Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

... my balls, licking and slobbering and sucking. The head of my dick started tingling a bit too hard, and to stop myself from cumming, I brought my other hand up to the back of my head as well, giving Uncle John full access to all of me.

I thought his mouth would travel up to my dick and he'd take me into his mouth like his brother and dad had done. But ever the trailblazer, Uncle John's warm and wet scruff moved south.

I felt it travel back over my taint, and then when it reached my cheeks, I could feel Uncle John's slick tongue come out of his mouth and into my crack.

Then I felt his hands spread my cheeks open even more. He dove in deeper, and deeper, until eventually I could feel his tongue swirling around my hole. He slowly licked and pushed until I realized I was beginning to loosen up from Uncle John's kiss. My hole was beginning to relax and let him in.

As my head rested back into my palms behind me, I heard myself begin to moan from the pleasure. It was almost overwhelming. On my belly, I could feel a small drop of pre-cum leaking out from my dick. I wanted all of Uncle John inside me. "Please fuck me," I groaned as his mouth spread open my hole. "Please fuck me, Uncle John. Please fuck me."

I felt his mouth pull away, but his breath lingered between my cheeks. "Are your eyes closed?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Will you keep them closed?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

I heard the wheels on Uncle John's stool squeak as he pushed it back and stood up. Then I heard ...

... the rustling of his white jacket coming off and dropping on top of my clothes on the table. And then I heard a zipper, and the shuffling of Uncle John's slacks and underwear sliding down his thick thighs and calves.

My mouth was watering, and for the first time, my hole had the same anticipating ache my dick had always felt when I was horny.

I felt Uncle John bring his mouth back to my hole, reminding me to relax for a few moments, before pulling his face away and then slowly bringing his swollen head to my hole. The office was so quiet I could hear the squishing of his spit as he rubbed his cock around on me. It felt just like his tongue, but thicker.

His breathing deepened as his cock slowly sunk in. From inside, I could feel Uncle John's meat entering me in slow motion. I imagined it sliding up and into my guts, it felt so big.

As I let out another moan, Uncle John began rocking his hips back and forth. His cock was plowing into me over and over, but he'd loosened me up so good that it slid smoothly in and out. Every time Uncle John thrust himself into me, it forced another whimper out of my mouth.

All this happened in pitch black for me. I wanted to open my eyes so bad, and see Uncle John fucking me in his button-up. I imagined how he must look, half professional and half animal, taking a new ownership of his nephew.

As his groans began to intensify, he moved one of his hands to my lower stomach and began to push down. "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck. ...