but my mother must have been thinking about it as she came straight out with it "You could ask your Uncle Charles, Wendy." That startled me a bit. Uncle Charles was almost 70 now, and although he was very nice, did have a bit of a reputation in his earlier days. When I was younger, my sister and I used to laugh a bit at the various stories although we had never been sure. He always seemed to be hanging around our house a lot and we had wondered about him and my mother. I remember telling Sally "I don't think so, Sal. He is Mummy's brother and he is such a good friend to Daddy." My sister wasn't so sure "You are probably right Wendy, but you know that Daddy will do anything that Uncle Charles tells him. Perhaps he just lets him." She was right about my father as anyone could walk over him. Nevertheless the thought of my mother with her brother was just too outrageous to contemplate. We never actually saw him do anything with my mother but we really did have our suspicions. When we got older we did tease my mother about Uncle Charles and although she used to laugh a bit she never really admitted anything. Actually when I thought about it later she never denied anything either. Now here she was actually suggesting that I go and live with him as a lodger. I felt a bit apprehensive and said "But Mum, you know he has a bit of a reputation for being naughty." My mother didn't deny anything or try to defend him. Neither did she explain but simply nodded "Well you are 29 now Wendy and you can look after yourself. It is too small here living with your father and I. You have to decide." I did murmur "Uncle Charles does have a lovely cottage, and it is so comfortable." Mother nodded encouragingly "I think you will enjoy it there and you know he makes you laugh." I nodded. It was becoming more attractive. I did say "I only have a part time job and I wont be able to give him very much rent." She smiled "That is something you will have to sort out with Uncle Charles. He is a kind man and if you are nice to him, then he will probably help you." I asked her "What do you mean by being nice to him, Mum?" She didn't really answer my question but just said "You will have to settle that with Uncle Charles." There was an undercurrent of double meaning. We were both aware of it but she wasn't going to say any more. I went to bed that night in the tiny box room which was very uncomfortable. As I tossed and turned in the tiny bed I made my mind up. I hoped so much that Uncle Charles would let me stay in his house. I remembered my mothers words about being nice to him. Although I wasn't sure exactly what that meant I felt that I would be as nice to him as he wanted. In the morning I told my mother how I felt and she smiled. "I think it is the best way forward for all of us Wendy. I did talk to your father last night and he agreed this flat is too small for you to be living with us." I telephoned my Uncle straight away. He was so lovely to talk to and made me laugh straight away. When I got around to explaining what I wanted he seemed more dubious. I felt very nervous and apprehensive but could understand his doubts. I handed the phone over to my mother so that she could explain my difficulties and plead my case. I heard my mother explaining how small the flat was and it really was too cramped. Her voice went a bit lower as she told him about my failed marriage and that I would look up to him as an older man and respect him. He must have said something meaningful as her voice went even lower and very husky as she murmured "She is 29 now Charles and a nice big girl." He must have said something funny as my mother giggled. "She said she will be nice to you Charles." The conversation was taking a lighter tone now and I was becoming optimistic as she giggled some more and asked me "Uncle Charles wants to know if you will be a nice big plump girl for him Wendy?" It was suggestive but I was so relieved that it all seemed more positive I laughed "Tell him I will be a nice big 29 year old girl for him." The conversation sort of drifted on in the same mood without anything specific and although it was suggestive I was unsure what it all meant. When my mother had finished she put the phone down with a smile and said "I will help you to pack your things Wendy. Its really up to you now." My mother and father drove me down to the cottage and Uncle Charles made us all a nice cup of tea before my parents left. When we were alone we chatted about old times and my sister and little holidays we had all been on. Although he was about 70 he looked quite well and his eyes sparkled as he chatted. He asked me about my marriage and I told him all about Derek and that he had been a bit too quiet and a bit dopey really. He laughed "He sounds like your father. He isn't very bright, but he is very compliant and does as he is told." I thought it was a strange way to talk about Daddy but as I thought about it it seemed about right. Derek was like my father. Uncle Charles then said "I wont be charging you any rent Wendy. You are my sister's daughter after all and I want to help you as much as possible." I felt so wonderful. I thanked him over and over and then he smiled "Your mother told me that you are a nice big girl and you want to be nice for me." I realised that we were getting to the serious part and I didn't want to blow it, whatever happened. I was sitting at the table. I knew I wasn't a small