1. Debbie Comes Home


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Debbie2013, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    “Sorry Hun, did I wake you?” she whispered. “Sort of, I was just dozing. Anyhow, I’m wide awake now. Bloody jet lag eh?” I replied. “I’m freezing, Aunt Rosie, why is it so cold?” “The heating goes off at 10pm. Uncle Keith and his energy saving eh?” she smirked. “Why don’t you go downstairs if you’re wide awake Hun , the fire is just a nice glow now, and you’ll be cosy down there. Take your friend too, it’ll be like old times!” she said as she looked at the bedside table. She had no idea at all that I was holding the massager under the duvet as we chatted. “Aunt Rosie!” I exclaimed “stop teasing!” She gave me a kiss and left the room. As soon as I heard their bedroom door shut, I got out of bed and put my bathrobe on again. I unplugged the massager and carried it down the hallway to the stairs. On my descent I recalled all the times I’d crept down during the night over the years to have some time alone by the fire. As I entered the living room, the warmth felt so nice on my body. I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of Uncle Keith by the fire, snoring quietly . He was naked and lying on a massive fluffy blanket! I was frozen to the spot. Hand still clutching the handle of the unclosed door behind me, it was my instinct to turn round and go back to bed, and forget what I’d just seen, and yet I seemed to stand still for an eternity. So many thoughts were going through my mind, one of which was that Aunt Rosie had sent me downstairs encouraging me to masturbate, knowing ...
    that Uncle Keith was there naked and sleeping! Very slowly and with my feet nailed to the floor, I began to close the door behind me, a tiny click of the latch signaling that the door was fully shut. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Asking myself what was I doing? What were my intentions? What did I want to happen? Head awash with so many scenarios, I opened my eyes and walked slowly towards him. Very small steps so he wouldn’t hear my tiny feet on the thick pile carpet. I placed the massager down on the sofa and knelt on the floor as slowly and quietly as I could. I just looked at him sleeping. His big strong arms that had cuddled me closely all my life. His flat tummy that he took so much pride in keeping. It’s funny how I avoided looking at his penis despite it being in full view. However, eventually my eyes were drawn to that area. His flaccid cock lay there on his lower tummy bathed in a tiny pool of what could only be the remains of his orgasm. His body was slick with a very generous amount of oil from the massage that my Aunt Rosie had obviously given him during their session together. I took a breath, and reached out my hands to his legs. He was warm and smooth. I began to rub him up and down each of his thighs, one hand mirroring the other's movement. This action brought a gentle sigh of contentment from him. Worried that he might see me, I stopped for a moment and reached across the floor for the shirt that he’d been wearing that night, and laid it softly ...
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