Creepy Uncle Porn Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

As if possessed, she turned around and flipped at him, “And who the fu*k do you think you are to tell me how to live my life? You are nobody to me now, Declan Grayson! Nobody!” She screamed the last words at the top of her lungs, hoping he would finally remain silent and allow her to process the ton of information presented before her After all, it's not every day that she would get married and get divorced this way. “Who am I? You ask who I am to meddle in your affairs. Selene Davies… I am your fu*king Uncle. That’s who I am…” … To be continued…

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To be used like our little sex toy? We’re gonna give you exactly that. Fuck you so hard you won’t feel your legs for days.” My cock jerked violently at his words, another thick bead of pre-cum welling up and sliding down the shaft. I couldn’t hide how badly I wanted it. “He’s… he’s my uncle,” I whispered, the taboo of it burning my throat even as it made my hole clench around nothing.

I watch, transfixed, as ropes of cum fire out of the pulsing rod, staining my dress and burning my stomach through the material. A sound of satisfaction that seems to come from deep in his balls leaves him as his head hangs, watching his penis make a mess of me. “Good,” uncle Connor drawls, lazing back on the couch like a king as his penis softens. “Now, no matter who you fuck, you’ll never forget who claimed that pussy first.” At the sound of rustling behind me, I climb off uncle Connor as fast as I can while he tucks himself away, then I arrange the blanket over myself so that it covers the cum on my gown.

I rasped, curling my fingers, searching. “Oh god…Right there!” His shout echoed off the walls. “There?” I fucked him harder. Relentless. The wet squelch of my fingers in his ass mingled with his moans—high, filthy, shameless. “You’re so wet, Miles. So fucking wet for your uncle?” “Yes… only for you…” He pants hard, biting down on his lips to keep his voice down. I slapped his thigh hard and he shouted. His whole body seized. Cum erupted from his cock in thick ropes, painting his stomach, dripping down his sides, Oh, my little nephew has a pain kink.

My uncle didn’t react to my kiss , but the moment our lips touched ,it seemed to bring out something in him . My uncle pulled me and made me face the wall and at the same time grabbed both my boobs so hard that I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure . A silent moan came out of my mouth as I held the wall and his heavy breathings all over my neck . He smacked my ass so damn hard that I could feel his hands on them . “ Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around , I fuck them , I fuck them so hard , like whores .

he says. He lifts me by my throat. Not choking, using the grip as a handle, pulling me to my feet, then spinning me around and bending me over the folding table. My tits press against the cold surface. He yanks my shorts down, no ceremony, just a rough pull that takes my underwear with them, and I’m bare. Ass in the air. Pussy exposed and dripping. He makes a sound behind me. A low, rough exhale. “Look at this.” His hand slides between my legs. Fingers dragging through my folds, collecting the wetness. “Soaked. Fucking drenched. Your uncle just skull-fucked you in your mother’s basement and your pussy is running like a faucet.”

my friend's cousin replied and left the room. After my friend's cousin left, Aunty put the sleepy kid inside a cradle, and Uncle locked the door. I closed my eyes in a sigh of relief; I was happy, and I thought, "Now my friend's cousin won't be able to find me." As I opened my eyes, I saw my friend's uncle and aunty standing in the center of the room kissing passionately. Lips interlocked, eyes closed, his hands groping her ass, her hand reaching down and rubbing onto his cock. I was completely shocked to see that. My pupils dilated, and I was completely dumbfounded, scared by the thought of getting caught. So I remained silent. They both then broke the kiss and got separated. Uncle held and

Pleasure bloomed instantly, hot and sharp. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over completely. In my mind, Ares was right there, kneeling between my spread legs. His strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him. His deep voice rumbled against my skin. “Look at this pretty pussy,” dream-Ares growled. “So fucking wet already. Is this all for me, Sophie? You’ve been aching for your husband’s uncle to eat this cunt, haven’t you?” I whimpered and rubbed my clit faster, pressing harder. My hips rolled forward, chasing my own fingers.