Susan

My niece Susan is now 38-year 's old. I have watched her and her two sisters growing up from early childhood to womanhood. Although I was always somewhat of a moral degenerate I never tried anything with any of the three female child ; all of who were extremely pretty and big breasted.

Susan was the oldest. She also was both the tallest and the most slender. Until she married and had three kidskin of her own she actually was a weedy little girl. The only flesh on her were her breasts, which were replete. Over the age her body developed a little more meat but she was still barely past the skinny stage.

I used to sneak peeks at the youngster as they grew from their early, right through their teenaged years. Although I fantasized being able to do things with each one of them I always had enough common sense and willpower not to attempt it. Yet I secretly believed that Susan would suffer been the one that I probably could have molested, although I was never sure and would never have dared to try, for concern that I might be wrong.

All three of the girl loved me and smiled lovingly at me but I somehow felt that Susan 's grin and gaze at me was different than her sister 's. I always sensed that she herself was holding back inside urges, as I was. When our middle met I did not see that same childish laugh in her center that Betty and Ann had in theirs. Ever since she was very cute, Susan 's looks into my eyes were intense, almost deliberate. I sometimes thought that she was trying through ESP to pass a message to me ; that it would be all rightfield for me to touch on her.

Two years ago my wife and I had an in-the-ground swimming pool built on our place in the cover of our theatre and at least twice a month over the lowest two summers Susan and her husband brought their tyke over to swim. It was during this time that I saw my niece in a way that I never had before. Although she was probably considered too old to wear a bikini, the way that she filled one out was quite captivating.

Whenever she came over to our business firm to float I made it a distributor point to go outside, ostensibly to watch the kid, but in reality it was to look at my niece in her lean undimmed cerise charge card bikini.

It was almost as if Susan was trying to raise to herself that she was still immature. Some people might say that she should not wear such Bikini. After all, she was a 38-year-old woman with three children, Samantha, Elizabeth, and Fran. Hers certainly was not a bikini that should be worn by a female parent. Her tit overflowed the bra top, the keister social movement barely covered her puss, and the tail was so small and fuddled that the stuff rode right up into the tornado of her ass.

If no one was paying attention my heart devoured her. It was relatively well-heeled to slip peaks at her scrumptious scantily clad white meat, but much more difficult to be able to sneak a flavor at the nerve of her ass, because I would have to bend my point and my ogling would have been obvious. Harder still was being able to get a look at her crotch, which seemed to be just barely covering her cunt in that turnout. It covered so petty that I was sure that Susan 's pussy was shaved because if it was n't pilus would be visible.

Two workweek ago, on a Saturday, they came over to our house. After they were in the syndicate for about a half-hour I went outside to drop some fourth dimension with them. I was sitting at the top step of the pool and Susan 's married man and kids were in the water playing. She had gone into the house for a minute and then returned. As she slowly approached the steps where I was sitting she was talking to the nipper in the pool.

Unable to control myself I allowed my eyes to go directly to my niece 's crotch. This area seemed to be holding a tremendous attraction for me as she walked toward me. Because her thighs had very little meat to them her legs seemed to be spaced apart at the crotch.

I glanced up at her face and immediately moved my eyes back to her genital organ. It was a chemical reaction. It was only after my eyes were burning into her kitty-cat that I realized that she had been watching me. Now, as she stood only about three feet away, I realized that my niece was eyeing me curiously, even now as I stared between her ramification. Still, I could n't lend myself to count away. Fortunately for me I was facing away from the pond. Otherwise, Susan 's married man would have realized what I was doing and I do not think that his reaction would have been too pleasant.

My niece finally said something directly to me, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked up at her and saw her eye and face. I can not key how she looked other than to say that she had an excitedly uneasy look about her. Our optic then met and held and I sensed a awe in her, not of me but of our post. I responded to her interrogative sentence and then made a hasty retreat back into the house.

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When Susan and her folk came over to our theatre it was always on a weekend when my wife was dwelling house. Other than that the merely times that they came over were after my married woman was menage from body of work, usually before I came home.

In mid-August I took a calendar week 's vacation. I was going to spend the week alone as my wife could not get the week off. On Tuesday, about 10 a.m., I received a call from my niece.

'' I did n't know if you 'd be up. I just figured that I 'd call and give it a try. Aunt Jen told me that you were on vacation. The kids were asking if they could go swimming. Do you think it 'll be all right if we come over ? ``

Without even thinking I told her, `` No trouble, hon, total on over. ``

I had not really given it too very much intellection. I should have expected it but I was surprised when Susan arrived at my door with only her Thomas Kyd and not her husband Tom, who I immediately realized was working. As usual they arrived in their regular clothes and then changed into their bathing case in the toilet and the 'extra room'.

I also donned my bole and was out at the pond before all of them. I purposely had rushed there, eager hoping for my niece to reenact that tiresome walking toward the pool in her hot bikini. For the past times two calendar week I had been having trouble shaking the memory of that aspect from my mind.

The small fry came out of the back door of the menage foremost and ran excitedly to the side of the pond. I watched as each of them dove into the water supply from the side.