woman so there was no problem about being a big girl. I murmured "Yes Uncle I want to be nice to you. Just tell me what you would like." He seemed pleased and told me "I do have some naughty little fetishes Wendy, but we don't have to worry about that now. Just settle in at your own pace to see if you enjoy it here." I wasn't sure what he meant by his little fetishes but he was so lovely I just said "Oh thank you so much Uncle and I really do want to be nice for you." Over the next week or so it just seemed better and better. I had my own lovely bedroom which was so beautiful with bright yellow curtains and soft carpets. As Uncle wasn't taking any rent off me my own money situation was getting better and for the first time in a few years I felt so happy and contented. My mother and father visited us about twice a week and I tended to act as hostess and we had lovely teas. I did notice on a few occasions that Uncle Charles playfully smacked my mothers bottom a few times as she passed and once when I went into the kitchen he seemed to have his hand inside her blouse as I could see her bra was undone. My father could see some of this as well but as he didn't object I didn't think it was my place to make any waves. Actually my mother was giggling a lot and as I felt so happy living with Uncle Charles I didn't want to disturb anything. During those first few weeks my mother did start to tell me a few more intimate things about Uncle Charles so that I would have a better understanding of the things he liked and so that I knew how to be nice to him. It did surprise me but I wasn't shocked. Most evenings, Uncle Charles and I would have a cup of tea and either watch the television or just chat or even play scrabble. When we were chatting I noticed that he tended to look at my legs a lot. I had followed my mothers advice and shortened my skirts considerably. I could see that he liked it as his trousers would tent alarmingly and a few times he smiled at me and dropped his hand down onto his trousers and squeezed himself. He did tell me that he liked my short skirt and asked if I could make it even shorter for him. This was so easy as I only had to roll the waistband up a bit and the hem of my skirt was up over my stocking tops. He did say one evening as we were sitting together "Could you tuck your blouse in more Wendy so that it is nice and tight." He added with a chuckle "You have nice big tits like your mother." It sounded so funny that I giggled as I did what he asked. I also rolled my skirt up a bit higher and let my legs open a little more. His hand did drop to his trousers and he very pointedly squeezed himself and told be "That really is nice Wendy. Thank you so much for letting me see them." Actually, my mother had told me the previous day that he liked to talk about personal things. I wanted to show that I was willing and said "What can you see , Uncle?" He breathed heavily and deliberately gripped his penis through his trousers and tugged it up and down as he murmured "I can see your little white panties right between your legs covering your sweet little secret." I liked the way he was talking and smiled "I am 29 and married Uncle. It isn't so little really. Its quite a big secret." He tugged again with his hand and muttered "Is it a hairy secret, Wendy?" "Yes Uncle. A lot of dark brown hairs and they get quite sticky sometimes." He sighed "You have given me a nice big horn, Wendy." I nodded. It was obvious. "I can see that it is big Uncle." He sighed "I have always had a very big cock. Wendy." Again I just nodded. I could almost see it. Although we weren't actually doing anything physical, we were both enjoying the conversation. I was letting him take it whichever way he wanted. He asked "Do you mind me talking personal to you Wendy. I don't want to offend you." He really was a nice man and I was so grateful for him letting me live rent free in his lovely house I immediately said "Of course not Uncle. You can say anything you like." He nodded and asked "You were married, weren't you Wendy?" I nodded "Yes Uncle. For 6 years to Derek. He was very boring" "Can you tell me about Derek, Wendy?" This question surprised me but I said "Of course Uncle. What do you want to know?" "Did he have a big cock?" It surprised me but I wanted to giggle as I told him "No Uncle. It was very little. Tiny in fact." I could see this pleased him as he said proudly "I am almost 70, but I have a big cock Wendy." I was so giggly now but also excited as his trousers was like a huge tent pole. "I can see that Uncle." He asked me "Do you like a big cock or a little cock Wendy?" It was a simplistic question with only one possible answer. We both knew that. "I like a big cock Uncle." He sighed. It was clearly pleasing him and he said "I like you living with me Wendy. Your mother said I would. She told me to make sure the doors were locked and the curtains drawn." I smiled. She had told me the same. I was now sitting in front of him with my skirt mostly up and my legs wide open. We stopped talking for a minute and it was very quiet except for his hand squeezing himself directly in front of me. Suddenly he asked "Wendy?" "Yes Uncle?" "Can I show you my cock?" We had obviously moved on a stage now and I knew that Uncle Charles needed some encouragement. I just said "I would like to see your cock Uncle." I watched in fascination as he undid his buttons and levered out his huge