A week later, Margaret arrived with Rachel in tow. They both stepped into my apartment, Margaret looked great in her lavender sun dress, belted under her breasts, highlighting her figure above and below.
Rachel was simply stunning. Her large hazel eyes were framed by brown hair; hanging long and straight in the style of the young until well below her boobs. Over the years, Jerry had watched her grow up, her young body developing into a duplicate of her mother's. Now she stood before him; large breasts draped in a cream-colored linen shirt that let her black bra show through. The shirt was tucked into a black mini-dress that reached halfway down her knees. Her boots were tall and shining black.
Jerry slipped an arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head. He looked over at Margaret who looked anxious, perhaps regretting this plan.
Jerry wanted to make sure. "Were you planning to stay?"
"Well, I thought..."
"MOM!"
"Scat. I'll text when she needs a ride."
Margaret chose this moment to be maternal. "I won't leave my little girl alone with a strange man."
"I'm nineteen! I'm not a child."
Jerry wondered if Margaret's change of heart was driven by jealousy. "This was your idea, Margaret. But Rachel is old enough to decide for herself. If you won't leave, then wait in the guest bedroom. And stay there."
Seeming about to say more, instead she hustled into the second bedroom.
Jerry turned to Rachel, cradling her face in his hands. She looked at him from under her bangs, her hazel eyes where large and full of longing.
"I understand your concerns about being alone with a man. As a straight guy I can't speak directly to the issue of sexual harassment except to say that every woman who I've talked with about it has been date raped in some respect. You are right to be worried."
Her face wrinkled a bit. "I'm not a virgin. I just told Mom that because I thought it would shut her up. One boy did get inside me. Once. It hurt and was quick and embarrassing. He shot his mess on my stomach, then left without a care for me."
"Boys are only interested in getting off. They don't know, nor care, what women need. As you get older, the boys will become men. Many will understand and treat you better. I promise."
"You're older, Uncle Jerry. Do you understand?"
He nodded, smiling, "Your mom told you what she wants me ... us to do?"
Rachel nodded, excited. "It was my idea, actually."
"Your idea?"
"She asked who I would like to have sex with. Uncle Jerry, of course."
"Why me?"
"You're the one I think about when I, you know." Her hands unconsciously rubbed her thighs.
"Masturbate."
Blushed. "Yes"
"So, you do masturbate. Do you watch porn?"
"Of course. Who doesn't? A girl has to cum sometimes."
"Any girlfriends?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Mom asked me the same thing. I'm not lesbian."
Jerry watched her.
Rachel shrugged. "Well, yeah, some kissing and titty-play but that's it! And that one time I dry-humped Paige's thigh while she sucked my boobs. That was hot."
He started caressing Rachel's breasts through her shirt. "The reason I ask, it's important to take responsibility for your own orgasm."
She giggled. "I thought that was your job."
He started undoing the buttons from the top. She did not object. "It's my pleasure to help, to explore, to bring you where you already know where to go. Or where not to go."
"Not to go?"
She gave a soft gasp as Jerry opened her shirt, revealing her white bra with wide straps to support her large tits. "For example, some people get pleasure from pain."
"Eww."
Rachel leaned into his fingers, caressing across the cup of her bra. He continued to explain, as if to a class. "If you already know that doesn't work for you, we won't go there. But you say you can cum using your fingers on your clit?"
"Uh huh." She lowered her shirt from her shoulders, taking the bra straps as well.
"So, we might want to explore using my fingers." He leaned close to kiss the front of her bra, letting his teeth close gently on the nipples underneath. "Or my tongue or teeth."
Rachel shivered. "I think I'd like that."
Jerry reached to caress the soft skin on her back, before undoing the double clip of the wide bra strap. Rachel let the cups fall away.
Jerry marveled at her breasts. The similarity to her mother was arousing in itself: large boobs with wide, pink areolae and nipples that were already protruding. Unlike her mother, Rachel's breasts had no droop whatsoever. They stood high and proud, presenting themselves for his delight.
"Your tits are beautiful."
A blush ran up her chest and she closed her eyes. "Touch them, Uncle Jerry. Please."
Jerry's hands cupped both tits, lifting them away from her chest. He kissed one, then the other, then returned to the first to suck gently. The areola puffed toward his mouth.
"This is how a man makes love to you, Rach. Patiently. Softly, at first. Learning what you like and how you like it."
As he moved to suck the other nipple, he let his hands trace down her ribs and across her stomach. Rachel arched her back to his touch.
"Yes, Uncle Jerry."
He sucked more firmly on her nipples as his hand slid to her leg. Tracing her firm thigh upward, he encountered a pair of lace panties. His fingers pressed into the gusset, then ran under the openings for each leg.
"May I, Rach?"
