Chapter 4763 My Reddened Pussy With My Uncle(Taboo Sex):>Ep8
- Our new house guest was settling into the household nicely. C was also insinuating herself into my life in ways I could never have imagined. Between us had developed this secret little game of peek-a-boo which allowed me delicious views up C’s skirt sans panties. Each afternoon I was like a little animal waiting for my afternoon ‘snack.’ And like anything after awhile you want more.
- I rise early in the morning. It’s a habit which has slowly developed over the past ten years, so that now I’m typically up by about 5:00 am, just prior to the rising sun for this time of year. Some mornings I would go for a jog, or read a book, or articles, sometimes I would write. I loved this time of the day - the world was mine, silent and new. This particular morning for some reason my thoughts drifted to C, as I ran through my various mental images and fantasies culled from the last several months. I laid back in my easy chair and could feel myself go hard with the images which danced before my eyes, and began to stroke my cock through my jeans, masturbating myself. A little morning auto erotica. And then, I wondered about C, where she was just then (her room), what she was doing (sleeping), what she looked like (??).
- I rose from my chair and stealthily crept up the third story stairs, hardly believing my bravado. I was in my socks and I could move with barely a sound. As I noiselessly moved toward her door I could see it was open slightly. The third floor tended to be a little warm, and C disliked air conditioners so that though she had one, she seldom used it. I could see that she maintained circulation by leaving her door ajar and then opening all the windows. When I stood at the edge of the door frame and placed my one eye at the doors opening, I beheld C completely nude lying on her stomach sound asleep. It was beyond my wildest dreams! Her arm was curled around her face, with her hand bent under like a small cats. I could see her profile perfectly, from toe to head. Her blonde hair was disheveled around her laying about on her pillow, I could make out her soft shoulders, the narrowing of her waist and an unbroken line along the swell of her bottom and then down along her long legs. She had one leg lifted toward the wall and away from me. I stood silently and took her in as long as I dared, before stealing away back downstairs where I breathlessly finished masturbating in the bathroom. She was up by eight and we had a normal breakfast, with me knowingly eyeing her small frame, secret possessor of this additional mental image of her laying supine on her bed earlier that morning.