penis. It was so stiff and big it wasn't easy for him to get it out. When it was out it was gripped in his fist as he slowly masturbated it for my benefit. I pulled my skirt right up and spread my thighs wider as I asked him "Do you want to see my secret, Uncle." He gasped "You know I do Wendy. Will you talk to me about it as you show it to me?" I giggled but it was a very excited giggle as reached down between my legs and moved my panty gusset to one side so that he could see all my pussy. He panted "I like your cunt, Wendy." We were both enjoying the words now and his fist hand was moving a bit faster now. I continued the naughty chat "I am very hairy Uncle." "I can see that Wendy and it looks a very wet cunt." I giggled again "Its very sticky now Uncle." Suddenly he groaned and before he could do anything he squirted great big blobs. He just managed to get large handkerchief out to catch most of it. It was lovely to see and I kept up my open leg pose with my knickers to the side until he had completely finished. As he settled down and cleaned himself, he slipped his big boy back into his trousers I adjusted my own clothes so that in a few minutes we were both back to normal and reasonably respectable. It did cross my mind that it was just as well that the doors were locked. He smiled at me "Thank you Wendy. I really like that. You sit down there and I will make us a nice cup of tea." I jumped up and insisted "No, Uncle. You have done so much for me over the last 3 weeks, please let me make the tea and then we will watch television" He smiled happily as I went into the kitchen. We had a lovely evening watching TV and then had a short game of scrabble for about half an hour and then went up to bed. As I put my nightclothes on I looked around my warm bedroom and realised what a lucky woman I was. I wasn't sure how far things would go with Uncle Charles but I knew I couldn't risk upsetting him. I was determined that I would be nice to him. Over the last week or so I had started to realise the similarity between my ex husband Derek and my father. They were the same type. I wasn't sure of course, but it seemed likely that my mother had been nice to Uncle Charles for most of her married life. Uncle Charles Ch. 02 This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. Following that evening alone with Uncle Charles with all the doors locked I felt more confident in myself. I think I had pleased my Uncle but even though I was almost 30, I needed some reassurance. My mother was wonderful. A few days later she called at the cottage when she knew that Uncle Charles was away on business. Since I had been living at the cottage she had been much more open about her own experiences, but I wasn't sure if Uncle Charles had told her about what had happened between us. I was relieved when she told me that he had. We were sitting in the kitchen having a cup of tea and she smiled "Uncle Charles was very pleased with you the other night Wendy." I sighed with relief but was still unsure exactly how much she knew. She had a twinkle in her eye as she asked me "Did you enjoy it Wendy?" I nodded. She smiled "Your Uncle Charles is a very kind man, Wendy. You will enjoy staying in his cottage. All you have to be is be prepared to be flexible." Actually she knew how relieved I was at having such as comfortable home after all my problems and also knew how grateful I was to my Uncle. I was still curious about how far she had gone with him. After all he was her brother and then there was my father to consider. I asked her quietly "Mum, did you please Uncle Charles?" She nodded "Yes Wendy, I did and I still do." I was quite aware that she didn't have the same domestic necessities as myself and asked "Why do you do it Mum?" She answered very simply "Because I like it Wendy. He pleases me as well." I remembered what Charles had told me when we had talked about my ex husband being small downstairs and also about my father and said "Uncle Charles said that Daddy has a small penis." She wasn't embarrassed as she told me "Yes Wendy it is very small." We had both started to enjoy this conversation now and wanted to be quite honest and I asked her "Is that how it started Mum. Because Daddy has a small cock?" She chuckled "Well partly I suppose but also your father was always very compliant and did what your Uncle told him." I nodded understandingly. Daddy was like my ex husband in most ways. I wanted to be clear on one thing "You still love Daddy though, don't you?" She was very firm with her reply "I love him very much and Charles regards Henry as his best friend. You father admires your Uncle Charles very much but likes to be guided by what he says." I knew she was really telling me that my father needed to be told what to do. When I said this she looked serious and said "You must remember Wendy that just after I married your father, he lost his job and all his confidence. We were in serious difficulties. Your Uncle Charles came to the rescue and offered your father a job and he has worked for Uncle Charles all his life." I could see how it must have been and asked "Is that why Daddy is so compliant Mum?" She nodded "Partly I suppose but although your Daddy is grateful, he is a naturally submissive man anyway. To be honest Wendy it worked out to suit us all in different ways." I giggled mischievously "And besides all that Mum, Uncle Charles has a lovely big cock." She giggled back "Yes it is lovely." I was still curious about what my father knew and said "When you were over to tea a few days ago Mum, I could see that Uncle Charles had his hand up your dress quite a lot." She just nodded. I went on "He also had your hand inside your blouse and had undone your bra." Again she smiled and nodded. I told her "Uncle Charles said you had nice big tits." She chuckled "He told me yesterday that he likes your tits as well." We were both laughing now and I knew she was enjoying telling me things which had always been secret for many years. I loved it and wanted to know more. I said "Mum, will you tell me something?" My mother nodded. I said "When Uncle Charles was feeling you the other day, Daddy was in the same room. He must have known what Uncle Charles was doing to you." "Of course he does Wendy. Your Uncle and I never had secrets from your father. We both love him too much." I gasped "So Daddy knows everything?" "Yes Wendy." "Do you usually tell him when Uncle Charles has been doing things to you, Mum?" "I don't have to tell him, Wendy. He is usually there." This was a real shock. I gasped "Do you mean in the same room when he is doing very naughty things to you?" "Not just in the same room, Wendy. Usually in a chair very close by the settee that we are on." "And he has your breasts out?" "Not only that Wendy. When his hand is right up my dress and he is using his finger. Your father sees it all including me doing things for Uncle Charles." I gasped . This was much further than I had possibly imagined. I said seriously "But Daddy must be dreadfully embarrassed Mum." She nodded agreement. I added pointedly "He must feel so humiliated." "Yes Wendy. Your father is all those things. He is embarrassed and it is very obvious that he is dreadfully humiliated." I shook my head in confusion. I just didn't understand. I could see that she didn't intend to explain. I had to ask. I must have sounded a bit plaintiff "But why Mum. Why does Daddy put up with it?" It was so strange. The conversation was like nothing I had ever experienced. I could feel my breasts feeling so heavy and full and I had this urgent tickly feeling in my tummy and between my legs. I felt a bit overwhelmed and flushy. Then I noticed my mother seemed rather tense herself and had crossed her legs rather over tightly. With her long clothes nothing was showing but I could see she was squeezing her big thighs together. I don't know why but I did the same and crossed my legs. I also had a longish dress on but I did find that as I squeezed my thighs the urgency between my legs subsided a bit and I had a lovely flowy feeling which I could control. My mother took a deep breath as she considered my last question. She told me "Your father has needs as well Wendy." I could hardly comprehend what her words meant but there was only one possible explanation. "Do you mean he wants to watch, Mum?" She nodded. "How do you know Mum?" She said simply "It excites him." "How do you know?" She chuckled "Oh don't be a silly girl Wendy. You are 29 now. You know how a man gets excited." I was still in confusion as I asked "Does his penis get stiff?" "Yes." "How do you know Mum?" I was pressing her for answers now but in reality there was no need. She was quite happy telling me. Her thighs were still tightly squeezing and she was rocking slightly. I knew she was enjoying telling me. I was enjoying it as well although our voices were very low and husky. "Both Uncle Charles and I knew he was excited and yet frustrated so we allowed him to pull it out." "How do you mean, you 'allowed' it?" "Your Uncle Charles gave him permission." I gasped "He gave Daddy permission to pull his cock out as he had his hand up your dress?" "Yes Wendy. We knew that your father was humiliated but he was also more excited watching than he had ever been when he had tried to do those sort of things himself. We let him play with his little cock." This was so erotic. I asked dumbly "Play with it Mum?" "Yes Wendy. We let him rub his cock. We let him wank as he watched Uncle Charles doing things to me." "What things did he do to you in front of Daddy?" "Everything, Wendy." "Do you really mean, everything Mum?" She smiled at my obvious question. She was still clenching her thighs but her rocking was more pronounced now. I had started to rock as well and the feelings were exquisite. She was so frank "He would fuck me Wendy." I gasped. I was almost cumming as I muttered "Fuck you. With Daddy watching?" She nodded. "I know Daddy was humiliated Mum, but weren't you embarrassed?" "Yes the first few times, but then I liked it. It was even better than just being on our own. It was almost like putting on a performance, and I was the female star." I panted. This was so bizarre and taboo. I rocked more strongly and even humped a bit and let out a little squeak. My mother was settled into a rhythm and was humping. "Could Daddy see things?" She was panting a lot now "He could see everything. Charles told him he could kneel down by my feet so that he could see it going up." "His cock?" "No, his prick. When he was fucking me your Uncle liked me to call it his prick." I was squeaking more now and I gasped "So Daddy was kneeling at your feet and you had your skirt up and your panties off and Uncle Charles had his prick was up you." She was squeaking now but more strongly as she corrected me "Mostly he didn't usually take my panties off." I