I always looked forward to visiting my mum's brother Uncle Raymond. When I was growing up, he'd become a father figure to me seeing as my own dad died when I was only three. As I got older, I started developing inappropriate feelings for him. Now that I'd turned eighteen, my lustful thoughts were stronger than ever, and my preference for much older men was well and truly set in stone. Yup, I had a daddy kink and I was proud of it. There was no way I would ever be interested in guys my own age, much to my mum's disgust.
Uncle Raymond was fifty-eight and fitted the description of "hot daddy" "silver fox" and other descriptions for older men I'd seen on social media. A stocky chap of average height, with a paunch, glasses and buzz-cut silver hair, my Nan said that he reminded her of Dr Hazlitt from her favourite old show Murder She Wrote. I'd never watched that and had to look him up online and whoa, Nan was right!
One afternoon at the end of August, I called round after finishing early at my part-time job.
"Hello Tash!"
My name's Natasha, but he always calls me Tash. I like that he has this little nickname for me. He was dressed in his casual "gardening garb" as he called it - jeans and a short sleeved check shirt.
"Hi Uncle Ray!"
I threw my arms around him and held him tight. My small, firm tits pressed into his chest, and I ground my groin into his. He looked a little bit uncomfortable, but hugged me back anyway. I pulled his face down to mine, to give him a kiss, like I've done every day since I was small. Only this time, I held it a little longer, before he pulled away.
"Blimey, you're chipper today!" He exclaimed. "How was work?"
"Um yeah, it's going great." I bit my lip at what I was going to do next.
"Alice is out. Had to get some groceries. She should be back soon. Fancy a cuppa?" He said, about to head into the kitchen.
"No...but I do fancy something else."
I couldn't help myself and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Whoa there, Tash...what are you doing?" He spluttered, taken aback.
"Oh God Ray. I can't stop thinking about you. I know you're my uncle but I've been attracted to you for ages. Older men turn me on and..."
"T-Tash," Raymond stammered. "Maybe you should go before..."
I was turning away, shamefully when I noticed his unfinished sentence. I stopped. Turned around. I put one hand along the side of his face, the other on the front of his shirt.
"I don't want to go."
We stared at each other, eyes flicking back and forth. My hand slid slowly down his chest, across his chubby belly, over the belt buckle and lay against the front of his jeans. I pressed his groin gently.
"Oh God Tash, don't...this is wrong! I'm a married man...and you're my niece! We can't..."
Another unfinished sentence, I pressed harder, fingers curling. I met resistance.
"Tash, please..."
"I want you so badly, Ray."
There was a long pause, and I feared he was going to frogmarch me out of the house. Finally, Raymond took a deep breath, smiled a half-smile at me and said, "So, lass. You want to suck an older man's cock?"
And without waiting for my answer, he unzipped his flies, fumbled with his y-front underpants and quickly pulled his dick out, which greatly surprised me. First, because my actions had worked and second, we were alone in the living room, and Aunt Alice could have walked in right then. Raymond didn't seem to care. But as I focused on his delicious cock, all other thoughts quickly faded from my mind.
"I'm sure you can make it hard." Raymond said, giving me a good look at his thick beautiful meat. It was pale, uncut, thick and pinkish in colour with a big head.
Moving closer, he shoved his sweaty dick close to my face. I naturally opened up to taste him and he tasted good. Sweet and manly. My hands quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to my face, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth, until his wiry grey pubes brushed my nose.
"That feels bloody amazing. I haven't had it sucked in ages." Raymond sighed.