That Fateful Day Ch. 02

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“Tomorrow morning?” I said with a sly smile. “Go ahead, make yourself at home.” I slapped Sylvie’s ass playfully. “But if you really need to, you can borrow one of my shirts.”

“Maybe I should, Uncle Mark,” Sylvie said. “I just remembered I have a Bio class in an hour and I don’t have time to go back and change.”

“Okay honey,” I said. “Through that room right there, and the shirts are the three drawers on the left. Take any one you want.”

“Thanks, Uncle Mark!” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek. She disappeared into my bedroom and closed the door. I wasn’t sure why she needed privacy at this point, but this was all still kind of weird for her… as it was for me. Moments later she came out, tucking one of my rock concert shirts into the waistline of her skirt. She threw her leather jacket on over it and picked up her purse.

“Sorry to have to run like this, but I can’t miss another class,” she said. “Thank you for the shirt.” She walked closer and gave me a hug. “Actually, thanks for everything,” she said, looking dreamily into my eyes. She leaned up and whispered in my ear, “Sorry I couldn’t give you what you really wanted. I think I might need a little more time for that.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” I said. “You’ve done plenty for a lonely old man today.” I winked and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She responded by planting a kiss square on my lips and moving her body further into mine.

“Maybe I can come back later, and we can, you know, go out or something,” she said bashfully. “Maybe, I don’t know, get a pizza or play some mini golf, or whatever.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” I said with a huge grin. “I would have thought I would have been Friendzoned by now.”

“Stop it, Uncle Mark,” she said, with an adorable frown on her face. “I have a few classes today, but I can come back around 6. Do you think you’ll be here?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said. “You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Especially if I suck your cock when I come, right?” she teased.

I wasn’t really sure how to answer that… so I didn’t. “Get to class,” I said, slapping her ass again. “I’ve always told you, education is the most important thing.” I had, but I was kind of still trying to be humorous.

“Okay, Uncle Mark,” she said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you a little later tonight.” She turned back for a split second, as if deciding what to do next. She stepped back toward me, and gave me another kiss on the lips. “I love you, Uncle Mark,” she said, quietly.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’m glad you came by to see me, I’ve missed you.”

With that, she turned and walked out the door. I watched her walk down the walkway to her car, watching every twist of her hips and jiggle of her ass cheeks. I watched her slide into the driver’s seat of her car, adjust her face and hair in the mirror, and drive away.

I had to sit down for a minute and take stock of the situation. Unfortunately, my mind was still going a mile a minute. I couldn’t believe what just happened. My niece had just sucked my cock and let me cum all over her tits. And now she was coming back later. I was giddy with excitement, but fraught with anxiety at the same time. What if my ex-wife found out? What if she wouldn’t let me see my own kids anymore? What if she told Sylvie’s mom? What if Sylvie changed her mind and told them herself? I couldn’t end up in jail at this point, but this could still easily destroy my life.

One step at a time, I told myself. And that step was going to be, take a shower and wash this whole event off of myself for a little bit. I headed into the bathroom and started the hot water. The cleansing water, soap, and steam felt good and calmed me down a little bit. I came out a little bit refreshed, and a little bit like I had just woken up from a dream. I put a new pair of sweatpants and t-shirt on, and sat down at my dining room table with the cup of coffee Sylvie had brought me. It had gone cold, but I still enjoyed it anyway.

I had just barely settled down, when I heard a knock at the door. I figured Sylvie must have forgotten something; I rarely have any visitors most days. I thought about answering the door naked as a joke, but thought better of it immediately. Good thing for me that I did, because when I opened the door, it was definitely not Sylvie.

It was Sylvie’s mom. Oh, shit.

I could barely conceal the look of surprise on my face. “Oh my goodness, Melissa!” I said. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?” I had to almost force my words through clenched teeth. I was terrified. Surely she couldn’t have known. Relax, I told myself. Just play dumb, there’s no way she could know.

“I’m sorry to bother you Mark,” Melissa said, walking past me into the living room. “I wanted to see if you had maybe heard from Syvlie recently. I haven’t heard from her in a few days now. I’m starting to get a little worried.”

