Chapter 5 Caught Masturbating

• I didn't let the fact that the girl in the clip didn't affect my orgasm. Her boy stopped but Riley didn't stop in my head.
• Therefore as I went through orgasm, I watched Uncle Ron through a blurry vision, as he stood in the door with a half empty bottle of scotch in his hand, looking gruffy and red-eyed, staring at me in shock.
• It lasted for all of maybe 10 seconds? Then I jumped out of bed towards the wardrobe to find something to cover myself with but it was as if all the clothes had disappeared. I was just looking, I didn't know what to pick. Then My eyes landed on the shirt I had sniffed earlier. I grabbed it and quickly tried to wear it. But as my head emerged from within the neck, I felt a presence behind me and turned without thinking. My eyes met Uncle Ron's eyes as he stared at me, laughing in a funny way.
• The first thing that dropped into my mind was, "Is he having a stroke?" because of the way his lips went lopsided. Then it occurred to me that he wasn't in the door again but in the room with the door shut behind him. No he wasn't just in the room, he was right in front of me!
• How was that possible? Why was he so fast?.
• "Uncle Ron… I"
• Why was he not leaving?!
• "You look so much like your mother girl." He said in his southern accent which always surfaces whenever he's drunk.
• These days, its everyday.
• I didn't like the way he was looking at me. Staring at my boobs as if I was still naked. In Fact I was just half dressed. My waist down had nothing on. I came with a mini-dress shirt that reached to the knees and when I came in, I removed it and dropped it near the door. As for pants, I didn't even own one.
• While still trying to figure out why uncle Ron would enter the room instead of retreating and apologizing for barging in, I quickly dragged the shirt down and tried to walk around him since he seemed to be rooted to the ground and immobile.
• But to my surprise, Uncle Ron suddenly scooped me up and threw me on the bed.
• I screamed!
• More out of shock than fear.
• I hate pranks, sudden noises and movement. They make me go dizzy and trigger my horniness. Anything that can cause vibration in my body is a trigger. Including driving a car. If the road is bumpy or untarred like the one to our farms, I would be dripping wet by the time I get to my destination. Which was why I ran to Riley's room in the first place.
• Now Uncle Ron had triggered my hormone once again and it became a little itchy in between my legs.
• Angry and still in shock, I jumped on my knees and glared at him.
• " Why would you do that? What's wrong with you?!" I shouted.
• All Uncle Ron did was to snigger and move closer to the bed.
• I watched him place his knees on the mattress, one after the other as he stared me down.
• Bewildered, I cautiously backed away until my feet went off the bed. On the other side, away from him. I was just about to completely move off when he grabbed me by the hand, dragged me forward and crushed me against his chest.
• "Uncle Ron!"
• It was as if he didn't hear me. He was holding me so tight, I couldn't breathe. He buried his nose in my hair and started sniffing me like a dog.
• "Just like Helen. You smell just like her."
• Of course I will smell just like her. She is the one who makes my hair products. She likes DIYs. They keep her busy when she is not traveling, which she does a lot these days.
• Distracted by the thought of my mother, I got brought back to my senses when I felt him grab my buttocks and squeezed it just like Sylvester does.
• What is it with men and buttocks grabbing? I don't like it! It hurts.
• Then it occurred to me that the person holding it was Uncle Ron, Riley's father! My future Father -in-Law! I started trying to push him away but he was so strong.
• All my life, I have seen people fight, tear at each other and wrestle but I have never been in a fight before. The closest I got to fighting was pillow fighting with Riley and he always let me win. Therefore I had no idea what to do. I started getting scared.
• What did he want? Why was he doing this? Was it because he was drunk?
• These were the thoughts racing through my mind.
• To my relief, the pressure of his hands on me suddenly reduced and then he released me but still held onto my arms.
• "Uncle Ron, please let me go. Please." I pleaded.
• "You are just like your mother. Saying one thing but meaning another." He smirked at me before grabbing my jawline and squeezing it.
• It was painful and tears gathered in my eyes instantly. I knew my pale white skin would bruise if that continued. How would I explain it to Dad?
• "Uncle Ron, you are hurting me. You are ruining my skin. Please stop."
