Uncle Bob Blues
Copyright© 2006 by Stormy Weather
Chapter 22
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22 - Maggie's in love with her Uncle Bob, who is two days older than her. And as things would have it, he doesn't have a clue... but neither does Maggie.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Humor Incest Uncle Niece First
When I came back from the bathroom, I still had a hard-on. I glanced at the clock, again.
It was just after four in the morning. Maggie was curled up with her back toward me. The sheet covered everything but her shoulder.
After a moment's hesitation, I pulled down the cover so that I could get a look at the back of her lovely birthday suit at all once. My cock appreciated the view of her smooth back and butt cheeks as much as my eyes, and grew in his excitement. My mouth wanted in on the party and before I gave any thought to the matter, I leaned down and kissed Maggie's shoulder. Of course, this wasn't enough, and this kiss was followed by another and another. Before long, I was feather kissing her entire back, working my way down to her gorgeous butt.
Hearing Maggie mumble my name and sigh, I went up her spine with my mouth and nibbled on the back of her neck.
"Am I awake?" she mumbled.
"Uh-huh." I nibbled on her shoulder. "So am I."
She giggled softly. "I noticed."
"Want me to stop?"
"If you do, I'll break your neck."
"Turn over so I can reach your back easier."
When she was on her stomach, I straddled her and went back to my kisses, adding a few nibbles here for variety. Her soft moans and purrs encouraged me. Every now and then, she would mumble my name in a tone that I recognized from the night before. She wanted me, and only me; and I trailed my lips up and down her long legs, prolonging my journey, basking in the moment of making love to her before dawn.
I reached the back of her left thigh; I was once again assaulted by her scent. Unable to resist any longer, I asked her get up on her knees. Pushing her cheeks apart, I slid my tongue along her treasures.
Her cry of pleasure was muffled by the pillow she was resting her head on.
My cock jumped in appreciation and I began to relentlessly lick her.
She was grinding herself against my face, which was coated in her juices, and screaming into the pillow, when her first climax hit. Not giving her spasms time to ease up, I pushed the head of my pounding rock inside her.
"Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob," she chanted. "Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob."
Her body was moving in rhythm with her voice and I followed as her as I began to thrust deeper into her honey pot of gold liquid.
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