Poppy stretched fully in her bed, her body still humming from the remnants and thought of the previous night's fantasies. Her dreams had been wild, filled with images of her uncle's thick cock and her mother's moans, unable to shake the feeling of arousal that lingered below the surface, teasing her like an itch she simply couldn't quite reach; she did wonder where this sexual awakening had come from but instantly pushed it aside and decided to just embrace and enjoy how good it felt.

She washed and dried, pulled on her smallest black panties, then got busy getting herself ready. Normally she didn't spend that long on herself, but she applied her make-up heavier and with more care. Then she got dressed; her short skirt flared out as she moved. She let her hair fall loose and wild as she put on her bra, then pulled a tight t-shirt on. She looked at herself in the mirror, then shook up her hair with her fingers before blowing herself a kiss. She reached down and grabbed the hair bobble on the shelf, pulling it onto her wrist and knowing full well why.

As she got to the door, she felt naughty; she liked the excitement of it all. She grabbed her keys and her bag, and she was on her way outside to the waiting Clark; she smiled when she saw his eyes widen at the sight of her in her outfit.

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They got to the cinema and got their tickets and snacks. Clark was fun to be around, and 'he was cute, not handsome like Uncle Drey, but cute.' She thought, he got bonus points for repeatedly looking at her chest.

Poppy and Clark found their seats in the darkened theatre. Clark's hand rested on the armrest between them, his fingertips brushing against hers. Poppy felt a spark at the contact, her heart rate picking up, and for the moment she was enjoying her date.

The movie started and was around 20 minutes in; not a lot of seats were taken; mostly the place was empty. Suddenly something in the movie made her breath hitch; one of the actors in a bit part caught her eye, just someone in the background. He was only on the screen a few seconds, but he looked just like her uncle – same hair, same eyes, around the same age of mid- to late fifties, and same build.

She felt a flush run through her; her nipples hardened immediately, her pussy grew warm and began to throb, the actor flicked onto the screen again, and then the camera moved on, her panties growing damper by the second.

Poppy tried to push the thoughts of her uncle away, but it wasn't working; his image was burnt into her mind, and she could see him in the place of the actor.

Poppy glanced around; she was happy to see they were the furthest back in the seating, with no one in their row or the two rows in front.

Slowly she moved her hand over the armrest; it slid down to his thigh, and she was unsure of his reaction.

However, he didn't flinch; he simply let out a small breath. She saw from the corner of her eye he was surprised as she began rubbing up and down his thigh, her hand going further up on every upstroke until her hand crept over his bulge. She purposely let her hand repeatedly bump against him as she rubbed, before she opened her hand up over him and pressed down, feeling the outline of his cock, thick and hard. He was obviously enjoying it and ready.

She leaned over the armrest and the popcorn. "This movie is a bit boring; how about we make it a little more interesting?" She whispered.

Poppy let her chair slowly fold back up; on her knees, she bent over his lap, her fingers unbuttoning his jeans, her hand slipping inside his black boxers; she could feel him, thick and hard.

As she pulled him out; he moaned while her hand gripped firmly around his length, stroking him slowly, his thick head already glistening with pre-cum; she licked her lips, eager to taste his salty sweetness.

She heard him groan, "Poppy, what...?"

"Shhh, just sit back and let me do this," she told him, her tongue swiping across his cock. He groaned again, his head falling back as Poppy used the bobble on her wrist to tie back her hair once he was firmly gripped in her lips.

Poppy had two intentions, to get more practice and be better than her mum And two, she wanted to close her eyes and imagine that Clark was not the one on the date with her, that her Uncle Drey and she were at the movies and enjoying a little romantic movie night.

Poppy closed her eyes tight; as soon as her eyes were closed, it was the image of Uncle Drey sitting in front of her, him with her on the movie date night.

She used her tongue to swirl around the head, teasing him; she relished in the idea of perfecting her technique.

She began to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper, inch by inch, her lips wrapping around him more and more each time. Her hand tightened around the base, stroking him in time with her mouth, her grip not allowing him to escape her.

She hummed around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his cock, and she could feel him throbbing harder in response.

Savouring the pleasure of this, the taste of him, the way he felt in her mouth, and the power she had over him. She closed her eyes tighter and further convincing herself with the image of her uncle's cock, thick and heavy in her mouth, making her moan around Clark's shaft. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out, her head bobbing with more urgency. 

She could feel the heat between her legs, her panties growing damper as she sucked him, her own arousal heightening in response to every moan he made.

Poppy lost track of time, of how long she had been bobbing her red head up and down, but she was pleasantly rewarded with his grunt, and then he filled her mouth.

She felt the first of his warm load hit the back of her throat, and the second and third jets quickly right after as she continued slowly and delicately moving up and down him, the bitterness filling her mouth, her lips sealed tightly around his shaft and refusing to let any drop get away.

When she did pull off him, she looked up at him, opening her mouth; she eagerly showed off the results of her hard work before swallowing his load in a fashion that left him with zero doubt even in the dim light.

Poppy sat back up and let him button back up his jeans; she picked up the popcorn and threw a handful into her mouth to mix the two flavours before she held the popcorn box over to offer him some.

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Clark walked her home; they walked hand in hand, Poppy afforded herself a little distraction as her mind conjured a projection of her and her Uncle Drey returning from a romantic movie night, even when he leaned in to kiss her and their lips pressed together, her mind thought about her uncle and those wonderful lips, as her tongue found his Poppy imagined it was her uncle's magical tongue she was finding, and she knew it was magical the way it had made her own mother moan.

When Poppy eventually got inside; her parents were still up watching TV.

"How was the date?" her mother asked.

"Fine, did I have butterflies? Nope, but it was nice." Poppy said as she kicked off her shoes, "How was your day? Did you meet anyone nice?" Poppy looked at her mum. "I mean, been anywhere nice?"

Tess blushed. "Just out with your Uncle Drey; he's been helping me with some things."

Poppy grinned on the inside; it was all she could do to hold back a large smirk.

"Your mom popped past your aunt and uncles; I watched the football," her dad said.

"Really, that's nice," Poppy said, her eyes on her mom as she moved uncomfortably.

"Oh, don't make plans tomorrow; we are going to Uncle Drey's for lunch." Her dad said.

"Fantastic, can't wait," Poppy said before scurrying up to bed.

As she got undressed and jumped under her covers naked, her hand already back down between her legs, she said to herself, "Lunch at Uncle Drey's house, wonderful, maybe I'll help myself to a little keepsake when I'm there." and then got busy under the covers.