Uncle Bob - Sex Stories

Uncle Bob

... 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 ...