I was torn. Should I tell her that I had just seen her daughter, escort kartal of course omitting the part where she had my cock in her mouth? Would it be worth the risk to make her feel better? Did Sylvie even want her to know she was here? I didn’t want to prolong her agony, but didn’t want to create any for myself, either.

“No, I haven’t seen her,” I said. Better to play dumb. “I’m sure she’s all right though, she’s a crafty young lady. She probably just went on an adventure or something. Have you called the school?”

“I did,” she said. “They say she’s been in class all along, but they won’t tell me where she is now, or even if she has class. Security reasons. Can you believe it? I’m her fucking mother!” She was starting to get frustrated and anxious.

“It’s OK, Melissa,” I said, walking over and putting a hand on her shoulder. “If she’s been in class, then it can’t be that bad. Maybe she got herself a boyfriend or something.” I mentally kicked myself in the ass for saying something so stupid, but it was plausible, and would be normal if it hadn’t been for… well, this morning.

She put her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do with her anymore, Mark,” she said. “I kind of hoped since the kids were grown when Donnie and I got divorced, that… well, maybe it would be easier. Rick’s doing OK with it, but I think Sylvie’s really mad at me. I thinks she blames me… I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel like such a failure.”

“Stop it,” I said. “You didn’t fail at all. These things happen to the best of us. I mean, look at me and Jess. We fought like hell to keep it together but it just fell apart. Our kids are boys, so they stuff their feelings about it down, but it sucks. We tried,” I said. I felt like I should have said more, but I didn’t know the answers myself.

“I know,” she said. “it’s just… I mean, I’m too old for this,” she said in an exasperated tone. “You figure once your kids are raised, the job’s done and it’s all downhill. But here I am …” she trailed off and looked around. “I mean, think about where we all were three years ago. Family vacations, holidays, and all that. And now… “

And now, lonely apartments and tearful, awkward moments, I thought to myself. Being a man myself, I also tended to stuff my feelings down but I did get caught up every so often… like Melissa was.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her. I pulled my chair over next to hers and put my arm around her. It was probably closer to her than I had ever been in my life and it was a bit exciting. I had always had a bit of crush on her, since I had known my wife. I never let it show, though, or at least so I hoped. Whenever I had dated a woman in my life that had a sister, I had always found myself fancying the sister a bit. Kind of like, the sister has all the things you like about your wife, but without all the negative aspects that come out living with someone day to day. So it’s like a crush of blissful ignorance.

But with Melissa, that had been amplified by one hundred. She was almost everything I had wanted in a woman. She was almost my height, but a bit shorter, which was perfect; she had a thick, round ass and silky brown hair, which was even better. She always dressed very conservatively, which made my imagination run wild. Today, she was wearing a grey sweater and some mildly form fitting jeans. I had to stop my imagination before it ran wild again.

“It will all work itself out in time,” I said, rubbing her upper arm. My crush on her had always kept me from touching her, lest I reveal myself to her and my wife. I was always worried I would look creepy so I just stayed away. “Sylvie is a good kid. She’s tough. I mean, Rick used to push her around all the time and she dealt with it. I’m sure with some time to deal with it on her own terms, she’ll come back around.”

“I know,” she said dejectedly. She sounded like she was choking back a tear. “Some days I just want this shit to be over, you know? I just want to wake up and be in my old bed, with my whole family, I mean maybe not Donny, but you know what I mean. I just want things to be back to normal.”

“I know, Meliss,” I said. “But this is normal now. We have to make the best of it.”

“I mean, what am I supposed to do? I mean, for love?” she went on. “Or companionship? I just want someone around to hug me and talk to me. But I feel like I’m too old to start off with someone I don’t know. And then what if that doesn’t work out, I have to start again?” She was starting to get a little anxious again.

“Shhhh…” I said, patting her on her other shoulder with my free hand. “You don’t need to worry about it all at once. One day at a time, Meliss.” I had no idea what to say. “You can always talk to me,” I offered. “I give a decent hug, too.” At once I felt like I had stepped onto thin ice. I couldn’t let my eagerness to get closer to her override everything else I had up in the air. Melissa would definitely tell my ex-wife everything, and then what about Sylvie?

