Uncle Phil Helps Out

I am a 38 year old, fit and healthy woman living in Melbourne. I have always been athletic and committed to my health and appearance and have enjoyed a positive energy towards sex and experiences. I have experimented in most areas in my younger years and enjoyed numerous partners before settling down in my mid twenties. I have been very happily married for the past 12 years and still enjoy a very satisfying sex life.

The story I am sharing here is so far from the real me that I am still unsure how it all happened and how to reconcile it all. I am sharing the story to say it out loud and unburden so many conflicting thoughts within myself.

This all began when I had to travel to Sydney (my home town) to relocate my elderly mother into a facility and clean out her unit of 25 years to enable the property sale to fund her change of lifestyle. My husband was away with work as he travels extensively overseas with a multi national mining organisation and I am the only child but I knew I was more than capable of the task, so no issue there.

This was all going to take 1 or 2 weeks to complete so I had pre arranged with my cousin in Sydney to stay at her apartment while they were holidaying in Indonesia for that month. This was only 20 minutes from my mum's unit so it was perfect. My cousin and I often stayed with each other over the years and had always been close as she was only 12 months younger than myself. Her Dad (Uncle Phil) also lived close and is retired so he would be able to help if I needed extra hands also.

The first day I caught up with Uncle Phil and gave him a brief of my plan. He is your Salt of the Earth type guy, mid sixties, tall, strong and very fit for his age (still surfs every morning and runs twice a week). He told me he did not want to get in the way but to yell out if I needed anything and he would be there in a flash.

I got started and after three days of organising furniture removal, trips to the dump, trips to the charity's and cleaning, I was soon feeling the fatigue. I was starting early and going till dark then heading back to my cousins apartment with a quick take away meal and then off to bed.

It must have been day 6 or 7 when I left Mum's unit on dark, filthy from cleaning and went to my cousins apartment to clean up without even thinking about food. I arrived and found Uncle Phil there and he had prepared a simple pasta meal with the aromas drifting through the apartment. He told me I looked bushed and said to go and shower and he would prepare the meal.

I showered and wrapped myself in a towell and headed off down the narrow hall to the bedroom. I had only gone a couple of steps and ran face first into Uncle Phil coming out of the toilet. We bumped clumsily and with hands groping for balance, stumbling to recover, my towell was suddenly down to my waist and my boobs were on full display to Uncle Phil, now on one knee, his face pressed against my belly.

I snatched up my towell to cover up and before I could even be embarrassed, Uncle Phil rose gracefully and with zero awkwardness said "Dinner is ready when you are love." and moved away to the kitchen.

My head was a little frazzled as I got dressed, realising that I had no clean shorts left, I just put on panties and a very large t shirt that was like a small dress and went to join Uncle Phil for the meal.

Uncle Phil was competent in most things and food was no exception with a nice wine to compliment. We ate and chatted and I kept apologising for the collision and my embarrassment until Uncle Phil looked straight into my eyes and said "Don't worry about any of that, you cannot even imagine or understand what pleasure that gave me, truly, you should feel happy for the emotions and you certainly should be very proud of those beautiful breasts."

I was taken aback a little and just said "ohh, really."

We finished our pasta and wine, washed up and we then settled on the large corner sofa unit to watch the TV and chill down. Uncle Phil said he should probably stay for a while because of the wine we had which was sensible and we talked a little about family, old times etc. I was beginning to fade when Uncle Phil stood, went behind me and began to massage my neck, shoulders and even my head. The sensations and relaxation of a good massage are un worldly. I began to melt into the sofa and the more her explored, probed and dug the more I melted until, an hour or more later, I could not keep my eyes open any longer and gently laid down. I felt Uncle Phil spread a blanket across me like a small child and I fell asleep.

I awoke hours later in semi dark, lying as I had fallen asleep, in the fetal position. Nothing seemed amiss for some time until I felt the presence of a hand still on my shoulder. I was just trying to make sense of all of it all when the strong firm hand began to gently move around my shoulders and I now realised I could feel the heat of another body close to mine, Uncle Phil.