Once More I was on the top step and Susan approached in her hot cherry Bikini. From the moment that she came out through the door my eyes immediately sought her crotch. She was about 35 infantry away and walking slowly once more. I allowed my eyes to run up her body, over her beautiful breasts, momentarily looking in her eyes and then moving them back down over her consistency to her genitalia, hungrily eager to start all over again. There was no mistaking that my niece knew where I was looking as she continued her overture. One of her kids called out something to her mother and Susan answered and kept coming. My eyes now stayed on her crotch. Her footprint slowed as she neared but did not quit. With my aspect turned to her approach Susan 's body kept nearing toward me, until finally her wonderful crotch was lupus erythematosus than 12 inches from my face.

My prick hardened and my chest started pounding. I never ever did anything to even sacrifice a speck to my niece of my perverted mind but I swear that if her kids were not there that I would bear grabbed Susan decent then and there. Finally she pulled back one gradation and I looked up her consistency at her grimace. Once again I saw that strange look that I could only describe as excite fear. But now I swear that I could sense a distinguishable nimbus of lecherousness mixed in. Her breathing almost appeared labored.

Our oculus locked. I saw immense trepidation. I thought that she too was probably having a tremendous national fight, the same as I was. She snapped her eyes away and then she moved and hurriedly jumped into the pool with her kids.

For the quietus of the forenoon Susan avoided my ogling and by noon they left.



The pursual day I received another call from my niece. This time there was a surprise. The nipper had gone over to a protagonist 's pool. Would it be all right if she came over to swim ? My mind raced. As awful as it may look I was hoping and was pretty surely that Susan had fought herself and either had made up her mind or was now about to make a final examination decision.

'' I 'll be out at the pond. Just let yourself in, '' I told her.

'' I 'll be over in about 10 hour, okay ? '' she said.

For the third base time in the past two weeks I was sitting at the top step of the pool. I had determined that if it was not only my imagination then Susan would go through the Same routine and if that happened, then I would be convinced that she wanted what I did.

Once again she came into view from the distance and she approached agonizingly slow, dressed in her hot looking bikini. If anything she seemed to be walking even dim than before, and much more tentatively. My eyes moved over her long slender leg to her crotch, up her trunk and over her full breasts, lingering momentarily before continuing to her face. Our oculus met. Again I could see the awe and apprehensiveness as she walked. I moved my middle back to her genitalia and she continued walking forward toward me. She had to know where this would direct if she continued forward.

My pharynx was dry and my centre was pounding in my dresser. My tabernacle were throbbing and my cock became fully enlarged as I watched my niece approach, nigh and closer. At first she reached about a fundament away from me and stood while my eyes stayed glued at her bikini undersurface. I wanted desperately to bury my face there.

Susan then finally made the last move as she took a final footmark. Her genitalia was now only inches away from my nerve. Almost as if I could not waitress any longer my hands moved swiftly, with intent, reaching up and each grasping her hip joint. I waited to see if she would pull away. Instead Susan moved her torso into my nerve as I drew her genitals desperately into my typeface. We both groaned.

No longer able to control myself I heard an unvoluntary groan escape from within me as I pushed my nose and mouth up hard, within her privates. I felt her bridge player clutch around my head word and get out me into her. I smelled into her bikini panties, wanting to get the smell of her pussy into my nostrils. I was only able-bodied to get a faint womanly odor but that was enough to further inflame me. I rubbed my face back and Forth River on her and she held me tightly into her. I could feel her legs trembling. Not even thinking of where we were I moved my fingers up to the top of her two-piece bottom of the inning and began to pull down. As they slid down to the freighter of her articulatio coxae Susan suddenly released my head and her hands quickly enslaved mine, stopping me from ripping her clothes from her body.

'' No ! '' she shouted. `` Uncle Ken, do n't, not ... not out here. ``

Strangely she never uttered another Word of God until it was all over.

I was too far-gone to rationalize with. Even under her grip I managed to force the can downward as I continued pushing my nerve into my niece 's hot box. Susan slowly loosened her grip as sexual maven began to pass her also. Then she released my hands completely, allowing me to push the material down her legs. I pulled my face away from her cunt momentarily as I guided the two-piece bottoms off of her ankles and animal foot. My oculus fastened on her snatch. Just as I imagined, she was pink. garden pink and beautiful. I hungrily pushed my brass back into her. This time a substantial odor of sex talcum pee metal permeated throughout my impassioned nostrils.

There we were in the middle of the day, outside, in the back of the star sign, and my boldness was buried in my niece 's covered slit. Again her hands moved around my question and pulled me into her. I began kissing and licking at her labia. Susan was silently `` mmmm'ing. '' My hands had moved around her body and were massaging and clutching the cheeks of her ass, holding and guiding her as her rosehip rotated from beneath my mouth.

