Uncle Bob - Sex Stories

Uncle Bob

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 ...