All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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Claude James watched in the mirror as the barber put away the clippers. He squirted a couple of pumps of lather onto his left hand, spun the chair 180 degrees with his right, and then applied the foam, using both hands, to the back of Claude's neck. "You have some stubble going, there, Claude," the barber observed, smoothing the thick white cream along the nape edge of the freshly trimmed scalp. "If you're not growing a beard, I could give you a shave while I have the razor out," he offered genially.
It was weird. The lather had a strangely sweet fragrance. The barber's hands moved from the back of Claude's neck to his jawline and softly, sensuously, stroked his cheeks. He twisted his body under the barber's sheet and turned his face. Suddenly the barber vanished.
"You have some stubble going, there, Uncle Claude," Nel buzzed softly in his ear while her gentle fingers played lightly across his bristled face. He inhaled deeply the wonderful unique fragrance he identified with his 18-year old niece and granddaughter, Nel Martin, as she stooped over him in the armchair at the Draper Motel in Manitou Springs, Colorado. "I could give you a shave while Mom's gone out for donuts." He heard Nel continue, laughing her special lilting laugh.
Claude' dream fully dissipated, as did his reconstructions of 'Fuck Week' in 1977. He smiled warmly at the nude nubile teenager leaning over him. He reached up and pulled her to his lap. Her bottom pressed through the soft acrylic motel blanket, draped loosely over his otherwise naked, 6'3" 57-year old body. She squirmed slightly as she settled her ass on his thighs and wrapped her left arm behind his head. He met her lips and they kissed, unhurried, in the dawn light filtering through thin gaps in the drawn curtains. Claude flattened his broad left palm across Nel's warm flat stomach. "How you doing in there, kiddo?" He asked, breaking their kiss and gliding his strong hand easily from hip to hip, before crossing her rib cage and cupping Nel's right breast. Her 35-26-34 figure would see some major changes in the next nine months, but, this morning, she was the same as when Claude deflowered her, three weeks ago next Wednesday. "No, not 'the same'," Claude thought to himself, as he hefted her tit and idly slid his thumbpad over her stiffening nipple. "She has a definitely different aspect now," he decided, although he could not adequately describe it.
"MMmmmmm, unk... Grandpa..." Nel murmured, feeling her pussy tingle and his dick fatten beneath the blanket. "I'm tip-top. No changes yet... but Mom had a craving for Dunkin' Donuts!" She giggled and put her right hand up to Claude's face. "C'mon," she encouraged, "Sit in the Jacuzzi and let me shave that scratchy old face!" She stood whisking away the light blanket like a torero, and grinned, pointing at Claude's raging bull. "Ha! Look at THAT!" She crowed. "Too bad for Mom..." she chirped over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom and opened the faucets on the tub.
Claude looked at his watch. 6:15. He recalled waking from a bad dream about his father, and, washing that away, his fond memories of Carla. He did not know when he fell asleep in the chair, or, when his sister and daughter, Sally, had covered him with the blanket. "Must have been as she was leaving," he mused, getting up and following Nel.
Nel sat on the edge of the big Jacuzzi, with Claude's double-edge safety razor and a can of shaving cream beside her. Her legs were spread wide, but her 5' 6" frame kept her knees well away from either wall of the 4' square tub. "Sit here," she commanded, splashing the water which swirled between her calves. "Lean back and relax. Use my tummy for a pillow while I scrape away all those whiskers." Nel involuntarily wiggled her bottom on the tub edge as a spout of water jumped from the surface and struck her unguarded pussy.
Claude stepped over the wall and stood, with his morning flag waving, between Nel's legs. She licked her pursed lips and said, showing incredible restraint, "Turn around and sit, unk, before I change my mind!" Claude, agreeably, about faced and lowered himself into the bubbling hot water. Nel put her hands on his broad hard shoulders, pulling him back, until his neck was tucked tight to her cunny and his head rested against her abdomen. "There... that's just right," she sighed, scooting her ass an inch forward and splaying her damp aching pussy against Claude. She leaned over and whispered, barely audible over the Jacuzzi jets, "Hold still, now..."
Nel lathered and shaved her uncle as quickly, efficiently and carefully as if he were her own legs. She had planned, when she thought of the idea, to be a sexy, slow, sensuous geisha. That idea fled the moment she saw Claude's splendid fat cock rising from his steely pepper-and-salt pubes. When he got in the water it was all she could do not to suck him off right there. Now, however, as she rinsed the razor with a final swish, she had an alternate plan. Claude was completely at ease. His eyes were closed, his pores were open, his mind was empty as he lost himself in the caresses of Nel's hands and the friction of the sharp blade removing his beard. He rolled his head against Nel's midriff as she gave his smooth cheeks a final rub. "That feels great," he complimented, rallying back to consciousness.
"Hmmmm," Nel agreed, "I'll say..." she slid her bottom to the right and twisted herself into the tub, carefully protecting her grandfather's head from bouncing off her body onto the hard acrylic tub wall. Pulling his shoulders up as she rotated, she finished sitting, in the center of the tub, with her butt between Claude's knees and her arms wrapped around his muscled torso. "but not as great as YOU feel, Grandpa," she said with a lusty grin. She pushed on Claude's back and shoulders for leverage as she scrunched herself forward and hiked her ass. He enveloped her lithe body in his arms and hauled her in, compressing her youthfully full, C-cup breasts against his pecs. Nel sat again, with perfect accuracy, and felt Claude's reviving erection split her labial folds, nestling against the fine translucent hairs of her young, sparse thatch.
"Huhhn," Claude grunted. His dick twitched and buried its underside in Nel's open thin peach slit. "Back at you... uhhn..." he groaned, fusing his mouth to hers.
"Nnnaahhh," Nel whimpered through her uncle's teeth. She pulled her right hand away from his lats and pushed his prick firmly against her clit as she raised her bottom. He slid down the slick slice. His glans set off a firestorm in her cunt as it drug over her swollen bean. At the height of her lift, Claude's staff was poised before her gate. When she lowered herself a third time onto his quads, Nel's hungry twat swallowed his sausage. "UHHHNNN! Yess!" She cried. "Thank you, Grandpa! UHHHNN! Oh, FUCK ME!" She begged as she bounced on his lap, pounding herself onto his peg.
Claude's hands cruised down Nel's ribs and gripped her hips. He assisted her lifts and pulled her down harder still with each drop. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" He grunted, flexing his glutes and thrusting upward to meet her as she crashed her ass on his thighs. The tub water splashed above their heads with every landing.