squeaked as she continued "He liked fucking me with my knickers partly down." "Partly down Mum. How far?" She nodded "He liked shoving it up me with my panties around my knees. He liked it that way if he had me across the kitchen table or when I was at the sink washing the dishes." I squeaked and squeaked. I felt it flushing for the third time but it was even more intense and I felt exhausted with excitement. My mother was on the same state but she let out a low growl. I knew she had cum as well. We both slowed down and drew her breath. It had been so erotic without even doing anything physical. We were both silent for a few minutes and then I said "Shall I make us a nice cup of tea Mum?" She was quite calm now "That would be lovely Wendy. Could I have a few biscuits as well." We had a cup of tea and some cream biscuits and chatted and laughed about old times when we used to go on holiday with my father. He was always so nice and placid even then. For all the happenings of the recent weeks we knew we both loved him very much. He was a kind man and I adored him. As we talked we both knew we were still partly thinking about what had happened earlier. I don't think either of us felt guilty. After all we hadn't hurt anyone and we had enjoyed it very much. Suddenly my mother said "Wendy!" I knew he was going to say something about it and simply said "Yes, Mum?" She simply said "Did you enjoy it Wendy?" I knew what she meant and told her "I did enjoy it Mum, it was one of the most exciting things in my life." She looked relieved "I am glad Wendy. So did I." She smiled "Which was the best part Wendy?" We weren't being naughty now. We just enjoyed talking about it and being a little curious I suppose. I told her "It was all so erotic Mum, but the most exciting part was when you told me about Daddy watching you and Uncle Charles doing it." She smiled "When Uncle Charles was fucking me?" I giggled "Yes but it was even more exciting to think of Daddy watching and doing it to himself. It was so bizarre and taboo" We really were explaining things to each other now and she agreed "It is more exciting for me as well when I can see him so excited and embarrassed as he rubs his little cock." I thought of a few things to say which were outrageous. I smiled to myself as I thought of something that may shock her. I said "Mum, you know what Daddy is don't you?" She smiled "I think you want to tell me something." I did "Daddy is a cuckold. He is your cuckold." She wasn't shocked at my words and answered "Of course he is Wendy. I know that and so does Uncle Charles and more to the point your father knows he is a cuckold." I gasped. She was way ahead of me, but even that made me flushy. "I love that part so much Mum. It must be so exciting to have a cuckold." She laughed "You will have to get one for yourself Wendy. How about getting Derek back. He is like your father. He would be an ideal cuckold." I shook my head. "You are probably right Mum. But I don't really love him anymore." She smiled sympathetically "Yes I understand Wendy. These relationships are so delicate and have to be kind and loving and special I suppose." "Yes Mum. Like you and Daddy really. He does love you so much." She immediately said "Don't forget Wendy. Your father loves you very much as well. You are always his little girl." I knew it was true and nodded. We both went quiet for a few moments in our own thoughts and then she said "Wendy, if you like you could use your father." I didn't comprehend for a moment and gasped "Use Daddy. What do you mean, Mum?" She smiled "As your cuckold of you like. You know he loves you very much." I looked at her curiously "But I am his daughter Mum." She nodded "Yes of course you are and he is your father. He would be your Daddy Cuckold." "But Mum. I have always been his darling little girl. He doesn't think of me that way." She laughed "You never know how men think Wendy. They all have their fantasies." "But I am sure he doesn't have fantasies about me." "That's here you are wrong Wendy. He has talked in his sleep over the years I know all his fantasies and have talked him through most of them." I gasped "You know all his fantasies." My mother smiled "Yes Wendy. I know all of your father's fantasies." I asked a little tentatively "And he fantasizes about me?" "Yes. It mainly started after you married Derek. I think he was a little jealous. He wanted to do so much to you." "What did he want to do?" "Lots of things Wendy. But the main thing he wants to do is to fuck you." "Fuck me?" "Yes and see you with your blouse open." "To see my bra?" "Yes but also with your bra off." "He wants to see my breasts?" "Yes and your nipples." I gasped. These were incredible revelations. They were so shocking and yet I didn't feel upset. I loved my father so much and knew he would never harm me. I even liked the thought that he found pleasure in fantasizing over me. I asked her "Would you mind if I showed him my tits Mum?" She laughed. "I would love it Wendy. He is a good man and if we can give him some excitement then its nice that we can" "What about the other thing Mum. Should I let him fuck me?" She went a little serious "That could be difficult Wendy. I told you he only has a little cock. If he tried and failed it would be devastating for him." I nodded. It seemed a great pity. She said "There is always Uncle Charles. He can fuck you." "But he will be doing that anyway Mum." "I