Forbidden Weekend Whispers With My Uncle, Mark

When I was 24, my uncle Mark came to stay with my parents for the weekend. He was a tall, handsome man in his late forties, with a charming smile and a confident air about him. I had always looked up to him, and I was excited to spend some quality time with him.

On Friday night, after my parents had gone to bed, I heard a soft knock on my door. It was Uncle Mark. He looked a little nervous, but his eyes were full of desire.

“Hey, I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Do you mind if I join you for a bit?”

I nodded, and he slipped into my room, closing the door behind him. We sat on my bed, making small talk, but I could feel the tension building between us. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I was excited and scared at the same time.

Uncle Mark reached out and touched my face, his fingers gently tracing my jawline. I looked into his eyes, and I could see the hunger in them. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. I kissed him back, my heart racing with excitement.

He pulled me close, his arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his hard dick pressing against my thigh. I reached down and rubbed it through his pants, feeling it grow even harder. He groaned with pleasure, his hand sliding up my shirt, cupping my breast.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, as his hand slipped inside my panties. I gasped as he began to finger me, his fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure, my hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled off my shirt, his mouth finding my nipples, sucking and biting them gently. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He continued to finger me, his other hand fondling my breasts.

I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, my breathing becoming ragged. He sensed it too, and he quickened his pace, his fingers sliding in and out of me faster and harder. I cried out as I came, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of me, and he started to undress. I watched him, my eyes wide with desire, as he took off his pants and boxers, revealing his hard dick. It was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.

He climbed on top of me, his dick pressing against my wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He slid inside me, filling me up completely. I moaned with pleasure, my hips meeting his thrusts.

He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass. I could feel another orgasm building up inside me, and I knew it was going to be a big one. I cried out as I came again, my pussy clenching around his dick.

He kept fucking me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he got closer to his own orgasm. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me, and I knew he was about to cum. He groaned as he came, filling me up with his hot cum.

He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy. We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I knew I wanted more.

And so, every night that weekend, Uncle Mark snuck into my room, and we fucked like animals. It was a wild and passionate weekend, one that I will never forget. And when he left on Monday, I knew that I would never look at him the same way again. He had shown me a side of myself that I never knew existed, and I was grateful for it.

But at the same time, I knew that it could never happen again. It was a fleeting moment of passion, one that we both needed to move on from. And so, we did. We went back to our normal lives, pretending that nothing had ever happened.

But every time I saw him, I would remember that weekend, and I would feel a stirring in my loins. And I knew that I would always want more.