She maltepe escort looked up at me. Her eyes looked like she had teared up a little. “What about you, Mark? You moved all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. Have you tried meeting anyone?” My stomach turned itself in a knot. You could say that, I thought.

“Well, there is someone… sort of,” I said, looking away. “It’s… it’s kind of new though, I don’t know where it’s going. But it’s fun.”

“That’s good,” she said, offering a weak smile. “At least you’re out there making an effort. I guess that’s the attitude I need to have. I just … it’s just so much. I’m done with new people,” she said. “I’m too spent for all of this.”

“Well, it’s not a race,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything, and even if you do, you can do it on your timeframe. Don’t feel bad. Just do what you can every day and you’ll see, it gets a little easier. You’re a good woman, and you deserve to be in a good place. You’ll get there,” I said. I couldn’t think of any more cliched crap to say.

“Thanks, Mark,” she said with a sniffle. “I’m sorry to come here and have a meltdown like this in front of you. I try to keep it all bottled up, but sometimes it just comes out, even when I don’t want it to.”

“Don’t worry for a minute, Meliss,” I said. “We’re all in the same boat here. You need to let it out once in a while. You know, get it out of your system.”

She gave me a strange look. “You’re right,” she said triumphantly. “I can’t carry it around forever.” She stood up. “Anyway, thank you for talking to me. I guess we’re in the same boat, you and I.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said. “You’re right, it is weird to see where it’s all gone. But kind of fun too… sometimes.” Like when your niece comes over and lets you cum all over her tits?

She turned to leave, walking back toward the living room. I hurriedly threw Sylvie’s coffee cup in the trash and kicked her stained shirt underneath the couch. Jesus, I thought. That could have been a disaster. We stopped at the door, and she turned around and reached her arms out for a hug. I was more than happy to oblige. I made sure to keep my distance while still trying to maintain as much contact as I could. Old habits and crushes die hard, I guess.

She pulled back a little bit and looked me in the eyes. “Thank you, Mark,” she said, and planted a huge kiss on my lips. Holy shit!

“Whoa, Meliss,” I said. “What are you…”

Without another word, I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth. She began kissing me, frantically, passionately, and her hands were squeezing the muscles of my back. She pulled me in closer to her and I felt her chest heaving against mine. Her tits were much smaller than her daughter’s, but adorably perky. I could feel the nipples poking through her sweater.

She didn’t say another word, but just kept kissing me. She began kissing all around my face and neck, while her hands made their way all over my arms and back. Finally she put her hand under my shirt and began to caress my chest, all the while kissing me passionately around my neck. My cock was again a step or two ahead of me, and was straining at my sweatpants yet again.

“Meliss… are you sure you want…” I trailed off. She wasn’t listening. She continued kissing and suckling on my neck as her hands moved toward the band of my sweatpants. Holy shit, I thought to myself. This is happening. She hooked her fingers under my waistband and gently pulled my pants down around my ankles. She then knelt down and pulled them off completely.

She then stood up and moved back a step. Her face was flushed and her hair was mussed. Looking me right in the eyes, she undid the button of her jeans, kicked off her shoes, and slid them off as well. Then she hooked her fingers in the waist of her panties and slid them off. She moved back in to kiss me again. I put my right hand around her head, and my left arm around her waist, and pulled us closer together. I could feel the warmth of her bare pussy radiating on my cock. We continued kissing and exploring each other with our hands. I put a hand up her shirt and found her nipple. Her knees buckled a little as I gently teased it. I kissed her neck and she moaned deeply.

She reached both hands behind my back and pulled my shirt up over my head. I took it and threw it on the couch. She did the same with her sweater. We stood and looked at each other for a second, making eye contact briefly. I took in the whole length of her naked body, head to toe. My imagination had not failed me… she was beautiful. We stood there, completely naked, for a few seconds.

I stepped back toward her and we fell into an embrace again. I pushed myself into her so that every piece of available skin of ours was in contact. I wanted to feel every part of her. I ran my hands up and down her back, grabbing and caressing her ass. When I squeezed her ass cheek I would push my cock as far as I could into her warm, wet mound. She started bucking pendik escort bayan her hips in response.

