Uncle and Nisha

Text chat between my friend Saloni and me:

Saloni: Hey there…

Nisha: What? Hey, I texted you long back, and you replied after ages! WTF!

Saloni: Chill, you know my uncle has come to visit, we were having dinner, and my phone was on charge.

Nisha: Fine! Hey, did you check out Ranveer’s nude photoshoot? Gosh, I so want to lick every inch of his body. I have fingered myself so many times, and guess what? In the last session, I let him ravage me!

Saloni: Hmmm, nice…

Nisha: What? Just nice? What’s wrong?

Saloni: Umm, nothing.

Nisha: Oh come on, you know I know something is up with you, now quit stalling, tell me.

Saloni: Have you ever been touched by an older man?

Nisha: Oh, who was it?

Saloni: Tell me, have you?

Nisha: Yes

Saloni: Did you like it?

Nisha: Dear, unlike you, I don’t have a weird fantasy of being played by an older man. So who was it?

Saloni: You know my uncle?

Nisha: The one who has come?

Saloni: Yeah

Nisha: Who is he?

Saloni: Well, he is my dad’s older cousin.

Nisha: So he is older than your dad?

Saloni: Yes, he must be around 55.

Nisha: Wow, and did he touch you?

Saloni: Well, yes and no.

Nisha: What’s a yes and no? Either he did, or he didn’t.

Saloni: Well, that’s the problem. I don’t know if he touched as to feel me or just touched me.

Nisha: Do you mind telling me in detail what happened?

Saloni: So we were all sitting at the dining table, and he was sitting next to me. I was wearing the usual tank and short skirt.

Nisha: Wait, Saloni, you don’t wear short skirts at home. Those are micros. It barely covers your thighs.

Saloni: Yeah, whatever. You’re a grandma.

Nisha: fine bitch, continue.

Saloni: So we were all talking and eating, and then all of a sudden, my uncle looked at my dad and said, “I can’t believe Saloni will be going to college this year.” I was about to put the spoonful of rice in my mouth. I felt a big rough, heavy hand on my left thigh.

Saloni: I nearly choked and was shocked. I immediately looked down, and it was my uncle’s hand. He continued to talk with mom and dad. Now our chairs are quite close by, and the tablecloth is quite big. Both of these made it hidden for them to see where his hand was.

Nisha: Fuck, what happened then?

Saloni: I thought he just kept it to pat me, but his grip became hard. I felt him slowly caress my thigh and squeeze it. Before I could say anything, he asked me, “So Saloni, you’ve grown up. What plans do you have for the future.” You have no idea how nervous I was. My heart was beating fast.

While he was asking me that, his hand went deeper inside my inner thighs and felt so strange. He slowly moved up my thigh. His fingers were so long that he would have felt my panty if I hadn’t excused myself and got up.

Nisha: Why didn’t you stop him?

Saloni: Are you crazy? I didn’t know how to react and what if he didn’t do anything purposefully? What if it was just a casual touch? Anyways I just excused myself and went to the bathroom, and it felt so weird.

Saloni: Nisha, his hands were so big and rough. Trust me, our boyfriend’s hands are like a baby’s hand in front of his.

Nisha: What are you saying? Did you like it?

Saloni: I don’t know. It’s just that I have never felt the touch of a rough hard hand.

Nisha: Hello…my slutty bitch, are you saying you got turned on?

Saloni: Shut up! Stop thinking wild.

Nisha: Saloni, I have known you since junior college. I know you have a crazy crush on our PT teacher. So trust me, when you say you felt weird, it makes you sound like you enjoyed it.

Saloni: You are crazy. Now, I am going to sleep, talk to you later.

Nisha: Someone is going to get her fingers wet tonight!

Saloni: Good Night.

Text chat over.

I lie on the bed, still remembering the touch of those rough, manly fingers on my inner thighs. It felt different. My boyfriend has fingered, touched, and fucked me. But why was I feeling so weird after the touch of my uncle?

I kept convincing myself that it was nothing more than an accident and I was like a daughter to him. The panty rubbing against my pussy lips and a little hair felt different tonight. I didn’t want to let this thought come into my head but was I aroused by my uncle feeling my thighs?

Shit, how could I even think about it? I just turned off the light and slept. The sensation in my pussy kept going on. I decided to take off my panty and slept in a tank top. I don’t know when I finally dozed off.

The next morning I got up and went for breakfast, and mom was leaving for a meeting. She wore this tight white shirt, a short black skirt and a black coat. Her top two shirt buttons were open, and her deep sexy cleavage was in full view.

