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Being Nice To Uncle
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Chrissy has a plan to get her widowed mother laid. Her 
favorite man is her Uncle Bob, and who better than him 
to cure her mother's loneliness. But when she solicits 
his cock for her mother, she just has to try it out 
herself first. (Mf, ped, inc, reluc, rom, preg)

***

Chrissy shouted to her mother, "I'm going over to see 
Uncle Bob!" as she went out the back door.

She heard her mother yell back, "Be nice to him."

Chrissy sighed. What her mother really meant was "Don't 
tease your Uncle". Her mother didn't understand! She 
didn't tease Uncle Bob to be mean. It was just how they 
treated each other. Ever since she'd been a little girl 
she'd teased him about his receding hairline, or how 
his shirt and pants didn't match, or how slow he was 
when they walked. 

It didn't matter what it was, she just stood there with 
her hands on her hips and frowned, saying something 
critical about him. Then he'd get this special helpless 
look on his face, and then he would look like he was 
going to cry. If anyone else saw him, it might look 
like she had said something that had just CRUSHED him, 
breaking his spirit FOREVER!

But Chrissy knew what came next. First he growled, soft 
and low in his throat. That growl got louder and louder 
as she pretended fright. Then he'd jump at her, catch 
her, and tickle her, all the time growling about how he 
was tired of her being mean to him and that he was 
going to punish her severely. All the time she was 
shrieking with laughter.

The alternative was that each time she said something 
he'd look hurt and say, "That's one... you'll pay." If 
he ever got to three or four, he'd jump up, grab her 
and the rest was the same.

But if there were other people around, Uncle Bob didn't 
do any of those things. He just mouthed "That's one" to 
her. She knew then that, as soon as they were alone, 
he'd grab her and exact his revenge.

Chrissy grew older, but that didn't affect their game. 
One day, when she was fourteen, she'd left her bra off 
because it was too small and hurt. Uncle Bob had 
noticed and, when he grabbed her and tickled her, he 
dug his fingers into her breast flesh, poking and 
squeezing.

Chrissy squealed and slapped his hands, yelling "UNCLE 
BOB!! Those are my BOOBS! You can't touch my boobs!"

He had frozen, then, holding her shoulders, had pushed 
her away from him at arms length. He looked her up and 
down and said "By golly you HAVE grown boobs!" He took 
one finger and poked her right breast, right about 
where the nipple was. "And pretty nice boobs at that!"

Chrissy slapped his hand away again. "Don't touch 
them... you CAN'T touch them," she said firmly.

He held up both of his hands, his fingers dished, as if 
to cover both breasts. "What do you mean? I DID touch 
them. I ALREADY touched them. Maybe you'll give your 
elders some RESPECT now that you have... BOOBS!" When 
he said the word 'boobs' he reached out and cupped, 
then squeezed both her tender young breasts. Then he 
was tickling her again and she was squirming and 
shrieking like she always had.

Ever since then, whenever he tickled her, he fondled 
her breasts. She didn't mind, really. He never did 
anything else and he never overdid it. In fact, after a 
while she got to crave the feel of his big man hands on 
her sensitive breasts. She stopped wearing bras 
altogether whenever she was around him. She knew he 
could tell, and that it encouraged him to play with 
them a little. Lately he'd taken to squeezing her 
nipples in quick little nips that sent chills through 
her and made her wish he'd squeeze them harder, or 
longer or something.

All in all, it had felt nice. Really nice. In fact, 
that's what had caused her to think of her mother. 
Chrissy's father had died years ago, and her mother had 
never remarried. She was pretty and smart and guys 
should have been beating down her door, but she never 
dated. Chrissy was sure she was lonely and unhappy, but 
she hadn't been able to figure out how to convince her 
mother to begin seeing men again. So, Chrissy had 
decided to involve Uncle Bob. He was her mother's 
brother, after all, and should know enough about his 
sister to be able to give Chrissy some advice.

So, when she got to his house that day, she passed up 
the chance to be rude and get tickled. She had more 
important things to do.

"Uncle Bob?" she yelled as she went in through the back 
door.

"In the bathroom," he yelled back.

