UNCLE TED PART 4
The days that followed were filled with mixed emotions for Jan. At first, of course, they were on a sexual high and fucked each other silly for three consecutive nights as they relived and retold each other the events of Ted's birthday. She told him that Ted was surprisingly very adept at using his tongue, and that he probably could last a lot longer before coming under normal circumstances. He told her that it had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced in his life. By the fourth day they were both sore and sated, and then nagging regrets began to creep into Jan's thoughts. She had fucked her uncle. Her uncle had fucked her. She had behaved like a slut with her Step Dad's brother, right in front of her husband. She couldn't even blame the drink. Something inside had...... how could she face him? She would have to go and see him soon. How would he be? Would he try to force himself upon her, thinking she was easy now? Finally, she plucked up courage to pick up the phone and called him...and was surprised at the normal, everyday conversation they had, as if nothing had ever happened. She arranged to call to see him the next Saturday.
Sitting primly, drinking tea with someone who had seen you naked and willing and had fucked you the last time you met felt slightly uncomfortable and bizarre to Jan, but Ted had been the perfect gent since the moment she had walked in. It was almost as if nothing had occurred between them. Yet something was different, He was more relaxed, not the shifty, slightly pervy Uncle Ted she used to encounter, looking at her breasts and making ambiguous remarks. Once she'd relaxed, they spent a pleasant hour together, talking about the old days. Eventually, she said she had to go, and he walked to the front door with her. There was an awkward pause, then she leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I'll pop in next weekend, Uncle Ted. “ she said.
“Jan,” he said hesitatingly, “Erm, my birthday.....thank you for making it so very, very special.”
She felt herself flushing. “Oh, God!”.......she thought. “Uncle Ted, I …..I don't know what to say....I had too much to drink and......we'd had this idea, see, to make it really special for your .... it was only supposed to be a sexy show for you, for a laugh......I....”
He interrupted her confusion “ I just wanted to ask if I could have....er...a couple of the photos that Mike took...it would be a lovely reminder...I'd keep them hidden very safe...it was a very special day for me.” He was once again the obsequious and grateful old man that she had seen last week when she first took off her bra for him....and it had the same effect on her as it had then, it empowered her.
“Oh, Uncle Ted!” she said “Why do you want photos?” She stared at him until he looked up and into her eyes. She raised an eyebrow. “To masturbate to? It is, isn't it?”
He looked crestfallen. Well,I guess that's all very natural and I suppose flattering, but I am here in the flesh!” That old carnal devil was taking over her again.....”Have you? Have you masturbated thinking about me?
He didn't reply, couldn't look at her. “You have, haven't you?” he nodded. “How many times?” she demanded. “A few.” he admitted. “And when was the last time?” her tone becoming more demanding, commanding. “Last night.” was the meek reply. “Last night. You're telling me that last night you wanked off thinking about me?” Again he nodded. “Where?” she probed. “Er, in the shower.” he replied.
His meekness and subservience was having a strange effect on her, was beginning to excite her. “Ugh!” she snorted, “Standing in the shower with a hard on, masturbating, thinking about me! I'm your niece, for God's sake! But you haven't changed, have you?You're still the dirty old perv!”
There was a pause. She realised that she was breathing hard. “Show me!” Her words shocked her, and shocked Ted even more. He looked at her incredulously. “Come on, masturbate! Do it! Let me see how you do it!” He hesitated. The whole situation was just too overwhelming for him.
The she devil in her was in full control now. She put her face close to his. “Uncle Ted, I want to see what you do with your cock when you think of me!” She emphasised every word, spitting the word “cock” out as if it was something vile. “Come on, get those trousers down!” He nervously obeyed, and she saw that he was only partially erect. “Well! It looks like you need a little help to get you going!”