know that but you could let your father watch." This did shock me. "Do you mean in the same way that he watches you and Uncle Charles?" She nodded. Again the conversation was exciting but I needed a few quiet moments to gather my thoughts. After a minute I said "But you are his wife. He is your cuckold." "Yes he is but that is no reason why he cant be your cuckold as well. He is your father so he can be your Daddy Cuckold." I breathed heavily. It was so exciting. I was still looking for difficulties "But he thinks I am his Little Girl. He will be embarrassed and humiliated." She smiled "Yes he will be Wendy. And excited." I nodded, we had been down this path before. I whispered loudly to myself so that my mother could hear "My Daddy Cuckold." My mother smiled happily. Uncle Charles Ch. 03 This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. * Over the following weeks, I thought about that strange conversation with my mother. I tried to reconcile the things she had told me with my own very happy childhood. My father had always been such a loving figure and there was no hint whatsoever of any naughty thoughts or situations. My mother had been the same. Now at 30 years of age and parted from my husband, everything seemed to have changed in a taboo manner and I just couldn't understand it. The only thing I was certain of was that my Uncle Charles seems to have been doing things with my mother all her married life. Additionally, I realized that my father knew all about it and was just an onlooker with no say in the events taking place. As far as my father lusting after me was concerned, this just didn't seem to ring true. I didn't argue this point too strongly with my mother but when I voiced my opinion, she just smiled. She knew a lot more than I did. It had been about 3 weeks since that conversation with Mum and nothing naughty had happened. Uncle Charles had been very busy and was rather tired. I usually made his tea and then we watched television together. My father and mother would still call over to see us about 3 times a week but we would simply have some tea or wine and play scrabble. We all loved looking at old photographs when we had gone on holiday together. It was all nostalgic and loving. Then one Sunday they came over in the afternoon. I had heard part of a long telephone conversation between Uncle and my mother earlier in the morning but I didn't really know what they were chatting about. Just after they arrived, my mother said she would have to leave after a few hours, as she had to go across the village to see an Aunt of mine who had been unwell. Uncle Charles just nodded. It all seemed a little contrived. When I asked, "Can't you put it off Mum?" She shook her head "No Love. I have already explained to your Uncle that I did promise to go yesterday and I couldn't. Never mind, your father can still stay. He can borrow Uncle Charles' car to come home on his own." I nodded, because it would still be nice having Daddy stay. Uncle Charles and I loved having them over and he told me "Your parents are here to enjoy themselves Wendy. Out with the wine, I don't have to work today." We all laughed and I carried out my usual hostess duties. I loved it and felt so happy. I just looked at my mother and father. They were both happy for me. I was in charge, and filled all the glasses and then asked, "Do we all want cheese and biscuits?" My father said "That would be lovely Wendy. Then we can all have a look at those old holiday pictures again." My mother laughed "Your Daddy loves thinking about those times. He always enjoys the lovely memories they bring back." Uncle Charles laughed even louder "You're a fine one to talk Margaret, you like talking about the old days as much as Henry and I." I brought the cheese and biscuits in, and we all tucked in. My mother brought out all the scrapbooks. We looked at different years at the seaside and in various caravan homes and had our biscuits and wine. I kept topping up everyone's glasses. There was one picture of me in my very late teens crying outside one of our holiday chalets. My mother said, "You were very naughty that year Wendy. You kept losing your temper and throwing a strop, you spoiled our holiday that year." I half smiled guiltily. I remembered the holiday well. I had behaved badly. It was not my finest hour. My mother had gone a little serious as she remembered it and told me "Your father should really have given you a good spanking." She looked at my father who nodded, smiling weakly, we all knew it was beyond him to hurt me given his placid and loving temperament. Uncle Charles joined in "It was a pity I wasn't there. I would have given her bottom a true tanning." My mother said, "That's right Charles. We missed you that year. If you had been there, you would have sorted out the young Madam and she wouldn't have spoiled the holiday." I couldn't help feeling that she seemed to be annoyed with me for something that had happened years earlier. The mood had gone more serious and Uncle Charles reproached my father "You shouldn't have let her get away with it, Henry." My father nodded a bit feebly "I know, but it's too late now." It was strange how the atmosphere had changed. My mother said "It's not too late Henry. It's never too late to do the right thing. She should be spanked." I looked aghast "But Mum, that was when I was 18. I am almost 30 now, Daddy cant't spank me now." She nodded