Chrissy went to the door, which was only half closed. 
She stood where she couldn't see him, of course. "Uncle 
Bob? I need to talk to you."

"What's up?" came his deep voice from the bathroom. She 
heard the splash of water in the bowl and realized he 
was peeing. "Did some pimple faced boy knock you up or 
something?" he called out.

Chrissy almost didn't understand what he'd said. This 
was because she'd decided to peek and had edged one eye 
around the open door until she could see what was going 
on. She wasn't prepared for what she saw. Uncle Bob's 
penis was about seven or eight inches long, long enough 
that he had his whole hand around it, holding it while 
he pissed in the bowl.

If you'd have asked her, Chrissy would have said she 
knew about erections and all that stuff.

But Uncle Bob's penis WASN'T erect! In other words, 
when it DID get stiff, it would be a MONSTER, pure and 
simple.

Then the content of what he'd said hit her. "UNCLE 
BOB!!!" she screeched. "I can't believe you said that," 
she said as she backed up. He had started putting his 
big cock away in his pants and she didn't want to get 
caught peeking. Just as she got to safety the door 
opened and there was her Uncle.

"Why can't you believe I said that?" he smiled. "I 
figure all the boys at school are dreaming about 
knocking you up." He said it so matter-of-factly that 
it gave her pause.

"No they aren't" she said, as if she had just gotten 
the joke. But her Uncle didn't look like it had been a 
joke. "Are they?" she finished weakly.

"Of course they are" said her Uncle. "They're boys and 
you're gorgeous. That's what boys think about when they 
see a good looking woman." He said that in an awfully 
serious vein too. Chrissy felt her neck begin to flush. 
Her handsome Uncle had just called her gorgeous and 
good looking! "Now, what's the big emergency?" he said 
as he herded her toward the living room.

So Chrissy sat down next to him on the couch and told 
him all about how her mother was lonely, and young and 
pretty and that she needed a man, and how she thought 
he could help. When she finished he sat there quiet for 
a minute.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to help you get 
your mother laid," he said.

Chrissy blushed beet red. "NO! I mean no, well not 
exactly. I mean that's not what I meant. Or at least 
that's not what I was thinking. Couldn't she just go on 
dates or something? Get to know some guys? Stuff like 
that? I mean you and I have LOTS of fun, and I want her 
to have some fun too."

Her Uncle looked straight at her. "Sweetie," he said. 
"Adult relationships aren't quite the same as what you 
and I do." As he said this he very deliberately reached 
out to the where her left nipple was poking out through 
her T shirt and squeezed it gently. It was different 
than when he did it tickling her. She felt a flash of 
pain/pleasure shoot from that nipple to her belly.

She slapped at his hand. "Stop that. Behave yourself!" 
she scolded. "That's different," she went on. "We're 
just playing."

His hand came up and slid down her hair on the side of 
her face. "That's what I mean, pumpkin," he said. "We 
just play, but when adults get together, they don't 
want to play, they want to have real love... to make 
love. At least they do eventually. And if both of them 
don't get to that place in the relationship at the same 
time, well... it gets difficult to continue the 
relationship. And the problem is that guys get there 
pretty quick. Probably quicker than your mother would. 
She's been out of the game for a long time Chrissy."

"But, I don't understand" moaned Chrissy. "I mean you 
and I love each other and you don't want to get into MY 
pants."

She said it and then saw a guarded look flash across 
his face. He didn't say anything.

"Uncle Bob?" she said.

He still didn't respond. Chrissy felt more blood 
rushing to her neck and face. "Do you?" she said.

Finally he spoke, "Look pumpkin. Like I said. Guys who 
see beautiful women and are interested in them just 
think that way. And both you and your mother are 
stunners. It doesn't mean anything in particular. It's 
just the way we're wired."

Chrissy sat, stunned. Her Uncle LUSTED after her! She 
felt weak for a second. He thought she and her mother 
were beautiful! She AND HER MOTHER! Chrissy thought 
furiously about the inferences being made. A very 
strange feeling came over her.

Surely he wasn't serious.