She stepped back, and squeezed her breasts through her blouse. “You like these, don't you?” she teased. “Of course, you've seen them before, haven't you? You liked them, didn't you? Well, come on, do as you're told, and you might get to see them again!”. She began toying with the buttons as he took hold of his cock and began. “Just think, in a couple of minutes, you might have these in your hand.....or even in your mouth!” She whispered, now in a seductive tone, as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her plump cleavage in a white semi transparent bra. She looked down. His cock was now fully hard and he was pumping it in and out. She stepped further back, to take in the scene. “That's right, Uncle Ted, you enjoy your wank, and I'll slowly get rid of this bra! she said, removing her blouse. She was toying with him. She watched him, his breathing coming in small gasps, his hand moving ever faster as he wanked.
“So.” she mocked “This what you do when you think about me, is it?” She realised that her
“You're a dirty old man, aren't you?” she taunted, enjoying the situation and the spectacle.
“Aren't you?” she demanded. He nodded and gave a nervous smile. “You really are a dirty, pervy old man, aren't you?”
His face was flushing as he excited himself.
“Aren't you?” she demanded, realising that she was in full control of him now.
“Say it then. Go on, say it!”
“I'm a dirty old man!” he blurted out, wanking faster. He nodded. “A dirty, dirty old man!””
“That's right, you are. A dirty, dirty old man. You always have been, haven't you Uncle Ted? Always undressing me with your eyes, ever since I was a girl!”
She reached behind to unclasp her bra. “But do you know what's different now? Now you're MY dirty old man! AREN'T YOU?” she hissed close to his ear.. “And you're going to do whatever I want you to do, whenever I want you to. Otherwise....” she paused and pulled her bra away, but held it in front, concealing her breasts...
She looked at his face. He was hers and she knew it.....”otherwise you'll never get to see these again! So tell me, whose dirty old man are you?” She could sense that he was close to coming.
“Yours!” he whispered. “ Louder!” she demanded. “Yours, Jan, yours!”
“Good!” she spat out, and then took her bra away, her breasts swinging free, her nipples fully erect. “Now here's your reward. Give my nipples a nice suck!” He bent his head and sucked and licked at her nipples tenderly. “Harder!” she demanded. “Use your teeth!” He bit softly but firmly on her nipple. She pushed him away suddenly, and knelt down before him. He looked confused.
“Come all over my tits! Come on, spatter my tits with your spunk!” Literally seconds later, Ted groaned and cried out, then spurted his warm come onto her breasts. When the last drop had landed, she said.”Mmm...well done! Did you enjoy that?” “Oh, yes!” he replied. “Good, now, go and fetch me some tissues”The sight of him waddling away, his trousers halfway down, brought a wry smile to her face.
They cleaned up and dressed, and she started to open the door, then said. “Now then, Uncle Ted, not a word of this to anyone. If I want Mike to know, I'll tell him. Right? RIGHT?”
“Of course!” he agreed. “Good! You just be a good dirty old man for me.....you know what I mean..... and I'll see you next weekend. And she gave him a little peck on the cheek, and left.
On the drive home, Jan resolved not to tell Mike about what had happened. She hated to deceive him, but realised that there was something about what had happened that she wanted to keep just for herself. She knew, somehow, that it just wouldn't be the same if Mike was involved. Anyway, the whole thing had been started by Mike, she reasoned, and he'd certainly enjoyed it. She tried to absolve herself of what had happened last week, by reasoning that it was Mike's encouraging looks that had spurred her on. But she knew that wasn't entirely true. However, today wouldn't have happened without last week's events, and she wanted this all to herself. It excited and frightened her at the same time. The way she had suddenly became almost another person back there. Being thrilled by the situation, seeing the obsequious look on his face had turned her on. Making him masturbate. Taking control A ...what's the word? A dominatrix! That's it! She laughed out loud. She looked in the rear mirror and snarled “Uncle Ted, you 're a dirty, dirty old man!” and laughed again. “Me? A dominatrix? Who'd have believed it! Quiet, mousey little Jan! She knew that it stemmed from wanting to pay him back for all those years of leering, touching and innuendos that she had endured from him, but she also knew there was something else.....how wet she had got, watching him wank, the teasing him with her tits, the taunting....she had been incredibly randy at that point!