I stiffened a little, not sure what to do. Was he asleep??

I lay still for an age as the hand would squeeze some, then nothing, then shifted position a little, gently squeeze, then nothing, shift again and repeat. Was he dreaming? These sensations were beginning to make me buzz and I shifted my body slightly to feel how close Uncle Phil actually was and I almost gasped as I felt his entire body curled almost into me and he felt all but naked.

My Breath caught realising that I myself was dressed in only a T-shirt and panties and Uncle Phil must only have boxers on.

I needed to get myself out of this compromising position without waking Uncle Phil. I tried to slowly move my hand up to shift his hand and slide it off my shoulder. When I was almost there, his other hand came around my neck and grasped my arm firmly. I froze. I was still unsure if he was awake or asleep.

We were now in quite a tight embrace and I could feel his strong bare chest against my back as I lay still.

I waited an eternity and then tried to wriggle forward away from Uncle Phil but as soon as I moved his dominant right hand left my shoulder and enveloped my right boob with a firm grasp, my nipple squashed into his palm.

I was not scared or in any fear but was almost shaking with nerves and strangely, excitement, and I was struggling to breathe properly, not sure what my next move should be.

I could feel Uncle Phil's hot steady pulse in his palm, throbbing through my nipple and it was driving me crazy. It seemed an hour but I finally decided to roll my hips and get a leg free somehow.

As soon as I shifted my hips, Uncle Phil pushed his hips forward firmly with purpose and I felt his very thick, very hard cock slide between my slightly spread legs and over my panty covered pubic mound.

This time I did gasp out loud with both shock and surprise and knew instantly that Uncle Phil was not asleep. I began to try and shift back but his big hand left my boob and grasped my hip and held me firmly in that position with his cock pressed against my pussy. I was breathing hard now with my emotions going off the charts, trying to rationalise who this man was, what he had meant to me all my life, how old he was, how not right this was, how fucking horny I was and why?

I began to struggle a little but Uncle Phil had a very commanding position and he was not going to release this. He began to breathe out and sigh a little as his other hand let my arm free and he began to feel around and work his way under my T that was already half way up my body. His hand was soon caressing the smooth soft skin of my tits and he began moving his hips so his solid cock was stroking back and forward ever so slightly across my panty covered mound almost seeking my permission to continue.

My eyes were wide open and I was totally in shock, not knowing what to do or what to think and I'm sure I wanted to stop his caressing hand but the pleasure was overwhelming and I knew that his cock should not be wedged between my thighs but I was on fire down there also.

The slow motion assault seemed to go on forever and I tried so hard to lay still and not promote anything. I wanted to tell Uncle Phil to stop rubbing his cock onto me and to leave my tits alone until I realised that he was not pushing his hips backward and forward at all but it was me who was rotating my hips and pushing my arse back into him and guiding my pussy along his now very wet cock. My other hand was over the top of his hand that was fondling my soft tits, keeping it there??

I suddenly stopped, thinking this needs to stop now and I pushed back hard and rolled onto my back and said "That's enough Philm" which came out very weakly and he dropped effortlessly between my legs, sliding down between my thighs, gripping my panties and swiftly sliding them down and off with him. I tried to sit up but he pulled my legs toward him spreading them at the same time and dropping his face down into my furry beaver and his tongue spread my folds and attacked my swollen clit instantly.

I squealed at this sudden change and tried to close my legs, only trapping Uncle Phil's head firmly into my crotch as he continued to lap slowly at my labia. I was lost to the sensations, my head was flopping out of control as my thighs held him onto my soaked and swollen pussy. I soon realised that I was trying to get an orgasm from Uncle Phil's exploring tongue (I have never been close to orgasm with oral sex, ever).