Wrapped together, we walked our way over to the couch and fell onto it. I moved on top of her and resumed kissing her, and touching as much of her as I could. I slowly kissed my way down her neck… around her tits… I stopped to tease her nipples with my tongue… kissed my way down her belly, and around her thigh. My hands rubbed her legs as I positioned my head between them to lick her pussy. I could smell its musk tickling my nose already, and it somehow made my cock even harder.

As soon as my tongue touched her pussy she began to moan and gyrate her hips. She was already very wet and I could taste her pussy juice on my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and devoured her. She gasped, moaned, and worked her hips around furiously. I started exploring gently with my finger around the entrance to her pussy. She wasn’t having it, though. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up toward her.

“Make love to me, Mark,” she whispered in my ear. I was happy to oblige. I took my cock and begin moving it around the outside of her pussy, looking for the hole. She reached her hand down and helped guide me. I started with the tip of my cock and slowly slid it in until I felt my pelvis touch hers. I could feel every inch of her velvety soft pussy wrapped around my cock. Each time I moved, even an inch, I could feel her whole insides move with me. We were almost glued together.

She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me even closer. “Mmmmm,” she sighed. “This is what I needed.” I slowly began to move my cock in and out of her soft, wet pussy. Her legs stayed locked around me and her whole lower body moved in unison with mine. The pleasure was excruciating. It was all I could do not to just begin ramming into her until I came.

I began to stroke in rhythm. Still wrapped around me, she followed my every move. She reached both hands up to my face and began to caress it gently. I kissed her hands and arms. Then she began to tease my nipples with her fingers and rub her hands along my sides. It was perfect.

Within a few minutes we had a good rhythm going. I was lucky I had already cum, as it was helping me last a little bit longer. I tried to force that out of my mind, though.

“Oh, Mark,” she said. “Make love to me. I love how you feel inside me.” Somehow, she knew to say all the stuff that she had always said in my fantasies all those years. Or at least, it felt that way.

“You feel good too,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say, but whatever. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell her I had been dreaming of this moment since I met her sister. I figured keeping my mouth shut had worked out well so far, though. She smiled and continued running her hands all over my body. Everything was very quiet; I could hear the sound of the couch squeaking under our weight, I could hear the sounds of her wet pussy squishing around my cock. I could hear her head gently bumping the back of the couch with each thrust. I could smell the sweat from her body and the dank musk of her wet pussy. I looked down at her naked body and saw it all laid out before me. Then I looked in her eyes and I knew it was all real.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. I tried to pull back so I could take my cock out and cum all over her. But she kept her legs locked around me and pulled me even closer.

“No,” she said, “you’re going to cum… inside me.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close. We were pressed right up against each other, naked body against naked body, heaving and sweating with excitement. I began pushing my cock as deep inside her as I could. The pressure built slowly but all of a sudden, it was there. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her into me as I came. Just as the first burst of cum erupted inside her, she began to shudder a little bit and she gasped.

“Oh my God,” she said. “Oh my God… I’m cumming!”

Soon we were both cumming in sync. Her pussy tightened around me in spasms and I could feel it almost literally sucking every drop of cum out of me. It felt like I hadn’t cum in three days, there was so much of it and it was so intense.

We slowly came to rest and looked at each other for a second. She was flustered; her hair was a mess, her face was red and glistening with sweat. Her clothes lay in a heap on the couch. We both kind of looked around and laughed nervously.

“Well,” she said eventually, “I guess I did get it out of my system after all.”

We kissed again briefly and she got up. “Can I use your bathroom for a second?” she asked. “I need to clean up a little.”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s right through there.” She collected all her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I watched her thick, round, naked ass as it walked away. I couldn’t believe what had happened… again.

Within a few moments, she was back out of the bathroom and looking exactly the same as she did when she had first arrived. I had no idea how she did that. Meanwhile, I was sitting on the couch naked, with drops of my own cum running down my balls. Not quite the picture. I hurriedly collected my sweatpants and put them on, then went looking for my shirt.

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