Uncle's Beach House
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Uncle Bob was her favorite man, so when he invited her to go to his beach house for the weekend she jumped at the chance. He had always bought her bikinis to wear at the beach and she knew it was because he wanted to see her body. That was okay, because she loved the look in his eyes when they raked over her. This time the bikini was so small she said she might as well be naked. He said his beach was private and they could skinny dip if they wanted to. That wasn’t the last thing he suggested.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Brother Father Daughter Uncle Niece Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
I was taking pills, but not protected, yet. My doctor knew how serious a girl’s sex drive is and he got me in for a quick exam the Wednesday after all this blowup happened. So still not being protected was fine, because my mother was right there and if he got excited he could make love with her and ease the strain. At the same time, she was there to supervise my further education with things sexual. And, in theory, I wasn’t ripe, that weekend, since my period was supposed to arrive very soon.
The ride to the beach was interesting. Uncle Bob was with the two women he most wanted to impregnate. And this time he was going to get to try. He had wanted to make babies with Mom for all but about fourteen years of his life, which was twenty-three years. That’s a long time to be with a woman intimately and even though she lets you fuck her, she won’t let you make a baby in her. And now, these five days, he was going to get to shoot in her while she was fertile and unprotected. I assumed he wouldn’t even notice me but I didn’t care because Mom had told me I could watch them. I’d have my very own live porn video and I could hug and kiss the actors. I was sure I’d get to suck the lead man’s cock. Maybe I could play the part of the fluffer in the porn business, keeping Uncle Bob hard so he could fuck Mom even more.
Imagine my surprise, then, when we got there and took everything in and Uncle Bob said, “I think a swim is in order. Anybody want to come with me and cool off?”
“I didn’t bring a swim suit,” said Mom, sounding like the little girl who had neglected to bring her quarter to the candy store.
“Excellent,” said Uncle Bob. “I didn’t, either.”
I knew that was a lie because I knew where he kept his swim suit, but I also recognized the game they had decided to play.
“You two will have to skinny dip,” I sighed. “Apparently I’m the only one who planned ahead. I’ll go put my bikini on.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no,” said Uncle Bob, smoothly. “It would be unfair to you to make you stand out. I know teenage women don’t like to be the center of attention when they feel like they look different. I think you should skinny dip, too. Besides, if you decide to lay out you don’t want lines in your tan, do you?”
“I didn’t think of that,” I said. “Apparently I’m not such a good planner after all.”
“Where is the sun screen?” asked Mom. “I don’t want to get burned.”
“Not to worry,” said Uncle Bob. “I will cover you with my body and old Mister Sun won’t be able to mar your beautiful skin.”
Mom actually laughed. They didn’t make it to the beach before they “got together.” When we were all ready to go, meaning we were all naked, they kissed and then they groped, and my mom looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, Bunny,” and the next thing I knew she was on the bed on her back with her legs spread and he was on top of her. While I thought about how interesting it was that my mother had no pubic hair of any kind, he carefully kissed her while her hand guided him and I watched in disbelief as he just shoved that immense penis in her. It was obvious there was no pain, because she slammed her hips upward. They were obvious partners in achieving penetration.
Her voice made this sound that caused my pussy to get drippy almost instantly. I had to rub my nub as I watched her legs lift, spread wide, and then wrap around her brother.
“Ohhhhhh, I love this so much,” she groaned.
“Not as much as I do,” he panted. He pulled out and slammed back in just one time and then he stayed deep inside her.
“Already? Bobby, this won’t be any fun at all if you have premature ejaculations all week.”
“I’m sorry,” he panted. “I thought about how you aren’t protected and then you made that sound and it was like you flipped a switch in me.”
“I’ll put a gag in my mouth and a pillow case over my head next time. Will that help?”
“I said I was sorry. Did you bring the tampons?”
“Yes.”
I wondered what that meant but she went on.
“It won’t do any good to use one if we’re going swimming. The water will soak it and get through. Sperm cells can’t swim, you know.”
I realized I was kind of hopping from one foot to the other, but I didn’t have to pee. I was watching Uncle Bob pull his boa constrictor out of my mother’s bald pussy and it was all milky looking. It dripped when it fell free and her pussy just gushed creamy, white cum. I think I whined. Mom looked over at me and sat up.
“Just a second, Baby. He’ll make you feel good in just a second.”
