Friend of the Family Part 1

By tazsis1

I’m a very successful man… really I am. I have a great job and I’m very rich. I invented a piece of tiny mechanics — essentially a fancy carbon fibre hinge – that is used in millions and millions of mobile phones. I get to go on lecture tours and last year I went to a Buckingham Palace tea party to meet the Queen in recognition of my contribution to British industry. My name is Tim Lang. You may have heard of me. Everywhere I go, I am shown respect and admiration. In my field, I am a real mover and a shaker. I also have a gorgeous, loving wife, Anna, and we have a beautiful 12-year-old daughter. I’m slim and I keep fit, and many people think I’m very hansom in a bookish, professorial way.

But six months ago, my old uncle Jack came to stay, and things started to fall apart… all my wealth and status were worth nothing as he took over my home and life.

He’s not a real uncle, an old friend of my Dad’s from the navy. My parents are dead now, but somehow Jack has stayed in touch with me. When I was a child, he lived with us for periods. He never married and often had some young floozy ten or fifteen years his junior hanging off his arm. He constantly bullied me wanted me to “be more of a man” when I was a bit of a nerd and into my books and computers. Jack is not, never really was, a good-looking man.

As a child, I thought of him as a Hobbit. He is short and wiry, and now, at 60 years old, entirely bald. He was always incredibly fit and muscled from military service. Jack has a powerful, commanding physical presence to go with his manner. I never understood why my parents liked him so much, why they even tolerated him. He was very forceful and arrogant. He always made crude comments and flirted outrageously with my Mum.

Out of the blue, I got a phone call from Jack. He was in town, wanted to visit, to catch up over dinner. I invited him for Friday night. Immediately I hung up, I regretted it. He turned up with a bottle of whisky and a suitcase in the taxi straight from the train station. He’d been in the house five minutes when he asked if he could stay for a few nights. We couldn’t refuse him without making a big scene. Anna put on a great dinner, and we all got a little drunk.

It was fun, in its way. Jack was on form, telling stories and charming Anna as only he could. Finally, a little short of midnight, she showed Jack to the guest room and settled him in. Anna came into our bedroom about 20 minutes later with a massive grin on her face.

“What is it?”

I was in bed waiting for her.

“Oh, nothing. You know Jack.”

Anna went into the bathroom to remove make-up and brush her teeth. She got into bed, dressed in one of her short cotton nighties.

“Tell me. What has he done now?”

“He went on and on about how sexy I was and asked loads of questions about our sex life.”

“Oh, God! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. He is such a crude man. I’ll ask him to leave tomorrow morning, straight after breakfast.”

“No, it’s ok, Tim. It’s funny, sort of.”

Anna cuddled up to me, laying her head on my chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up across my thighs.

“What did he ask?”

“He asked if you could handle “such a hot wife.” How often do we do it? What kind of lover you were? Was I satisfied?”

“What did you say?”

“I brushed him off. I’m not talking to him about that sort of thing.”

“Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully.”

“He went on and on about my bottom… how round and firm it looked, called it “fuckable”. Do you think he meant sodomy? And my breasts. He said they must jiggle about when you’re “pounding away” in me. He is so rude, and it’s creepy coming from an old man like that. He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted.”

I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting an erection. As soon as I became conscious of it, my cock grew iron-hard and extended to its entire length. I twisted a little, trying to keep my penis away from Anna’s leg. I didn’t want her to know.

“He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting, I kiss him on the lips.”

Anna held me tighter, and her leg came further up, pressed onto my hard penis.

“Timmy. Christ. This is exciting for you. What a little pervert you are.”

Anna’s hand reached up to my groin. Her fingers opened up the hole in the front of my pajamas and massaged my scrotum, then she took me in her hand and stroked gently and slowly.

“Go on,” I said. This came out as a constricted croak.

She chuckled.

“He wouldn’t let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my mouth. He caught me by surprise.”

Anna paused. She was masturbating me harder now, still slow. She pulled the duvet back to expose me. I was streaming pre-cum. She used this to lubricate me.

“He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom, and one went up to my jumper and mauled my breast. He got inside the bra and tweaked my nipple hard. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away, he got what he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said: “Goodnight sweet, sexy Anna. See you tomorrow.” As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me tightly. I felt his hard, hot cock. It felt huge and heavy and hard as iron. That was it. That’s what happened.”

Ann was still wanking me slowly. We were both breathing heavily.

“Stop. Please. I’m going to come.”

Her hand just held me.

“What made you so hot? Jack’s behavior? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me? That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge cock? He’s much, much bigger than you, you know. He’s enormous, like a horse. Do you think that is why your Mum liked having him around? Was he her lover?”

Anna pulled my pajamas down, straddled my waist, and let herself down on me smoothly, all the way. She was hot and wet.

“Try to hold on, Timmy. If you can’t, you are going to be eating creampie when I sit firmly on your face.”

I didn’t move. One thrust might have done for me. Anna smiled at me, and she ground down on me gently. She pulled her nighty off her shoulders to bare her breasts. She leaned forward on her hands and dangled her heavy, beautiful tits into my face.

“He’s not going to stop his flirting and groping, you know. I bet he gets more adventurous, ruder, more demanding… he’ll definitely want more… what are we going to do… if he wants to go further… wants to fuck me, you know….and… I’m fascinated… I’ve never seen one so big, in the flesh… how would you like your lovely wife… beautiful trophy wife… to fuck a man like him… ugly and nasty you know, monstrous… but… with a cock like that, any woman becomes a hungry slut…”

Anna was babbling. All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes she groaned or sighed, and at times I could barely make out what she was saying. She got more and more excited as she went, grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. I stayed with her, concentrating on holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight.

“Or maybe you want him… I bet he’ll let you suck it… I bet he’d fuck you till you screamed like a little bitch…”

I came hard then, grunting and panting, shocked by what my wife had said, at her dirty language.

Anna looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Timmy, my tiny little Timmy… Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want your uncle’s monster cock?”

She stroked my face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off me. She stood up on the bed and turned around. She lowered her magnificent behind slowly onto my face, settling the rosebud of her arsehole onto my nose and her flooded, swampy cunt onto my mouth.


Read Part 2…


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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