I've always had kinky thoughts whenever I saw a "desirable" older guy — with specs, square jaws, six feet tall, the usual stuffs. However, "old" didn't actually mean people aged 50+ years, but guys who were around 18-20 years older than me.
However, I never had any incestuous thoughts (let alone experiences!) until last winter.
I was 20 then.
It was a Friday morning. My parents were out and I was alone at home. While I was doing my homework, I heard a knock on the door. I checked out through the peephole and saw a man, around 35 years, in his formals. And he looked pretty hot.
Leaving behind my childing infatuated thoughts, I opened the door and the man grinned, "Hey B! You remember me?"
My nickname was B, but how did he know that? And who the hell was he anyway?
I shook my head and responded, "No, but who are you?"
-"B, I'm your uncle! Isn't your mommy at home?"
-"No."
-"Oh, but, can I come in?"
-"Sure", and I let him in. I still couldn't recollect any event where I've ever met him. Noticing my suspicion towards him, he smiled and took out his smartphone, and showed me a photo. "Look B, that's you, 10 days old, your mommy, daddy, and me!"
I could pretty much recognise my parents there, and realised that the photo was testimony to his claim.
I accepted it and smiled, "Hi Uncle! What's your name?"
-"Bob it is."
-"Ok, what are you here for anyway?"
-"Well, I wanted to meet you", and shifted close tome on the sofa.
I was taken aback, but I was enjoying the moment — well, you can call me a lusty slut, craving to have my 'V'-wish satiated — especially when I saw the bulge on his trousers and his line of eyesight. I looked down and realised that he was staring at my cleavage, visible under my pinkish white nightwear; well, I did have a heavy buxom altogether.
After a long pause, I asked him, "Would you like some coffee or juice?"
-"Juice will do."
I rushed to the kitchen, out of the heavy beating of my heart. I've never felt so turned on.
I had just opened the fridge and was taking out a bottle of orange juice, when I felt a pair of hands holding my hips and a long mini rod getting rubbed on my crack. I got up and was about to let go off his hands, when he took my hands and tied then behind me.
Everything happened so fast, but I wanted it all in slo-mo. He turned me, dropped me on the floor, took that bottle and drained it all over my boobs. He knelt and began lapping my tits like a cat. Then he sat on me, and asked, "Which tit did you touch today?"
Of course, I used to touch myself while bathing.