Uncle Phil sensed this and he disengaged his tongue from my pussy and slowly began lick his way up along my stomach then around my swollen tits, massaging my aching nipples with his teeth and suckling on the soft slippery buds. He concentrated on playing and teasing my tits and nipples for a long time before advancing again higher, along my neck, then to my face. My eyes were tightly closed as he began to probe at my lips with his tongue and soft lips and I felt the huge, hot head of his big cock nudge into my sex and it startled me with an electrical type shock to my groin and my eyes shot open and looked into Uncle Phil's gentle face.

He continued to kiss my mouth, face and nose as his cock began to rub back and forth through my pubic hair before separating my folds and sliding against my wetness, not forceful but slowly and patiently and I could feel my glands swelling and leaking with moisture and wanting.

I was now arching my back to more pressure and get firmer contact with this muscle but he continued the same soft, slow motion. I soon realised that he would not go further and without a word had made me understand it was totally my decision to take the ultimate forbidden step or end this now.

As I wrestled with this, Uncle Phil's motion slowed and then stopped. He had sensed my conflict and began to back away but I knew what I wanted and I reached down between the gap in our bodies and grasped his solid thick cock and stroked the full length, up & down, over and over, both of us now breathing very heavily, I was building the courage to pull him toward me again, guiding it straight toward my waiting, weeping vagina.

Uncle Phil's pulsing cock head first touched my pouting sensitive petals which spread easily as he looked into my eyes paused and then pushed his hips forward and his large cock spread me wide as he sank into me, totally filling and invading my wet, slippery cunt.

To this day this has been the most erotic, nervous, exciting and mind blowing experience I have ever felt of all of the sexual partners and experiences in my life.

He had sank his entire cock into me which forced the air from my body and we lay locked together, trembling, enjoying this shameful act.

Uncle Phil then began to withdraw and re enter me as I began to adjust to his wide girth. My legs were shaking and pussy was throbbing and felt like it was melting.

My Uncle, almost 30 years older, was pushing his huge solid cock into me and I was clinging to him, pulling him in, urging him.

He stopped for an instant and peeled my dishevelled T Shirt over my head. We both looked down at my totally exposed naked body, flat stomach, tits wobbling and pussy wedged wide open with his thick cock matted by wet pubic hair. My head dropped back and I moaned loudly as Uncle Phil began sliding effortlessly into my wanting body, grinding against my clit and I could feel his warm heavy balls nestling between my bum cheeks as he bottomed out.

He drove faster into me and as the tempo built I thought I was about to pass out until suddenly I peaked and my whole body went totally rigid as an immense orgasm ripped through my entire body and I shook uncontrollably.

Uncle Phil held himself buried, stiff as a board while this orgasm tore into me and I clung hard to him while my body convulsed and climaxed again and again until I almost hurt.

Very slowly I began to recovered from this first intense experience but Uncle Phil's cock was still wedged deep inside me pulsing and he began to rock himself back & Forth grinding his pubis bone against my clitoris and causing me to orgasm again. He did this two more times and I orgasmed easily each time after a few seconds of this pleasure torture.

Although I was still in a highly erotic, sexual state, my body was exhausting and I could feel the fatigue coming on. Uncle Phil was amazingly composed and totally in control and he again started to pump his cock in and out of my now loose and very wet vagina. I was exhausted but could feel that excitement and tension building again as Uncle Phil pushed himself up and looked at my naked body under him, writhing and quivering as he fucked me faster now, building and somehow swelling even bigger and as I lost control and began to spasm again, he buried his cock deep into me and I felt his sperm burst warm and flooding into my body. He moaned loudly as his cock continually jerked and pumped and I could feel those heavy balls emptying there load as he flooded me with cum.

When Uncle Phil was finally spent he lowered himself onto my naked body and we both began to breathe hard and recover. His cock slowly shrank until it slid from my body with a flow of sperm and within a very short time of glowing we both fell into an exhausted sleep not caring for the outcome until tomorrow.

This whole event has had some remarkable, unexpected outcomes for us all (husband included) and has led to further adventures. I am still a little embarrassed about all of this and have never been sure whether to post or not. I guess the readers can tell me either way and if they would like to hear more?