She bullied him into lying down again, this time on his back. He complained about the wet spot under his ass and she shushed him. She grabbed his penis and laid it out on his abdomen. Then she told me to straddle him and rub my cunny up and down his cock. I didn’t think that would work because I thought I would just push it around, but she must have done this before when they were younger and knew that, even soft, there was enough bulk there to stay put.
I have to say I cried like a baby when I felt my clit scraping along his member. His hands pulled at my nipples and my hips ran back and forth at ninety miles an hour. I was primed, though, and it wasn’t long at all before I yelled that I loved him and I loved my mother and I just bawled like a little kid. Mom’s hand ran up and down my spine and after I climaxed she pulled me off and hugged me. I had never hugged my mother while we were both naked. Actually, I had never hugged her while one of us was naked. It was a completely different sensation when her breasts kind of mashed against mine. Hers felt hot and then her abdomen pressed against my abdomen, which was still having little ripples that were the after-quakes of my orgasm.
“You’re fine,” Mom said, rubbing my back. “You’ll have plenty of time to be sexy with your uncle, so calm down and catch your breath.”
“Ladies,” said Uncle Bob. We both looked at him and he was standing there cradling a brand-new erection in his left hand. It had been only ten minutes since he made it soft inside Mom! He made a sweeping movement with his right hand which was obviously supposed to be like those women on The Price is Right as a new and exciting prize is displayed. He had a smirk on his face, too. My mom let go of me and I thought it was going to start all over again, but she went to him and pushed him on his hairy chest, making him step backwards. Then she pushed him with both hands, like one man does to another just before they start fighting. She did it four or five times until his back was against the wall. She actually got a handful of his chest hair and I saw him wince.
“You will be respectful to us this week. You will not act like a baboon or a satyr. You will acknowledge that both Bonita and I are going to be a little emotional and you will treat us with respect.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Uncle Bob, and there was no levity in his voice. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little emotional, too.”
Now I had never seen them together like this and my immediate sense was that Mom was the Dom in this relationship and Uncle Bob was the Submissive. I didn’t know much about that kind of relationship; only that one was in charge and the other kowtowed to him, or her. Uncle Bob had sounded meek and she had scolded him before that for having a premature ejaculation, so I just assumed she was the boss.
I could not have been more wrong. For the rest of the time we were there he would say jump and she would ask how high. He treated us both like he was the sultan and we were in his harem. I did see little, short episodes of backlash on her part. Like when she asked him where the condoms were and he said he forgot them. I was lying on the bed naked and he had been licking my quim and I was ready to not be a virgin anymore but as he mounted me Mom asked him where the condoms were. When she found out he hadn’t brought them she slapped his naked ass so hard it sounded like a gunshot.
Needless to say, the mood was ruined and I found out what it felt like to start something in the world of sex and not finish. Mom went back to being subdued, but she made it crystal clear that he wasn’t going to fuck me bareback and chance a pregnancy, even this close to my period.
This did not make me happy, of course. There I was, all full of whatever it is that makes women stupid during sex, and ready to be bred like a prized mare. And the stallion wandered away.
My mother then shocked the shit out of me by going to her suitcase and pulling out this weird looking thing that looked a little bit like a ginseng root. She came over to me and displayed it.
“This is your rabbit, Bunny. I got this for you because there will be times you need it, like now. This will help you right now and make the jitters go away.”
Uncle Bob started laughing and neither of us women got it. Later he would laugh and say, “Where is the Bunny’s rabbit? She looks a little excited.”
Neither of us ever laughed, but I always called that thing Bunny’s rabbit from then on.
Anyway, she showed me the thing and pointed out that the long part went up inside me and the little limb that grew out of it at the bottom went against my clit. Then she touched a button I hadn’t seen and the thing came alive. The long part started going in big circles and the little limb started vibrating. She actually put the thing in me, but then I reached for it because I knew instantly that this was my new best friend. It was incredible. I’m quite sure that those women who hate men all have a Bunny’s rabbit, because I could see how you might not need a man in your life if you had one of these and a steady supply of batteries.
I was on the bed and, probably to make it less awkward, she took Uncle Bob’s hand and led him to the kitchen. I could still see them but they were far enough away that they didn’t seem to be “in the room” with me. As I learned how to use my rabbit, she sat him on a chair and then straddled him. She sat down, impaling herself, and again it was obvious there was no pain of any kind. Then they kissed, making out like teenagers, as she moved her ass back and forth on his thighs. I had two orgasms and then pulled my rabbit out of its den and turned it off. I heard Uncle Bob say, “Yeah, Baby, milk me,” and then they kissed a bunch more while she just sat still.