When Mike asked how it had gone, she didn't exactly lie, she told him that Ted had been the perfect gent, that they'd had a nice chat about the family for an hour or so, and it was only when she went to leave that last week was mentioned. She said that he'd asked for some photographs, and that she had flatly refused, and left. That was it. She said he wouldn't ask again, as he wouldn't want to risk upsetting her. Mike said “You know why he wanted photos, don't you? So he could wank while looking at them!” Jan just smiled and said “ Yes, you're probably right....that's what dirty old men do, isn't it?”
Sitting primly, drinking tea with someone who had seen you naked and willing and had fucked you the last time you met felt slightly uncomfortable and bizarre to Jan, but Ted had been the perfect gent since the moment she had walked in. It was almost as if nothing had occurred between them. Yet something was different, He was more relaxed, not the shifty, slightly pervy Uncle Ted she used to encounter, looking at her breasts and making ambiguous remarks. Once she'd relaxed, they spent a pleasant hour together, talking about the old days. Eventually, she said she had to go, and he walked to the front door with her. There was an awkward pause, then she leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I'll pop in next weekend, Uncle Ted. “ she said.
“Jan,” he said hesitatingly, “Erm, my birthday.....thank you for making it so very, very special.”
She felt herself flushing. “Oh, God!”.......she thought. “Uncle Ted, I …..I don't know what to say....I had too much to drink and......we'd had this idea, see, to make it really special for your .... it was only supposed to be a sexy show for you, for a laugh......I....”
He interrupted her confusion “ I just wanted to ask if I could have....er...a couple of the photos that Mike took...it would be a lovely reminder...I'd keep them hidden very safe...it was a very special day for me.” He was once again the obsequious and grateful old man that she had seen last week when she first took off her bra for him....and it had the same effect on her as it had then, it empowered her.
“Oh, Uncle Ted!” she said “Why do you want photos?” She stared at him until he looked up and into her eyes. She raised an eyebrow. “To masturbate to? It is, isn't it?”
He looked crestfallen. Well,I guess that's all very natural and I suppose flattering, but I am here in the flesh!” That old carnal devil was taking over her again.....”Have you? Have you masturbated thinking about me?
He didn't reply, couldn't look at her. “You have, haven't you?” he nodded. “How many times?” she demanded. “A few.” he admitted. “And when was the last time?” her tone becoming more demanding, commanding. “Last night.” was the meek reply. “Last night. You're telling me that last night you wanked off thinking about me?” Again he nodded. “Where?” she probed. “Er, in the shower.” he replied.
His meekness and subservience was having a strange effect on her, was beginning to excite her. “Ugh!” she snorted, “Standing in the shower with a hard on, masturbating, thinking about me! I'm your niece, for God's sake! But you haven't changed, have you?You're still the dirty old perv!”
There was a pause. She realised that she was breathing hard. “Show me!” Her words shocked her, and shocked Ted even more. He looked at her incredulously. “Come on, masturbate! Do it! Let me see how you do it!” He hesitated. The whole situation was just too overwhelming for him.
The she devil in her was in full control now. She put her face close to his. “Uncle Ted, I want to see what you do with your cock when you think of me!” She emphasised every word, spitting the word “cock” out as if it was something vile. “Come on, get those trousers down!” He nervously obeyed, and she saw that he was only partially erect. “Well! It looks like you need a little help to get you going!”
She stepped back, and squeezed her breasts through her blouse. “You like these, don't you?” she teased. “Of course, you've seen them before, haven't you? You liked them, didn't you? Well, come on, do as you're told, and you might get to see them again!”. She began toying with the buttons as he took hold of his cock and began. “Just think, in a couple of minutes, you might have these in your hand.....or even in your mouth!” She whispered, now in a seductive tone, as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her plump cleavage in a white semi transparent bra. She looked down. His cock was now fully hard and he was pumping it in and out. She stepped further back, to take in the scene. “That's right, Uncle Ted, you enjoy your wank, and I'll slowly get rid of this bra! she said, removing her blouse. She was toying with him. She watched him, his breathing coming in small gasps, his hand moving ever faster as he wanked.
