I'd like to think that everyone has a cool uncle in their family. For me, it was my Uncle Jake. He was married to my dad's sister, and he was the best.
Growing up, he always bought me the hottest toys for my birthdays and Christmases. When I got too old for toys, he bought me the name brand clothes that my parents refused to get for me. When I was turned thirteen, he let me try my first beer.
My friends loved him, too. Sometimes, he'd pick us up from school in his Maserati Convertible and take us out to see a movie or back to his house to play poker. We'd all hang out, listen to music, and talk about chicks we all wanted to bang. As the oldest of four kids, I never had a big brother. Uncle Jake was pretty much mine.
His wife was my dad's older sister Bonnie, who was a high-powered attorney. At times, I wondered how the two of them managed to stay married for 5 years; their personalities were so different. Aunt Bonnie was a frigid, uptight, control freak who even alphabetized her spice cabinet. Uncle Jake was a fun-loving, easygoing insurance agent who knew the dirtiest and funniest jokes ever. Still, I could tell that they loved each other very much.
I was 18, in the middle of my senior year, and aching to get out to college. Uncle Jake and I were at his house, chilling and playing pool on a Saturday while he blasted the Rage Against The Machine station on Pandora. I'd come over every once in a while to hang out with him on the weekends.
"So, you excited for college?" Uncle Jake asked as he lined up a shot.
"I guess."
"Trust me, you're gonna love it. It'll be nice to be out on your own and staying in a dorm. You'll get your first taste of independence. Who knows? Maybe, you'll get a taste of something else, too."
I shot him a confused look.
"Pussy!" Uncle Jake clarified. "There's nothing better than having a girl take you to her dorm so she can jump your bones. You been laid yet, Glenn?"
My silence was all the answer he needed.
"I see, well, there's plenty of time for you to lose your V Card, man. Don't worry."
"I came close at homecoming," I said, trying to defend myself. "She just...didn't want to do it until she got married."
Uncle Jake shot me a look that was two parts understanding to one part pity. He quickly knocked one of the balls into a side pocket and walked around the table to figure out his next shot. Suddenly, his face lit up with an expression of inspiration.
"How would you like me to get you laid?" He asked me.
"What, you mean like hire a hooker?"
"No, no!" Uncle Jake said, throwing his hands up in the air. "The last thing I would want is for you to go to college with a fresh case of crabs. Let's just say that...I know this chick that is clean, beautiful, and would love to show you what sex is like, that's all."
I looked at him uneasily. In my head, I always imagined getting laid by someone I knew, like Erin Jeffries from next door, or someone I went to school with. What was I going to say?
"How about this? Just think about it," Uncle Jake suggested.
"Sure," I said, getting ready to sink the 7 ball into the corner pocket.
I decided to consult some of my friends in order to help make my decision. I wasn't surprised when they said that I should accept Uncle Jake's offer. Like me, my friends had sex on the brain. Many of them had already been farther with girls than I ever had. It became increasingly clear that I needed some experience of my own.
After calling Uncle Jake, he told me to come over his house next Saturday at around 1 PM. When I arrived at his doorstep, he stopped me and we spoke outside.
"Okay, she's upstairs, and believe me, she's all ready for you," Uncle Jake said in a hushed voice. "I want you to head into the downstairs bathroom and lose those clothes. There's a robe in there, so put it on."
He allowed me into the house and closed the door behind me. My heart was pounding with excitement as I went into the bathroom, quickly stripped naked, and then covered myself with the robe. When I emerged from the bathroom, he put a finger to his lips.
"Listen, the chick I got for you doesn't like talking, so you gotta promise me that you won't say a word when you get upstairs. Okay?" He handed me a wrapped condom. "You know how to use one of these?"
"Yeah," I assured him.
"Great. Go upstairs and head to my room. If you don't like what you see, then feel free to walk out on her. Remember, don't say a word."
"Okay," I said.
I took a deep breath and walked upstairs. Fear and anticipation welled up within me as I made my way to Uncle Jake's bedroom and enclosed my fingers around the door knob. I walked inside, closed the door behind me, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the bed.
"Jake, is that you?"
If it weren't for Uncle Jake's strict instructions, I would have yelped in surprise, but instead I clapped my hands over my mouth in shock. On the bed, lying on her back was my Aunt Bonnie. She was naked, blindfolded, and her wrists were tied behind her back.
Before entering the bedroom, I had been limp from the worry about losing my virginity to some random woman. But after seeing my nude aunt in the bed, I was harder than college geometry. My dick was jutting out proudly from the folds of my bathrobe.
I'd always considered Aunt Bonnie to be attractive. She was a slim woman that had been blessed with nice curves. She had lovely, shoulder-length golden blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and a lovely round face devoid of wrinkles, even though she was well into her 40s.
I remembered many of my family members telling me that Aunt Bonnie had done some minor modeling while she was in college; she had used the money to help pay for law school. I had never doubted those claims. Even after she married Uncle Jake, she was still getting hit on by random guys.
"Jake, please," Aunt Bonnie pleaded, snapping me out of my trance. "I can't take it anymore. Just come here and fuck me. I'm going to go crazy!"
I can see why Uncle Jake had told me not to speak. Thanks to the blindfold she was wearing, she clearly thought that her husband was the one in the room with her. My dick throbbed as I watched my aunt moan and writhe in the bed as she drowned in her lust.
I took my robe off and dropped it to the floor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. As I walked closer to the bed, I kept my eyes locked on her magnificent body.
Her breasts weren't porn star huge, but they were very large. Her teardrop-shaped boobs heaved and wobbled beautifully upon her chest. She had dark pink areolae the size of Oreos. Her stiff, round nipples reminded me of the pills that my mom took for her allergies. I longed so much to touch them.
I really should have walked the hell out of the room, but I was horny beyond belief. What else would you do if you were stuck inside of a room with a naked woman begging for cock? I put the condom on and climbed into the bed without a second thought.
Aunt Bonnie must have felt me getting into the bed, because she immediately spread her legs wide. I gazed down at her moist snatch, which was filling the air with its earthy, rich scent. I stroked her perfect thighs, gazing at the well-trimmed strip of curly blonde hair that crowned her womanhood.
I bent forward to bury my face in her chest. Oh, it felt so good to feel her firm melons against my cheek. I nuzzled my nose against her pointy nipples before taking one of them into my mouth. She tasted of sweat and some kind of strawberry-flavored body wash. I took a breast in each of my hands and squeezed them roughly, making her cry out.
As I savored the pleasures of her bosom, I humped her thigh. My sheathed cock was painting her thigh with lubricant. Aunt Bonnie's toes curled with arousal.
"Please, Jake," she wailed, drooling running down the side of her mouth. "I'm begging you, fuck me! I'm your dirty sex slave! I'm your pet! Take me right now!"
I took my mouth from her teat and knelt between her legs. With a low moan, I pushed myself into Aunt Bonnie. The scream that came out of her mouth aroused me beyond belief. More importantly, I was actually penetrating a woman for the first time in my life. Without another thought, I began to pump myself into her like a madman.