Uncle was sitting at the breakfast table, and his eyes were exploring the soft depths of mom’s cleavage. I got pissed off.

Saloni: Hey, my uncle is checking out mom’s cleavage.

Nisha: Hello. Good morning to you too. You sure can’t stop messaging about this uncle of yours.

Saloni: Gosh, his eyes are right in between her breasts.

Nisha: Is your mom in her shirt and short skirt?

Saloni: Yes!

Nisha: I don’t blame your uncle. Babe, your mom, is anyways fucking beautiful and trust me, I have seen her in a tight white shirt and short skirt. Her 34C looks fucking hot when she keeps her top buttons open.

Nisha: Don’t mind. Today many men will be fantasizing about her. Hell, if I were a guy, I would have masturbated while undressing her.

Saloni: Bitch, that’s my mom you are talking about.

Nisha: Well, yes, I know. You have an amazing set of tits right now, and your mom is sure to make any man check her out.

Saloni: Ummm, okay, but he was feeling me yesterday. Why does he want to check her out too?

Nisha: Wait a minute, are you saying you are jealous of your mom because your uncle is ogling at her boobs?

Saloni: Well, not jealous, but…

Nisha: But what?

Saloni: Nothing.

Nisha: You know what? Can you take a pic of this uncle of yours and send me? I want to see who this man is that’s got your pussy all wet.

Saloni: He hasn’t got my pussy wet! Here is the pic.

Nisha: Oh wow, he is huge. He must be 6 ft.

Saloni: Yesh, 6’3”.

Nisha: Wow! He is muscular too. I must say he is quite well-built for someone in his 50s. Oh, and he has a lot of chest hair and a rugged beard. No wonder Saloni babe is getting jealous of his mom. He must be huge down!

Saloni: I didn’t check out his size.

Nisha: I am sure you want to feel his, don’t you?

Saloni: Shut up. Bye.

I stopped texting, and my uncle continued fuck my mom with his looks till she left for work. I went to my room after breakfast and dozed off. I woke up after some time and came out of my room. I couldn’t find anyone and decided to see what my uncle was doing.

I knocked on the guest room door, but nobody responded. I slowly entered, and nobody was there. I could hear some sound coming from the attached bathroom and realized he was in the bathroom. I looked and found underwear on the bed.

I slowly went and picked it up and was nervous about when it might come out. The underwear looked used, and I decided to smell it. I was about to smell the underwear. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and I heard, “What are you doing?”

I was so shocked that in an instant reaction, the underwear hit my lips, and something wet and sticky touched my lips and went inside my mouth. It tasted weird, and I was so shocked.

Uncle: What are you doing with my underwear?

Saloni: Umm, I just wondered if you wanted to wash any clothes in the washing machine, so I came to your room to check. I was checking if the underwear was used.

Uncle: Oh yes, it’s used. There are some more used clothes in the corner, take them.

In all this, I realized he was standing in just a short towel, and his full, well-built muscular body was displayed. He had a hairy chest and almost flat abs. His thighs were covered with the towel. But his legs were well-shaped and looked strong. His body was still wet and looked hot.

I was about to leave the room when he said, “Wait….”

Uncle: Can you get some hot oil and massage my shoulders?

I was a bit shocked as I had no idea how to massage. He looked at my confused expression.

Uncle: You have never given a massage, have you?

Saloni: No.

Uncle: Don’t worry. Get the oil, and I will show you.

I got the hot oil, and he sat down on the floor. I was wearing a black half-cup thin cotton bra and black panty and just a long loose sleeveless tank top reaching below my knees.

Uncle: So come and stand behind me, take some oil in your hands, and apply it on my shoulders.

As I took some oil and touched his shoulder, it felt different. I have never felt such a strong shoulder, and it felt nice with oil in my hands. More than nice. I slowly applied the oil when he held my hand and asked me to apply more pressure. As I massaged his shoulder, we started to talk.

Uncle: So you convent-educated girls don’t know how to massage. Well, I don’t blame you, guess your girly boyfriends don’t do heavy work that they need a massage. Do you, too, have a girly boyfriend?

I didn’t have a bf but referring to my ex as girly, I responded, “My ex wasn’t girly.” He started to laugh.

Uncle: Well, you will find out what I mean.

I had no idea what he meant. As I continued to feel his shoulders, I had no idea I had started to enjoy rubbing my soft hands against his well-built shoulders and arms. I tried to move toward his chest from behind. But he was so big I couldn’t do it properly.