firmly "First of all Wendy, the different age doesn't count, if you have behaved badly. Secondly, I know your father can't spank you but Uncle Charles can." I gasped. So did my father and his face reddened. Uncle Charles nodded in agreement with the things my mother had said. He said to my father "She should be spanked Henry. Do you want to do it or shall I?" My father was in an impossible position. We all knew he couldn't do it. He just mumbled "I think it would be better if you did it Charles." I couldn't believe it. It was not now a question of whether I should have my bottom spanked. It was just a question of who would actually do it. My mother looked at her watch and said to Uncle Charles "I will have to leave in a minute, so you had better get started. Wendy stand up in front of your Uncle and pull your skirt up." It wasn't just a request. When my mother spoke like that, it was an order. I stood up in front of them all and felt embarrassed as I pulled my black pleated skirt up over my thighs and then over my waist. It was very quiet and I knew they could all see in close detail my black stocking tops and my black elasticated suspenders pulling tightly into my plump thighs. Of course the most obvious thing was my white panties. They weren't tiny things but not over big either. I'd had no expectation of my panties being on show today, and was wearing some safe white cotton briefs that contrasted with the black of my stockings and suspenders. I would have to be more careful in the future that my underwear matched especially as I had a lovely pair of black satin panties that would have finished my outfit off nicely today. My mother said in a matter of fact voice "Thank goodness her knickers are reasonably clean. When she was younger you never knew what you would see. Some of the stains were disgraceful." Charles nodded "I remember. They were particularly mucky between her legs." I could see my father blushing. He looked lost. Then Uncle Charles told me "OK then Wendy. There is no point in dawdling get over my knees and lets be having you." I did as I was told and felt my Uncles hand on my bum. He made no pretense of spanking as he squeezed my bottom. Mum smiled and then looked at her watch "I will have to leave you Charles. I am late already." Charles nodded "Its OK Margaret. I will see to Wendy. If I need any help I will get Henry to do it." As she left she told my father "Henry, make sure she is a good girl for her Uncle and does as she is told." My father mumbled "Yes Dear." With my mother gone, I felt strange being over my Uncles lap with my clothes up, in front of my father. Uncle Charles made no pretense. He was simply fondling my bottom and playfully adjusting the elastic of my panties. My father said nothing. Then Charles chuckled "I remember you saying when she was about 19 Henry that you thought she had a nice plump bottom." This was a surprise to me especially when I heard Daddy mutter huskily "Yes Charles." He sounded ashamed. Uncle Charles was just feeling me and talking casually to my father. "I remember Henry. When she was wearing a short skirt, she used to give you a hard on, didn't she?" Again, I was amazed. My father seemed breathless as he panted "Yes Charles." My mother had told me about my father's small penis but I could see out of the corner of my eyes he was swelling up a bit in his trousers. I realized that Daddy was getting excited. Uncle Charles seemed to be leading my father on. He said "I know you liked her bottom all those years ago Henry. It's bigger now. Do you still like it?" Daddy whispered huskily "Yes Charles." He sounded as if he didn't want me to hear. I was enjoying things now. Charles chuckled "It is nice Henry. Do you want to see it properly?" My father was in a confused state "See it? Properly?" He didn't know what to say. Charles was speaking softer now "I can pull her knickers down for you Henry and you can see her bare bottom. Would you like to see your 30 year old daughters bare bum?" I could see my father nodding. He was also trying to squeeze himself slyly. He didn't want me to hear. Charles wanted Daddy to be clearer "Pardon Henry. I didn't hear you properly. Do you want me to pull your daughters panties down?" I heard Daddy groan "Yes please Charles." Uncle Charles chuckled and I felt his hand grip the elastic waistband and ease my panties down to expose my bottom. My father groaned again and Charles laughed "I bet you have a horn on now Henry." My father said something in the affirmative and my Uncle muttered "So have I," and I felt him hump upwards. I could feel his huge penis throbbing as it pressed into my tummy. I knew there could be only one outcome of this excitement. I was unsure though, if he would do it to me in front of Daddy. I knew that my father had taken orders off my Uncle Charles all his life. They were always given kindly but nevertheless they were orders and my father had always obeyed so obediently. Now Uncle Charles spoke directly to my father "I know you feel horny Henry, so you can pull your little cock out. It will be easier for you to play with it then." Daddy looked lost again. He was excited but unsure and muttered "Pull it out, Charles. Will it be OK?" Uncle just laughed "Of course it is Henry. We have done this so many times with her mother. You know you want to, don't you?" I was amazed but fascinated as I could see my fathers face go red with embarrassment but he