It has been a few months since my divorce, and living with Kay couldn't be going better for us. There is always drama from her job, which I was always ready to remedy. Kay's boss dumped more responsibilities on her. Not only was she handling all of the accounts of her former coworkers, but she was also interviewing and onboarding new hires. That's when she learned that some of the new hires with less experience were making more than their current employees. There was also her tenuous relationship with her mom. Needless to say, this added to Kay's stress.
One day, Kay texted me, saying that her mom had asked her to stop over on the way home from work. Kay and her mom hadn't seen her for a while, so she decided to stop by on the way home. Kay didn't expect to run into her aunt Peg. Kay walked into a shit show when she got to her mother's house. Her mom and aunt were in a heated argument about their shitty choices in men. Kay wasn't going to get involved and turned to leave when Peg made a comment about me and what a horrible husband I had been and that she was glad that she'd been cheating on me with her coworker for years. That was too much for Kay. She snapped back at my ex, telling her to stop talking shit when Peg was a cheater. Peg tore into Kay, cussing her out for not sharing their opinion about me. "Fuck right, the fuck off! Right down, fuckety-fuck lane!
About a month later, she came home almost in tears one evening. She'd just interviewed someone for a new position that her boss had yet to tell her about. The position was for what Kay had been doing for the last few months. She confronted him about it and finally brought up the fact that the new hires were making more than she was with little to no experience. He turned the tables on Kay and asked if she wasn't happy with her position but then proceeded to let Kay know that she was easily replaced.
"Kay, you don't need to work. We have enough that you shouldn't have to put yourself through this," I told her. "It's not worth the headache."
"Hold on," she said. "I need to work. I need insurance, car payment, and rent money in case you decide to move on and get your own place."
"I love it here. I love being with you," I said, trying to reassure her and reaching for her with open arms.
"Kay, I love you and don't want to leave you," I said softly.
Kay hugged me tightly, asking, "You really love me?"
"Yes, I love you. I am in love with you and don't ever want to lose you." I whispered, squeezing her tighter.
"Then why are we still sleeping in separate rooms?" she asked as tears started to stream down her cheeks.
"We still sleep in different rooms because I didn't want to make that assumption. And what would happen if your mom dropped by and saw that we were sleeping together?"
"Take me to bed, Uncle Mark," Kay whispered.
As I followed her to her room, it dawned on me that as silly as it was, this was adding to her stress, too. "I am yours as long as you'll have me," I said. "Besides, I'd be crazy to leave you. You are the best lover I've ever had. I love the way that you've been riding my cock on the sofa almost nightly," I giggled as I grabbed her, pulling her into my arms, kissing her passionately as I slowly undressed her. I shed my clothing as quickly as I could and joined her under the covers. Instinctively, I knew she needed to be held in this moment, but I still let my hands wash over her body, caressing it gently as we spooned. I kissed her shoulder and neck, even nibbled her earlobe.
We snuggled like this for some time, and I thought that she'd drifted to sleep. I tried to extract my arm from beneath her, but she grabbed my hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it. Kay interlocked her fingers with mine, asking if I would move into her room. I agreed but thought it would be a good idea if we kept the other room as is in case someone found out I was living with her. She decided that it was best to keep up appearances. Kay rolled to face me.
Kay asked. "Why didn't you ask me if I loved you when you said it to me?"
"Because I know you love me," I said. "I've always known that you loved me. Not in a sexual way, but I knew that you loved me. We've always clicked together like puzzle pieces. I think that's why we get along so well."
Kay laid her head on my arm, saying, "I think that's why we make such good lovers."
Kay kissed me, darting her tongue into my mouth and swirling her tongue around mine. She reached down between us, grasping my cock in her hand, stroking and squeezing it erect. "I want to fuck you, Uncle Mark," she said, planting another kiss on my lips.
Kay threw her leg over my torso as she rolled me onto my back. She wiggled her hips around, trying to guide my cock into her pussy. She sank onto my rigid cock, impaling herself with one downward thrust. Kay meant every word of it as well. She rode me like a stallion. I watched as her tits flopped while she bounced up and down on my shaft. I slid my hand up her breast, but Kay brought it to her face instead. She sucked my middle finger as if it were my cock. Kay thrust herself on me with abandon as if she were riding me to oblivion. I grabbed one of her nipples, squeezing and pulling it hard as she fucked me.
Kay's head bobbed around like one of those dashboard dogs my grandparents had in their car. Her mouth gaped open, and a dribble of saliva drooled down her chin as she gasped for air. Kay swirled and undulated her hips, grinding the tip of my cock against her cervix. She slid her hand to her clit, rubbing it as she rode my cock. Her body began to quiver and convulse as she came. Kay sank her fingernails into my pecks, panting, "Cum with me, Uncle Mark. Fill my cunt. Ah, gawd. I'm cumming."
I unleashed a torrent of cum inside my niece's twat. You would have thought that I hadn't cum in a month by the sheer volume that I had pumped into the tight little cunt. The overflow oozed out of her as I pulled Kay flat on top of me while we rode out the afterglow of climax. She twirled my chest hairs with her fingers while she waited for my cock to shrivel inside of her. The way it felt always made her giggle.
We got up and showered while we discussed what to do for dinner. As usual, we opted for takeout so we wouldn't get caught together. We both knew that sooner or later, we'd get caught and have to live with the consequences of this incestuous affair, no matter how consensual it was.
Another month went by, and it was getting harder for Kay's boss to keep employees. The more senior people were leaving because of the information about the new hires earning more than the current employees had gotten out. Even the new so-called office manager realized that it was a shit-show and left. It didn't do much for Kay's stress level, but it made for a hell of a sex life. I laughed when I heard a reel saying how women need to be relaxed to enjoy sex. Well, they've never met Kay, who seemed to take all of her stress out on my cock.
Things had finally built up between Kay and her boss until she walked out on him one Wednesday. He immediately called her and apologized, telling her to take a couple of days for a long weekend to think about it before she decided to quit. He said that he was sure that they could work something out.
Kay startled me when she came home early that Wednesday. She went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff one. Kay hesitated and decided against drinking it down. "Maybe I need a different kind of stiff one," she said, pointing to the sofa. I took the hint and grabbed a seat. Kay walked over and hiked up her miniskirt so she could straddle my lap. She kissed me while I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off of her shoulders. Her massive breasts heaved inside her bra. A lacy red number that I'd bought for her. Kay said it gave her confidence, knowing that whatever shit was raining down on her that she was in control. I buried my face into her cleavage, kissing the tops of her titties as I fished my cock out of my pants.