You had stepped out to get lunch and run some errands when your uncle unexpectedly returned from work for a rare lunch at home.
After embracing me at the door (much to my surprise as I had just gotten out of the shower in your aunt's towel clad body) he smacked my ass and asked me to make him a sandwich.
How could I say no? I turned to go get dressed and he grabbed my arm and said plainly, no, in the towel. So I tiptoed to the kitchen and fetched the mayonaise worried you'd come home early and find us this way.
I realize my worry was a complicated one to have. I should want to be interrupted. But now tasked with making a sandwich I began to see a glimpse of the utility of your aunt's sandwich making in the family unit that is your empty-nester aunt and uncles house.
I spread the mayo realizing I much preferred this break to the biology final I should be studying for presently, and when your uncle walked in and popped my butt again, I had made quite sure to stick my butt out in anticipation when as I heard him coming down the hall toward the kitchen and I had hoped greatly that he would.
Properly throttled I waddled the sandwich over him feeling a peculiar new swell between my auntie thighs. My pussy lips at that point were already separated by a microscopic sheen, made juicy by the works of my pussy working in concert with the reluctant and unexpected arousal of your uncle's roving and firm handling of my curvy countours.
He took a big bite of sandwhich and patted his leg. Sit on my lap. And so I sat down feeling a slight squish of pussy and I proceeded to make his pants wet while he ate his sandwich.
I suppose he was still hungry. Because he carried me to the couch and took a nice lick through all those juices I had been making during his lunch.
And now his tongue weaves through me making a compelling argument. That maybe I shouldn't be so intent on leaving your aunt's body so soon.
He punctuates his arguments with unexpected strikes of my milfy thighs. One could be convinced. . .
I'm so overcome by him that I hardly notice when he jockies into position with his cock throbbing and settles his thighs against mine, spreading mine wider in preparation for him.
"Danny, Joe told me what happened about the hack. How you hacked into my wife. Quite an impressive display of cybernetic programming, I have to say." His cock pulsed and a crystaline stream of precum appeared from the tip and molten lavaed down his veiny throbbing monster.
He was already inside of me when I processed what he said.
At that point I made a token resistance, lifting my hips to stand up, but his cock had me pinned good, well into place, and each thrust simply pushed me back to the couch which mean me trying to get up became me rising to meet his thrusts, so I proceeded to keep trying to get up over and over until my first penetrative orgasm rushed into being and my pussy lips jolted around the pleasurably thick meat of your uncles thick cock.
It felt good to fight him a bit. It felt good to pretend I wanted to get away and that he had overpowered me. My feminine nature invited such handling, though reluctantly. I suppose reluctance is pretty hot.
I got a real good fucking, and like a good aunt between convulsions of my new hardware thought of all the ways I would reward him for it.
I settled on settling to my knees.
"Danny, the sandwich you made today was incredible. I was thinking perhaps you'd want to stay and make my sandwiches from here on out. Does that sound good to you?"
He didn't leave me time to answer. And in that delightful way your uncle takes charge, he made me say "yes."
A few moments later you walked in on us, but I was glad the decision had already been made. I'm sorry I was so quiet when I lucked up at you, but my mouth was full of come and I wanted to bask in it for a bit.
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