Uncle Bob always made me feel special. No matter who was in the room, his attention was on me. I was his favorite, and I had him wrapped around my little finger. Unfortunately, he had me wrapped around his as well. Bob was tall with a muscular build. His premature grey hair made him look distinguished instead of old; those emerald-green eyes captivated me.
I would do anything for Uncle Bob. Yes, I mean anything. I knew I was safe with him. No matter what I did wrong, I knew he would love me. He was the first and only man to tell me I was pretty. He meant it, too.
I loved his smile that made me swoon. His touch would send tingles through my body, and his hugs would make me gooey in my panties. I wanted more than anything to feel him inside me, filling me with his manhood, loving me as a woman.
That was the fantasy that washed through my mind as I masturbated almost nightly. I have hungered for him ever since the first time he touched my breast. Uncle Bob hugged me from behind. His big, meaty arms wrapped around me, inadvertently resting his left hand on my right breast. For a second, I thought I felt a squeeze. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I knew it was an accident, and I don't think he realized what he'd done, but it filled me with lustful thoughts.
I found myself fantasizing about his hand on my breast and his other hand slipping into my panties, sliding his fingers into my pussy. I found his forbidden fondle electrifying, sparking fantasizes about touching him. God, just the thought of it makes me want to finger myself raw every night.
As much as I wanted him, I could never bring myself to tell him. I could never tell him about the sinful, lustful thoughts that I had for him. Thoughts that would make a porn star blush. I loved and hated his visits. The love of being in his presence with his attention focused on me. I hated that he couldn't see the yearning desires that moistened my panties.
I wanted to confess to him my incestuous thoughts before going off to college, but I didn't know where or how to approach him about it. Then, as fate would have it, he approached me, asking if we could hang out more often before I had to move away for school.
He had taken me to movies when I was younger, but we weren't watching kids' movies anymore. Bob agreed to take me to take me to see more adult-themed films. He even took me to "Fifty Shades of Grey," after warning me it wasn't what I thought it would be. I skipped school so we could go on a Tuesday afternoon. The theater appeared empty except for us.
Bob noticed me fidgeting in my seat during one of the sex scenes. I couldn't bring myself to look at him when he nudged me, fearing that he'd see my arousal. I leaned closer, whispering, "What?"
"Are you sure you want to be here?" Bob asked.
I nodded, "Yes. Why?" I asked.
"Because you're watching a sex scene with your uncle. Isn't that creepy for you? Getting all worked up with me right here," he added.
"I'm not worked up," I lied.
"Honey, you haven't blinked since the scene started. Not to mention the way that you are squirming in your seat; it's OK if you are, sweetie," he said.
"OK. Maybe a little," I glanced at him.
"Go ahead," Bob said as he took my jacket from between us, placing it over my lap. "No one will notice. Go ahead and rub one out."
"No! That would be creepy," I replied, feeling my face flush.
"What, do you want me to do it for you?" I snickered.
"What? Jesus, Uncle Bob," I laughed.
I don't know how he didn't notice my hands disappear during the next sex scene. The rapid movements of my hand almost knocked over the popcorn bucket. Bob caught it just in time. He leaned over, asking, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
I giggled, "You told me too." I said, imagining it was Uncle Bob washing my tits like the movie.
I was so focused on the movie that I hadn't noticed him slip his hand under my jacket. He startled me when his hand joined mine. The sex scene had just ended when he whispered, "Close your eyes."
I scooted closer to him, tilting my hips forward to give him better access to my cunt. Uncle Bob slid his fingers over my clit, plunging his fingers into my flower. I closed my eyes, thinking of Uncle Bob doing the same to me as the last sex scene.
My heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears as his finger slid in and out of me. I gasped when his thumb circled my clit. My hips instinctively thrust forward to his invading fingers. I slipped my hand under my shirt and bra, searching out my nipple. I pinched it, causing a wave of orgasm to flood through my naughty hole.
I bit my bottom lip as Uncle Bob fingered me to another orgasm. I thrust sharply, driving his fingers deeper inside. Again his thumb rubbed my joy buzzer, sending tremors through my cunt. "Ahh, God, Uncle Bob. You're making me cum," I gasped a little too loudly.
"Shhh. We'll get caught," he whispered.
I panted for air as I humped his fingers. Ahh, God, the exquisite sensations flushing through me were better than I could have ever imagined. "Ahhh. Shit! I'm cummming," I hissed through my teeth.
Uncle Bob pulled his fingers out of me, stuffing them in his mouth, sucking my juices from his fingers. "Mmm," he said. "Just wait till the next sex scene."
"Why wait?" I asked, slipping out of my seat between his knees.
Uncle Bob draped my jacket over me as I unzipped his pants. His hard cock forcing its way out of his fly. I grabbed his shaft, squeezing it in my hand, licking the tip of his cock. His sweet, salty precum coated my tongue.
I sucked his cock head, swirling my tongue around his tip. Uncle Bob placed his hands on my head, thrusting my hips up, driving his cock into my mouth.
I took his cock as deep as I could, licking up and down his vein while keeping suction on his tip. Jesus, I was sucking my Uncle's cock in a theater. I slipped my hand under my skirt and underwear, rubbing my clit while I sucked him off.
I slid his cock over my tongue to the back of my throat and back out to the tip, running my teeth along his shaft. I flicked my tongue on his dick slit, while keeping suction before taking his member back in. I relaxed, letting his long cock slip into my throat.
I turned my head back and forth, taking him as deep as I could. I again withdrew his cock out to the tip and back inside, deep-throating my Uncle's massive member. I bobbed my head quickly when the tip of his cock was just inside my throat like I had seen in a porn video. I had practiced on my dildo, fantasizing it was Bob in my mouth.
Uncle Bob grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed his dick deeper down my throat. The thrusts of his hips became sporadic, and he grabbed my head, holding it as he pumped my mouth full of his salty semen. I swallowed rapidly, gulping as much of his cum as I could. His milky fluid leaked out the corners of my mouth and almost out my nose. God, he just kept cumming.
Uncle Bob handed me my soda when I emerged from beneath my jacket. I sheepishly sipped it, washing the taste of his spunk from my mouth. I slipped back into my seat. I held his hand as we watched the rest of the movie, only letting go whenever there was a sex scene so he could rub my clit. Bob would always lick his fingers clean after. Each time he made me cum was harder than the last.