But she had to know. She had to find out. And she could 
think of only one way to find out. Without thinking 
about it any further, Chrissy turned to her Uncle, 
grasped his face in both her hands, and kissed him on 
the lips. She'd only made out one time in her whole 
life, with Danny Tomkins, and he'd taught her to French 
kiss. 

She'd thought it was pretty hot then, and she used her 
limited experience of that kiss now, slipping her 
tongue into her astounded Uncle's mouth. He didn't try 
to pull away, so she kept kissing him until she found 
she couldn't breathe. She broke the kiss and 
immediately darted her right hand to the front of his 
pants, where that mammoth peter of his should be.

It was there, all right. No problem finding it. It was 
punching the front of his pants out at least four 
inches. He was hard as a rock.

It was clear, perfectly plain to see, that her Uncle 
Bob wanted to have sex with her. He had been telling 
the truth. And the odd thing was that the fact that he 
wanted to have sex with her didn't bother her at all 
like she would have thought it would.

"Chriiiiis!" he said in that voice that would normally 
have said she was in trouble. But Chrissy suddenly knew 
that she had power, and she wasn't frightened in the 
least.

"Well," she panted as she caught her breath. "We've 
established that men DO want to have sex with beautiful 
women, and that you weren't just teasing me. Good. 
Good. That's progress. OK. Now here's my idea. You and 
my mom already know and love each other, right? Right! 
And she wouldn't feel strange around you. So all we 
have to do is get the two of you together in a romantic 
setting and let nature take its course!"

Uncle Bob smiled. "I suppose that's a fine idea, 
Pumpkin, except for one little thing. What makes you 
think your mother would even think about getting 
involved with ME, her BROTHER, in any way even remotely 
sexual?"

"Simple," she said calmly. "I'm quite sure she'd think 
about it, for the same reason that I thought about it. 
I mean you're my Uncle, right? And I just found out 
that what you said about men wanting a woman goes both 
ways. When I... I mean when we were kissing, you could 
have done just about anything in the world you wanted 
to with me and I wouldn't have said a single word. If I 
can feel that way, why couldn't my mother?" She leaned 
closer to him and put her hand back in his lap, 
grasping his boner firmly. "And it's pretty obvious 
there won't be any problem from THIS little guy."

Her Uncle sat stock still as she caressed his erection. 
"Damn," he said under his breath.

"What's wrong Uncle Bob," Chrissy said sweetly.

"I was hoping this wouldn't happen," he said, putting 
his hand over hers. "I mean this sort of changes 
things. I had such a good time sneaking feels of your 
pretty boobies and now it isn't innocent any more and I 
have to stop. I can't pretend you don't know what's 
going on."

Chrissy sat up straighter and pulled her hand back from 
his boner. Then, very carefully, she grasped the hem of 
her T shirt and began dragging it up, toward her 
breasts.

"I told you it works both ways, Uncle Bob."

She kept pulling, baring her breasts and pulling the 
shirt completely off. Then she stood and began 
unbuttoning her jeans.

"I don't want us to stop having fun." She slid her 
pants down and stepped out of them. "Besides, when I 
left to come over here, my mother told me to be nice to 
you. And right now I want to be very, very nice to 
you."

Bob stared hungrily at her breasts. They were cones, 
rather than round heavy breasts, and they stood out 
proudly from her chest. They were topped by cherry red 
nipples that he'd dreamed about, seeing them erect and 
pressing through her shirts. He'd felt them, but they 
were even more beautiful than he'd hoped they might be. 
"Baby?" he said softly. "I wasn't kidding about what 
men want to do."

She bent over, sliding her panties down. "I know," she 
said, just as softly. "I wasn't either."

He sat, stunned, as she stood before him in all her 
teenaged naked beauty. She wasn't self conscious at 
all. She believed him when he said she was beautiful. 
He sat, his hands at his side as she knelt in front of 
him and unbuttoned his shirt, then unbuckled his belt 
and finally unzipped his pants. "You have to help a 
little" she said, sitting back on her haunches.

"I don't think you understand what you're doing," he 
said, his voice breaking. When she'd sat back her knees 
had parted and he had a clear view of honey blond hair 
just above the prettiest pink plump pussy lips he'd 
ever seen.