“So.” she mocked “This what you do when you think about me, is it?” She realised that her
“You're a dirty old man, aren't you?” she taunted, enjoying the situation and the spectacle.
“Aren't you?” she demanded. He nodded and gave a nervous smile. “You really are a dirty, pervy old man, aren't you?”
His face was flushing as he excited himself.
“Aren't you?” she demanded, realising that she was in full control of him now.
“Say it then. Go on, say it!”
“I'm a dirty old man!” he blurted out, wanking faster. He nodded. “A dirty, dirty old man!””
“That's right, you are. A dirty, dirty old man. You always have been, haven't you Uncle Ted? Always undressing me with your eyes, ever since I was a girl!”
She reached behind to unclasp her bra. “But do you know what's different now? Now you're MY dirty old man! AREN'T YOU?” she hissed close to his ear.. “And you're going to do whatever I want you to do, whenever I want you to. Otherwise....” she paused and pulled her bra away, but held it in front, concealing her breasts...
She looked at his face. He was hers and she knew it.....”otherwise you'll never get to see these again! So tell me, whose dirty old man are you?” She could sense that he was close to coming.
“Yours!” he whispered. “ Louder!” she demanded. “Yours, Jan, yours!”
“Good!” she spat out, and then took her bra away, her breasts swinging free, her nipples fully erect. “Now here's your reward. Give my nipples a nice suck!” He bent his head and sucked and licked at her nipples tenderly. “Harder!” she demanded. “Use your teeth!” He bit softly but firmly on her nipple. She pushed him away suddenly, and knelt down before him. He looked confused.
“Come all over my tits! Come on, spatter my tits with your spunk!” Literally seconds later, Ted groaned and cried out, then spurted his warm come onto her breasts. When the last drop had landed, she said.”Mmm...well done! Did you enjoy that?” “Oh, yes!” he replied. “Good, now, go and fetch me some tissues”The sight of him waddling away, his trousers halfway down, brought a wry smile to her face.
They cleaned up and dressed, and she started to open the door, then said. “Now then, Uncle Ted, not a word of this to anyone. If I want Mike to know, I'll tell him. Right? RIGHT?”
“Of course!” he agreed. “Good! You just be a good dirty old man for me.....you know what I mean..... and I'll see you next weekend. And she gave him a little peck on the cheek, and left.
On the drive home, Jan resolved not to tell Mike about what had happened. She hated to deceive him, but realised that there was something about what had happened that she wanted to keep just for herself. She knew, somehow, that it just wouldn't be the same if Mike was involved. Anyway, the whole thing had been started by Mike, she reasoned, and he'd certainly enjoyed it. She tried to absolve herself of what had happened last week, by reasoning that it was Mike's encouraging looks that had spurred her on. But she knew that wasn't entirely true. However, today wouldn't have happened without last week's events, and she wanted this all to herself. It excited and frightened her at the same time. The way she had suddenly became almost another person back there. Being thrilled by the situation, seeing the obsequious look on his face had turned her on. Making him masturbate. Taking control A ...what's the word? A dominatrix! That's it! She laughed out loud. She looked in the rear mirror and snarled “Uncle Ted, you 're a dirty, dirty old man!” and laughed again. “Me? A dominatrix? Who'd have believed it! Quiet, mousey little Jan! She knew that it stemmed from wanting to pay him back for all those years of leering, touching and innuendos that she had endured from him, but she also knew there was something else.....how wet she had got, watching him wank, the teasing him with her tits, the taunting....she had been incredibly randy at that point!
When Mike asked how it had gone, she didn't exactly lie, she told him that Ted had been the perfect gent, that they'd had a nice chat about the family for an hour or so, and it was only when she went to leave that last week was mentioned. She said that he'd asked for some photographs, and that she had flatly refused, and left. That was it. She said he wouldn't ask again, as he wouldn't want to risk upsetting her. Mike said “You know why he wanted photos, don't you? So he could wank while looking at them!” Jan just smiled and said “ Yes, you're probably right....that's what dirty old men do, isn't it?”
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