The Seduction of Uncle John

I love my Uncle John. ADORE him! He’s my most favorite uncle! He’s ALSO a dirty-minded, perverted fucker that is in love with his niece! Of course, bratty whore that I am, I have used this information against him… in SO many ways over the years! All without him EVER knowing that I had caught on to his obsession with me. PLEASE. I’ve known about it since I was 14, and caught him in my room, sniffing my hot little panties!

When I couldn’t get my way with my Daddy, I would go to my Uncle John. I always knew that no matter what crazy thing I wanted to do, or what audacious amount of money I wanted… Uncle John would make sure I got it! Then I would sit in his lap and hug him SO tight! Lithe young body wriggling and squirming against him. I still giggle a bit to myself when I picture his face getting all red, and him shoving me quickly off of his lap to leave the room. I didn’t know what that meant.. THEN. Now I definitely know!

But guess what? I still do it. EVERY time Uncle John comes over, I jump into his lap, make sure to wiggle ALL over that big hard dick that I can feel through his jeans, and wrap my arms around him and hug him close, so he can feel my hard nipples pressing against him through my tight shirt! Mmmmmmmm. I can always feel his heart beating SO hard in his chest! That, the feel of his strong arms, and the manly scent of his cologne have always made my pussy ache! I have been toying with the idea of seducing my Uncle John since I was 15. Last night, a golden opportunity was dropped into my lap and I took FULL advantage of it!

Uncle John was invited over for dinner at my Mom and Dad’s house, and so was I. I live with my tiny-dicked boyfriend in a kick-ass condo about 20 min away, closer to Kiawah Island. (Now all the golfers are going to stalk me in December when they show up for the island golf marathon!)  However, I still maintain my own suite in my parent’s swanky, hot-shit,  blue blood mansion! …Sometimes it comes in handy for your Daddy to be a well-known lawyer with lots of money! (He still pays the bills the boyfriend can’t manage. SHHH! Don’t tell Mom! I can’t help that I’m the Carrie Bradshaw of phone sex!  I NEED my Blahniks..and my Ferragamos. AND my Chanel and Christian Louboutin!) It’s the sweet life, for sure- why do you think I’m such a fucking BRAT?

Uncle John and I had a nice formal dinner with my parents, and I wore my standard LBD (to you NON sissies, that’s “little black dress”) and my BRAND new Christian Louboutin red-soled black spiked peep toe pumps.

 I heart these SO much!

The dress is fitted and backless, with delicate spaghetti straps. Very simple, in order to draw attention downward, to my perfectly pedicured toes peeping out of my aggressively stylish shoes. I’d always noticed that Uncle John paid a lot of attention to my legs… eyeing my strong, toned calves appreciatively, all the way down to those delicate ankles, lovely arches, and long, slender toes. Tonight, they were dressed in shiny cocksucker red polish- french manicured fingers boasting the same colored tips, finished off by those glossy, cocksucker red lips. My hair was curled into long, spiral waves and piled loosely on top of my head, with soft tendrils falling down, framing my face. The overall effect being a very feminine look, with just the right hint of openly seductive.

All through dinner, I watched my Uncle John. I could see that, every time his eyes wandered downward to my feet, his jaw would clench and he would swallow… HARD. I smiled all the more charmingly, toe of one shoe playing idly up and down the back of my calf. Uncle John stood up suddenly, almost bumping his wine glass, and excused himself to the bathroom. I grinned inwardly, and hit the “send” button on the drafted text that had been waiting all night. It simply read, “NOW!” … A few moments later, the phone began to ring, and my Mom went to answer it. I could hear the low murmuring from the next  room, and in no time she was back in the dining room, telling my Dad that my brother’s Jeep had broken down, and he was stuck way out in the middle of nowhere, and needed a ride. I tried to look concerned, but all the while my stomach was doing flip flops of joy. My brother is the BEST! All evening, he had been patiently waiting for my text, so that he could lead Mom and Dad away on some kind of wild goose chase. What an awesome idea! I would have to be sure to thank him properly when he came home for the weekend! (Read my other blogs- my brother and I are what you would call… close. VERY close!) Mom and Dad hurried out, and when Uncle John came back, guess who was sitting alone at the dining room table? Right foot resting on the table top, one hand gripping the back of my ankle… massaging it. The other caressing slowly up and down the front of my leg. He caught sight of me, and once again I see it- that HARD swallow. I looked up at him, red lips drawn together into a sexy pout. “My feet hurt, Uncle John… will you take these shoes off and rub them for me?”

… DID he? If so, what happened next… ???!

The only way to find out is to CALL me!

Your very own Uncle Fucker,