• Uncle Ron's eyes took on a mischievous glint that I have never seen before.
• "Ah, true. Helen will not take lightly to ruining your skin. She is jealous of it, you know." He sneered in a derisive way. It was at this moment fear started crawling from the pit of my gut, up my throat. I croaked trying to talk and move but he had me in a tight grip.
• "So what do we play? The dog and its master or should I be sick and you would be my nurse?" He asked as his eyes slowly left mine and gazed down on my lips.
• What was he talking about? Why did he keep mentioning Mum? I needed to get out of here.
• My brain was in a jumble. The itch was becoming unignorable but one thing was clear to me, I needed to get out despite what my body wanted.
• Just when it occurred to me that I could pluck his eyes out, he crushed his lips on mine and at the same time, turned my body so that I was now in the middle of the bed instead of on the edge. We crashed on the bed with his heavy body crushing me down. I was knocked out of air, yet he wouldn't let me go.
• The itch between my thighs had increased exponentially since he grabbed my jawline and I was doing my best to hold onto sanity, telling myself that Riley's father was out of bound and doing anything with him was abominable. But now that he was over me, pinning me down with one hand, raining kisses and tiny bites on my skin while using the other hand to undo his zipper, my body went into overdrive and nothing my brain told me made sense.
• Even at that, he was too rough and I hate rough sex so the pain from the bites and kisses were helping me to have a reason to fight. I was fighting, struggling despite the guilt of even feeling until his bulge hit my Vijay mole. To my consternation, I felt my waist jerk out, reaching for more contact.
• Uncle Ron snickered and became more excited.
• "Riley was really enjoying uhm. Reminded me of our younger days. I and your mother. Let me show you that I am better than Riley."
• He said. He then felt my clit and saw how wet it was.
• "Hmmmmn, always wet and ready. Just like your mother."
• Without warning, he dug in his fingers. I felt him curve the two fingers up and started rubbing at the cleft of my vijay from the inside. It felt so good. That spot was a new discovery and it brought me great pleasure. Involuntarily, I clung on to him as I wind my waist against him, meeting his fingers, thrust for thrust.
• Encouraged by my perceived enthusiasm, he removed his hands and proceeded to remove my shirt. More than him, I wanted the shirt gone so I quickly took over from him, flipping the shirt over my head and throwing it away.
• Uncle Ron captured one of my nipples in his mouth and did things no man had ever done.
• When Riley handles my nipples, all he does is suck and fondle them but uncle Ron was nibbing, biting, flickering and sucking the nipples, making me discover new and awesome sensations sizzling across my chest before spreading over my body.
• No uncle Ron! Don't do this. Please stop!
• I could only plead in my head, my body was no longer listening to me. The desire to have him in my Vijay was so great that I started slamming my waist on him trying to connect with his bugle. Uncle Ron smiled and returned his hand to my thighs and started fingering me again. I met his finger fucking thrust for thrust. His fingers were definitely stronger than Riley's and they knew their ways around. I didn't need to conjure Riley up to feel pleasure this time around. This was better than anything Riley had ever done to me. The sensation was so distinct and clear.
• Just when I was about to cum, he removed his hand and swiftly replaced it with his manhood, going all in at once.
• I jolted and screamed.
• He wasn't just the biggest dick I have gotten, he was the longest. I felt filled up and invaded. I could feel him in my chest.
• "Aaah…you are so warm..so thigh… Helen. I have missed you. " he murmured as he started moving in and out of me.
• This was the difference between father and son. Despite not being as big as his father, Riley would wait for me to signal him to start moving but uncle Ron just took what he wanted.
• All the anger I was feeling was only in my head, my body was meeting him thrust for thrust, groan for whimper. Then I came but he didn't stop. He kept going and even became faster. His waist was moving like a belly dancer. It got to a point where I couldn't keep up. He was hitting so hard I was having orgasm after orgasm.
• I was going through the 5th orgasm when I heard a loud shriek. It was so loud and ear piercing that uncle Ron jumped off me just as his climax came.
• With him off me, I had the view of the door. What I saw had me scrambling out of bed, looking for where to hide.