still undid his trousers and put his hand in. I really wanted to giggle then as although he was stiff he was very small. I was over my Uncles lap with my panties down but I could still turn my head to look at my father. He blushed bright red with embarrassment when he saw that I could see him and he muttered "I am sorry, Wendy." I really didn't want to humiliate him and smiled "Its OK Daddy. Mummy told me that you liked to play with your little cock." He mumbled something but his excitement was obvious. Uncle Charles laughed. He was a kind man and a good friend to my father. He wanted to help him relax and told me openly "Your father likes to watch me fuck your mother as he has a little wank." Although my father was trying to hide what he was doing, I could see the top of his penis swelling with excitement. I wanted to giggle. Uncle Charles asked my father gently "Do you want Wendy's panties Henry. You like me to give you your wife's underwear." Daddy had given up now and just admitted "I would like to have them, Charles, if it is possible." My Uncle laughed "Oh I think it is very possible Henry." To me, he whispered loudly "OK Wendy. Let me slip your panties off. Your father always like to smell your mothers knickers first before we let him wrap them around his cock before he came." This was a new one to me. Mum hadn't told me that. It was quite a revelation. Uncle Charles did add "Don't worry Wendy. He takes ages and he cant cum very much with his tiny cock." I half rolled over so he could get my underwear off and watched him hand my panties over to my father. He looked so shamefaced as he took them I felt bound to say "Its OK Daddy. You can enjoy yourself." He blushed but managed to answer "Thank you Wendy." When we reverted to our original position, Uncle Charles started to play seriously with my bum, especially my buttocks. He was kind but I also knew he was enjoying teasing my father as he asked him pleasantly "I will open out her bum for you to see right up Henry." Daddy gurgled. Uncle Charles whispered some instructions in my ear. I almost shook with laughter but had to control myself as I asked my father "Do you want to kiss my bum, Daddy?" I heard my father groan. It was obvious what he wanted. Charles egged him on "Go on Henry. You may never be able to kiss your daughters ass again." My father groaned again but slid onto his knees behind me. I could no longer actually see him but I felt his lips right in the middle of my rather plump bottom. It was very pleasant and I sighed with pleasure. Charles heard my sigh, and knew I was enjoying it. I felt him opening my bottom up as he told my father "Go on Henry. Lick her ass hole. Your daughter will enjoy that. Stick your tongue right up her." It was very rude but I knew my father was enjoying it. I was in ecstasy. After a few minutes of exquisite feeling Uncle Charles eased my father away saying "That's enough for you now Henry. You go back onto the settee and play with her knickers. Its my turn now." My father dutifully did as he was told. I was still over my Uncles lap without any underwear as I heard him tell my father "I am going to fuck her now Henry. I know you liked watching me fuck your wife. Do you want to watch me fuck your daughter?" We had passed all the barriers now. Daddy sounded ashamed but I heard him ask my Uncle "Can I watch Charles?" "Of course you can Henry, and you have permission to keep on wanking as well." My father sounded grateful "Thank you Charles." My Uncle rolled me back into a sitting position on the settee. My skirt had lowered a bit so I looked more respectable even though I wasn't wearing any panties. His huge penis was out of his trousers and throbbing like mad. He told me "We will let your father watch us play a few games before I fuck you, Wendy." I knew he wasn't really asking me so I just said "Thank you Uncle." He eased me down onto my knees in front of him saying "Give my cock a little rub to get it right up and then slip it into your mouth. Your mother is very good at this." I did as he asked and then opened my lips so that his penis slipped in. Although it was huge it slipped in my mouth so easily and the swollen part at the top felt so sensuous as I sucked it. Uncle Charles sighed. He didn't laugh this time but sighed with satisfaction as he muttered "That's wonderful Wendy. It feels wonderful with my knob in your mouth." I could hear my father panting and I wanted to giggle especially when my Uncle whispered in my ear "He is very excited playing with his little cock." He spoke to my father "Henry!" "Yes Charles." "Your daughter likes sucking my prick. She is just like her mother." Daddy gave a little gurgle of embarrassment but he sounded husky and the rustling of his hand movement didn't stop. I knew he was still doing it to himself. My Uncle spoke gain "She is ready now Henry." Daddy muttered "Yes Charles." He turned me over so that I was kneeling on the settee and I felt his penis push between my legs. I wasn't sure where it was going but I heard him chuckle as he said "I will go up her cunt this time Henry. Next week you can watch me go up her ass hole." His huge penis just slipped up between the folds of my pussy and it felt gorgeous. The following few minutes felt even nicer. I was conscious of some movement on the carpet and realized that my father was on his knees on the carpet close to my side. He obviously wanted a better view of things.