"Well, then," she said, pulling him up. "I guess you'll 
just have to teach me." She pushed the shirt off his 
shoulders and ran her hands over his hairy chest. She 
pushed his pants down, leaving only his tented boxers 
covering him. Her fingers slipped lower, toying with 
the band of his boxers. "Unless you're too old, and 
feeble, and bald, and impotent to do anything about 
it."

He sucked in a breath and grabbed her. She shrieked, 
like she always did when he grabbed her. He threw her 
to the couch and fell down in front of her, his fingers 
scrabbling over her stomach, breasts, everywhere as he 
tickled her. She wiggled and writhed until his fingers 
settled on her nipples, pulling them, twisting them, 
squeezing them. She lay back, her legs splayed open, 
humming happily as he made her feel good. 

She closed her eyes, only to snap them open when he 
captured a nipple between his lips to suck on it. She 
felt dampness flood her between her legs and the felt 
his hands there, his fingers caressing, smoothing, 
probing, where no man's hands had ever touched. She 
began to pant. He was making her feel VERY good. Then 
his lips kissed down her belly, across her abdomen. She 
knew what was going to happen. She'd heard of it. She 
never thought anyone would do it to her, though.

When his lips kissed her lower ones, she groaned long 
and low. Her hands darted to his hair and pulled him 
into her as his tongue slithered all over her sex. He 
found her clit and she thought she'd just die with the 
pleasure. She felt pressure, inside, outside, 
everywhere, like she was going to explode or break into 
pieces. 

It was so intense it scared her and she cried out. Then 
he forced one long finger deep in her pussy and the dam 
broke. Pleasure rushed into her, through her and out of 
her everywhere on her body. She was in agony, and had 
never felt better in her whole life. This was a pain 
she knew she was instantly addicted to, and one she 
hoped would never ever end.

She flopped back, limp, helpless and half opened her 
eyes as she felt his mouth leave her. He was standing, 
pulling his boxers down, and exposing his prick. It was 
HUGE. It was scary! It was long and knobby, leaking 
white sticky looking stuff from the tip. "Baby," he 
croaked. "Honey, I'm sorry, but I have to do this." He 
was jacking it slowly.

She forced the fear down... made herself think about 
the fact that men and women had been doing this for 
thousands... no millions of years, and that she was 
made for this. It was still scary, but she wanted to do 
it. She scooted her butt down, closer toward the edge 
of the couch seat. "Yessss!" she hissed.

She felt the tip burrow between her pussy lips and 
begin to stretch her. She felt him lean over and fasten 
his lips around a nipple. He sucked and bit and pushed, 
all at the same time. She writhed as she felt herself 
being split apart. This must be what it felt like to 
have a baby, she thought. Then he pulled back and 
started using the front third of his cock to fuck her 
with. She stretched, and the pressure lessened. Now it 
wasn't as much painful as it was a feeling of fullness. 
He twisted both her nipples and pulled on them, like he 
was pulling her onto his cock with them. 

"OOOOwwwwwwww!" she complained, until she realized that 
this made her pussy relax somehow. He shoved another 
third of his boner into her and leaned over to kiss 
her. Now, while their tongues dueled, he fucked her 
with two thirds of his cock. It slid in and out freely 
now, and there was a wet squelching sound. She was 
dripping wet now.

He broke the kiss and whispered "I love you baby." He 
pushed... kept pushing... as she groaned and writhed 
under him, trying to spread her legs even further 
apart, trying to make room.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" she groaned.

There was a fairly small amount of time that Chrissy 
lost that night. She couldn't remember where she went 
during that time, but when she came back her Uncle Bob 
was reaming her out with long slow strokes of his iron 
hard bone. Every time he went in, and every time he 
drug it back out, the top of that bumpy bony penis 
scraped across her tender teen clitty. 

Chrissy couldn't believe how fabulous it felt. She knew 
instantly that several things would happen. She knew 
that no other man would ever touch her. She knew that 
she would spread her legs for her Uncle any time, any 
place and as often as he asked her to. She knew she'd 
have his babies. She knew she'd be happy for the rest 
of her life. Her teenage hormones were flooding her 
body to the point that she had no control over anything 
in her world at that particular point in time.