Saloni: Uncle, do you want me to massage your chest?

Uncle: Oh, I thought you were already tired, you want to do more?

Saloni: Well, now that I have got the hang of it, I don’t mind doing more. Anyways it’s just you and me at home, and I have nothing much to do.

Uncle: Sure, do it then.

Saloni: Do you want to lie on the bed? It will be easier for me to do it.

Uncle got up and lied on the bed, facing the ceiling. I got behind the head, took some oil, and applied it to his hairy chest. The moment I touched his chest, it was as if a current had run through me. His chest was so strong and hard. I slowly rubbed my hand and moved my fingers through his chest hair.

Those chest hair was sexy and turned on, but I tried to concentrate on my massage. As I continued to reach from the back towards the stomach, I bent forward, and my breasts would come near his face and come back.

I loved how my hands would slide on his sexy hairy chest. I didn’t realize he was watching my silky clean armpits, and he chuckled.

Uncle: I like how you keep your armpits clean. Looks nice and smells good.

Saloni: Aww, thanks, uncle. It’s my new perfume.

Uncle: Why don’t you come front and massage? I will be able to look at you too.

I came towards the side and started to massage his chest. I would bend forward and rub his chest and then come back. In all this, my loose tank would give a nice sneak preview of my cleavage. So each time I bent, he would see it. There was silence in the room.

We both looked at each other’s eyes and would see his eyes roll down my cleavage. I felt hot seeing an older man wanting to look at my tits. I don’t know what went to my mind, but I glanced at the towel covering his lower body. I wanted to see if I could seduce my uncle to give him a boner.

I was sad that the expected tent in the towel wasn’t there. I quickly gathered my thoughts and realized what a slut I was being to think like that. But at least a small tent. I mean, all the guys get a hard-on. I started to think of girly boys and wondered whether I was good enough for girly boys only.

Am I not good enough to give a real man an erection? I decided to do something about it. As I massaged his chest, I lowered my right shoulder more than usual, letting my right tank strap fall off my shoulder. As soon it did, my bra strap and a part of my lower neck were visible.

I continued to massage as if nothing had happened. I continued to massage for a while, hoping it would turn him on and he would get a boner. Five minutes into it, and still no sign of a tent.

I decided to do the same thing with my left shoulder. This time, both the straps of my tank top were down and exposed quite a bit of my black bra and cleavage. I noticed he could not stop looking at my exposed bra and cleavage. I bent forward even more to massage his chest.

This time I flicked his nipple with my fingernail. As I did, he looked at me, and I looked back at him. I again went back and flicked his nipple again and noticed something poke in his towel. I was happy to see that I had accomplished my mission and decided to finish it.

Saloni: Uncle, I am done.

Uncle: Oh, but you didn’t do my legs. Can you do that?

I was a bit tired but then decided to do it. I went towards his legs, and now I was opposite him. I pressed his hairy legs, and we both could see each other. I continued to massage his lower leg when he asked me to move up slowly. As I continued to rub his leg, I moved up slowly.

I rubbed his knees. He asked me to reach his right side, besides his stomach, and massage his knees. I stood next to him, and my tank almost came down my shoulders, and my bra was completely exposed.

My tank was now hanging below my bra, and my soft breasts were exposed. I rubbed his knees, and he looked at me.

Uncle: Your mother has beautiful long hair.

I was pissed that he was thinking about my mom while I gave him a nice sexy massage.

Saloni: Even I have got long and silky hair.

Uncle: Well, then you should let it open. Else how will anyone know?

I slowly undid my hair, and it fell over my boobs.

Uncle: Move your hair to the right side of the neck.

As I moved my hair, he could see the left side of my neck and my cleavage. I noticed the tent in his towel growing, and then he asked me.

Uncle: Put your hand inside the towel and rub my thighs.

I was shocked, and my heartbeat increased. I knew what I would get to feel under the towel. As I moved my hand between his thighs, he pressed his thighs together. My soft hands were sandwiched between his thighs. I felt his hard, strong monster touch my fingers.

He knew his cock had touched my finger, and he looked at me. I felt shy and looked down. He held my hand, pulled me closer, and pulled my tank down slowly. I moved my hand a bit, and he pulled my tank top off me.

I was now standing in a black half-cup bra and small black panties. I don’t know why I was kind of shivering and nervous.

Uncle: Remove my towel.

I was so shocked and looked at him.

(Let me know how you liked the curious case of my uncle in the comments, and I will continue the rest.)