Uncle Ed's Lap by Parker Ford

pressed to my breast stole my breath, the scrape of his new beard growth on my jaw had me dizzy. I wanted it all and then again and then again still. If our next fuck had us barely moving in an exhausted stunned dance of cock and cunt, I didn't care. I'd take it.
    But that was not now. Now was slow. I pulled at him, tight and tighter still, until he laughed and pinned my hands above my head with one big hand. He rocked into me, going slower instead of faster, eyes on me the whole time. “Shh, now feel that?” He rocked back and forth instead of thrusting and my whole cunt flooded with joy.
    “Fuck, yes, I feel it. Do you feel that?”
    “That tight little pussy threatening to snap my dick off?” he laughed.
    “Yes, sir,” I said. And then he rocked a little more and I came again. When I cried out, he kissed me, swallowing my sounds with his mouth.
    “So, you'll stay. At least to see how the first year goes.” Barely moving, he watched my face.
    I grinned. “Um...I believe the saying is... duh ".
    One slow agonizing thrust and he came. A hiccuping, languid kind of orgasm that had his face contorted so he looked like, behind his closed lids, he saw Heaven.
    Maybe he did.
    “Oh, my god, she's coming back!” I said. I flipped the pancakes and one slid off the griddle and hit the floor.
    Uncle Ed grinned at me, scooped to pick it up. He tossed it, overhand like a basketball player, into the trashcan. “You'll be fine.”
    “Might I remind you that the last time that...person came here you ended up taking it out on my hide!”
    “You deserved it,” he said, pinching my ass as he passed.
    I yelped but my pussy stirred from the trigger. “True, but still. Why is she coming back?”
    “I've reworked some of the finer points and I think with the life insurance and some stocks that Carole chose, we can manage two scholarships. Your aunt was brilliant with money and it's thanks to her that I should never hurt for money and neither should you. Not to mention, Ruth might be annoying but she's a damn fine attorney.” He pulled me in and kissed me.
    I had worried over the weeks, what would people say? Could we ever come out as a couple without a huge backlash? Should we move? It had all run through my head like whirlwind. The conclusion was that we should figure it out in good time. The trick was not to be afraid but be smart. I learned that from watching our fox. School started in two days and I needed to be brave. It had been a mad scramble and much string pulling for Jack to get me in on such short notice.
    “Well, I guess for that she can come into the house.” I scowled at him but I was kidding.
    “Gee, you're a saint,” he said. His lips rested above my beating pulse and he just stood there, holding me while I cooked.
    “This is what I'm saying! I am a saint!”
    I piled the pancakes high and calculated what time I should call home to speak to Mom and Jack. No one was batting an eyelash. I had always loved Connecticut and had talked about U Conn for years. Living with your uncle who is so close to school to save money was a no brainer. At least for Mom. Jack hesitated and finally settled with, “Just know that if you decide to give campus life or an apartment a try, Fi, all you have to do is say the word.”
    I had promised Jack I would. Part of me thought he might know, but Jack was fifteen years older than Mom, I doubted he would say boo to me about uncle.
    “You better be careful,” I whispered and turned off the burner. I spun to face him, locking my arms behind his neck and pushing my tongue into his mouth. He ground his hardening cock to the seam of my pussy lips and even through my pajama pants I felt such a sudden rush of need it was heady.
    “Why is that?
    “She's a nosey one, uncle. She might peek in a window and see us. She'd tell everyone.”
    “Maybe you should call me Ed,” he laughed. “Don't you think?”
    I ran my fingers up the long ridge of his arousal and reveled when his eyes slammed