And so, when her Uncle grunted that he was about to 
cum, and that he should pull out, but that he just 
couldn't, and that he was sorry, she grabbed his face 
with her hands again, and again planted a lip lock on 
him to show him how she felt. She felt his tongue slip 
across hers. She felt his penis swell. She felt him 
drive into her so deep that she felt something give way 
and open up so he could go even deeper. 

Then she felt the pulse and splat of hot semen 
splashing against the walls of her womb as her Uncle 
planted his seed right where it counted. Again and 
again he grunted and the wet heat of his spend rocketed 
into her womb. None of it could get out because her 
cervix was thoroughly plugged by the shaft of his 
prick. Bob sagged on top of her, squashing her breasts 
flat as his peter spat out the last of it's copious 
discharge. He knew he was heavy, and that she must be 
in pain from being stretched so much, so he rolled 
sideways, letting his now semi-hard cock drag out of 
her pussy.

Chrissy lay back, tired, limp, and satisfied beyond her 
wildest dreams. She felt wetness flowing out of her 
strangely empty pussy. Had she had the energy to lift 
her head she'd have seen thick globs of her Uncle's 
sperm bubbling out of her gaping pussy.

Bob gasped as he tried to catch his breath. He hadn't 
had a woman in years, and he felt like several years 
worth of semen had just used his cock like a fire hose. 
He felt guilty. "Sorry" he gasped, not knowing what 
else to say. She'd been tight... too tight. He hoped he 
hadn't torn her or hurt her too badly. Still, he 
brightened, there had been that kiss at the end.

Chrissy could sense his guilt. "Fat lecherous old 
pervert," she groaned.

Then they both laughed, knowing that everything was 
going to be OK.

They lay there in silence for half an hour, napping and 
relaxing together. Finally Chrissy sat up, her hair in 
disarray, her gaping teen pussy still clogged with 
thick white baby butter. "Wow," she said in a normal 
voice. "I'm not all that sure I want to share you with 
my mother. That was kind of fun."

Bob chuckled, "Most of them like it... once. The 
problem is getting them to come back a second time."

Chrissy looked at him steadily, "I don't think you'll 
have to worry about that any more. And if my mother 
actually gets a taste of that" she pointed to his penis 
"you may have to worry about getting her out of your 
bed at all!"

Bob didn't think Chrissy's idea of getting her mother 
in bed with him would work at all. He knew Beth pretty 
well, and couldn't imagine her going for that under any 
circumstances. But it was fun, over the next few weeks, 
having Chrissy coach him and prep him, trying various 
colognes and different outfits to see which ones were 
most likely, in her opinion, to catch her mother's 
interest. 

Of course all of them caught Chrissy's interest, and 
invariably she ended up flat on her back, legs spread 
for her handsome Uncle Bob, while he pounded another 
dose of his incestuous sperm deep into her body. He 
kept telling her he had to get her on the pill, or that 
he should use a condom or something, but every time he 
said something she said "OK, I'll think about it." Then 
she used her pussy muscles to milk him off, getting a 
nice warm dose of slippery virile sperm into her hungry 
fertile pussy.

In the mean time, they came up with a plan, and they 
put it into action. 

Chrissy was in her room when she heard her Uncle come 
through the back door of the house and call out to his 
sister. She stayed in her room, "doing homework" and 
hoping that things went OK. 

It was very quiet for a long, long time. Then noises... 
no... shouting! She crept out in the hall. Was her 
mother yelling at Uncle Bob for trying something? Was 
she going to throw him out? 

She crept closer to the family room, where the sounds 
were coming from. Now she could hear better. It WAS her 
mother shouting... screaming... and she was screaming 
at her brother:

"OH FUCK... OH SHIT... OH BOB... OHHH BOBBY BABY... 
DON'T STOP... YOU BASTARD... YOU PERVERT... STICK IT 
DEEPER BABY... OH DON'T EVER, EVER STOP..."

Chrissy turned around and went back to her room. Her 
own pussy needed a little attention. She could relax 
now, knowing her mother would be happy again. They all 
would be happy. And if she had planned things just 
right, she and her mother might have their babies at 
the same time too!

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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