I would learn how to do that during those four days. I would learn how a woman can make a man cum even if he doesn’t want to, by using her core muscles to make it seem like her pussy is beating him off.
Mom got off of him and dripped while he stood up with his penis all milky and dripping again. I left the rabbit on the bed and we all went down to the beach, where we swam and talked and were just together. Uncle Bob and I tried to teach Mom how to surf but she could never stand up. She caught plenty of waves, but when she tried to stand up she always wiped out. She didn’t care, though. She said it was fun as she sat on the board while the ocean made her speed up like crazy. I sat with her while we watched Uncle Bob catch a few waves, and admired his naked form as he manipulated the waves.
“I love him so much,” my mother sighed.
“Me, too,” I said.
She looked at me.
“Bunny, my situation is very different than yours. If you let him, Bob will keep you around and try to keep you pregnant. It’s just ingrained in him. If he does that to me it’s fine. Your father will understand and the baby will be raised with two parents who love it. But Bob needs to find a wife and you can’t be that person. You have wings and you need to fly. Yes, I think it’s great that you’re experiencing sex the first time with a man who loves and respects you, but you need to take those lessons and find a man you love and then make him your slave.”
It was a pretty and sensible speech, but I told her how I felt.
“I can’t see that far in to the future,” I said. “I still don’t know what I want to major in. I might not even want to spend four years at some college, but I haven’t looked into what the vocational/technical school in town offers. I can’t even imagine having a real job. I love babysitting but I don’t think you can be a professional babysitter.”
“Actually, you could. All child care centers need good people on staff. The problem is the pay isn’t going to be enough to fully support you unless you live like a Spartan.”
“I still have some time to think about it before I have to make a decision, don’t I?”
“Yes. Your father and I will support you until you can get on your own feet. That is not to say you can keep living with us until you’re thirty.”
“I wouldn’t want to,” I said, artlessly.
“If you get pregnant too soon, though, then your options are limited.”
“I won’t get pregnant too soon,” I said. “I won’t go off the pill until I’m ready to actually have children.”
“Sweetheart, he didn’t forget those condoms. He left them home on purpose, and that’s assuming he actually bought any. He knows you’ll be fertile in roughly two more weeks and he can’t help himself. He’ll try to get me pregnant all week and if you decide to let him inside you, he’ll try to get you pregnant, too.”
“Why would he do that?” I asked. “I know he loves me. He even told me it’s too soon to have a baby. I don’t get it.”
“Your uncle is very well off,” said Mom. “If he got you pregnant, he would offer to let you live with him and he’d offer to help raise the baby. If I wasn’t married I’d probably be living with him, myself. To him, we are potential mates. His brain is stuck in twelve hundred B.C. and he sees himself as an alpha male who has gathered in two mates. He can’t help himself.”
“It wouldn’t be all that sad if you did live with him,” I said. “Not counting Daddy, of course. You guys love each other as if you were married.”
“Don’t imagine living with him would be fulfilling,” she said. “You’re young and your eyes are full of stars. But he’s old enough to be your father and he can’t marry you. If you lived with him you’d just be his live-in maid who sleeps with the boss.”
I didn’t tell her that kind of life didn’t sound so terrible. He already had a woman who came in twice a week to do the vacuuming and cleaning and laundry. She had been one of his pro bono defense cases a few years back when she was accused of killing her husband. He helped her prove that it was the woman her husband was cheating on her with who did the deed. She had two kids and had been basically homeless because while she was in jail her husband’s family claimed to own the house and everything in it. Her kids got put in foster care, too. He helped her resolve that situation so she had a place to live again. She didn’t have an income, though, so she couldn’t get her kids back. Uncle Bob helped her establish a cleaning service and found her enough customers so she could show the court she could take care of her kids. Her name was Wanda and she was nice. She was friendly to me even though I was a nobody, really, except she had a son who was a couple of years younger than me so maybe she saw me as a harbinger of what she’d face with him in a few years. She’s still the only black person I know.
My point is that, when trying to imagine what living with Uncle Bob might be like, I didn’t think he would fire her and have me take her place.
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