I do n't know when she did it but when I pulled away from her to say something, I gasped. Susan had her bikini top off also and those beautiful breast that I had only imagined all of these old age were now a reality. full phase of the moon and luscious looking. I moved off the step and onto my knees, kneeling before her. I began kissing and licking her lower stomach, up her belly, around her exciting belly button, and finally up to her magnificent breasts.

'' Lay down, hon, '' I urgently whispered and suddenly my niece eagerly lowered her body down to the ground.

With my steering she slowly lay on her back before me. Her wooden leg were spread and my optic were treated to her unfold pussy. Then I moved between them. Still kneeling I allowed my eyes to fully appreciate the fair sex. Her eye were concupiscent. She was giving herself to me after all of these days, willfully having an incestuous relationship and at the same time betraying her married man. Yet I could see that to her, like me, nothing else mattered but having sex with her uncle.

I pushed my cock into her waiting pussy and I moved my hired hand over her fleshy mammilla. Susan spread her legs wider as I entered her and a grunt escaped her mouth. She wrapped her stage around me and I was soon buried inside of her hot second joint. Her branch went around my rachis and dug in as she pushed her eager consistence up to have me rich inside of her. sudor was pouring off of both of our physical structure as we began grinding against each other.

Susan moaned as I began fucking her in earnest. I looked down at her face and saw her sass widely open from the sexual excitement that had captured her creative thinker. She was a rightful picture of wanton lust. I plunged my mouth down on hers and her hands moved up and grabbed me behind the head. Beneath me her body was fucking me expertly.

Then suddenly she began bucking frantically and moaning wildly. She was holding me tighter and her animal excitation was causing the final insistence to ramp up within my balls. We were fucking passionately as the final spasms overtook Susan and the final examination orgasm began in me. I was erupting deep into the depths of my niece 's bitch and it seemed as if this was all she had been living for.

'' NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG ! ! ! ! ! '' An animalistic speech sound emanated from deep within the wildly thrashing little girl beneath me. I pounded and we clutched as the final juices flowed.

When our body were finally totally satisfied I lay on top of her and she whispered, `` I 'm happy that I was the low. ``

At first what she said did not register. Then, as Susan and I put our bathing things back on I realized what she had said.

'' What 'd you imply before, '' I asked. `` When you said that you were gladiola that you were the first gear. ``

My niece grinned, shyly. `` cipher. ``

'' seminal fluid on, '' I coaxed playfully. `` What 'd you think ? ``

'' hope you wo n't tell anyone I told you ? ``

'' hope. ``

'' Well, it 's just ... well we used to kid about it when we were nipper. You used to look up all of our skirts ... '' she began.

I interrupted, `` I did not ! '' I insisted indignantly.

'' You did so, Uncle Ken. I do n't even think you realized it. As a matter of fact you still do it with my child, '' she accused without seeming to be angry.

'' No ! cop ... ! I do n't ... How can you even say that ? '' I was insulted.

'' It 's okay, Uncle Ken. I do n't signify it 's okay that you look at Sam, Liz or Franny ... I just mean, I know that you do n't even make out you 're doing it. Just like when we were nestling. We used to talk about it and we wondered if you 'd ever try anything. After we started to talk about it I think ... No, I know ... We all were kind of hoping that you 'd do more that just face. You were ... you still are ... so effective looking and there was something about your optic penetrating up our dresses that used to get every one of us hot. ``

I was in shock. I still did not conceive it. I had loved them too much as kids to attend up their annulus. `` C'mon Sue. You do n't really believe that, do you ? That I 'd front at you guys ? '' I protested.

'' Uncle Ken, I 'm dismal, but it 's true. And I really believe that you did n't really know you were ogling us ... and, I can now recite you, turning us on with your hot looking at. ``

'' I ... You guys had to be misreading. I would have never looked at you kids. ``

'' You 're still doing it ... Really ! Not to us, but to our kids. I 've seen you looking at their ramification. Just endure week as a matter of fact. ``

As her words sunk in I thought back. Soon, without any further urging, I began to bring in that she was decent. I did look up the bird of the young lady friend in my family.

'' We knew that your looking at us was harmless. And after a while all of us secretly hoped that it was n't, '' she confessed about her and her sisters.

Susan seemed to be truly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. I wanted to use up the disport look from her face. `` You mean just my looking up your sister 's and your skirt turned you guys on ? '' I asked.

Susan giggled. `` Yeah. You did n't know it at the time but all you had to do after looking up any one of our wench would throw been to ask us for sex and we would have probably said yes. I know that I would take. Your looking used to just get all of us worked up.

'' And you say I now look up your daughter 's bird ? '' I asked with a smirk upon my face.

Susan stiffened. Her eyes searched mine. I tried not to let her read anything in them. At commencement I thought that I detected fear in my niece 's eyes but as I watched her typeface I could swear that I saw some kind of an evil transformation, as her creative thinker began to reminisce of her own childhood.

THIS COULD BE THE END BUT THEN AGAIN SUSAN HAS TWO SISTERS THAT APPARENTLY ALWAYS WANTED THEIR UNCLE TO TAKE THE NEXT pace. AND WHAT ABOUT SUSAN 'S DAUGHTERS ?