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Author’s Note: This chapter of Mothers and Sons is dedicated to a very special Lush Stories friend. A friend who can get me hard with a single “look.” She’ll know who she is when she reads this.Hi, my name is Rose and I’m madly in lust with my son Tommy. We became lovers over the long Fourth of July weekend five years ago but that’s not the story that I want to share with you today. The story that I want to share with you today happened many years before on another very hot Fourth of July. It’s a story about how I found true sexual satisfaction at the hands of an “older man,” my uncle. Sex has always played an essential role in my life but it was a very unsatisfying part of my life until Phillip took the situation in hand. Phillip isn’t my uncle’s real name, but we’ll call him that. My aunt doesn’t know about Phillip and me. Aunt Cathy, not her real name either, is a very sexually repressed lady and never really gave Phillip the kind of sex that he was so desperately seeking. Maybe I owe her a big one, no pun intended, because Phillip taught me how really Ataşehir escort bayan satisfying sex could be for a girl. I wasn’t a virgin when Phillip made love to me that very hot Fourth of July weekend but I had never had an orgasm during sex before either.I wasn’t a virgin but sex had always been very disappointing for me. I yearned for the kind of sex that all the ladies in my hot, bodice ripping romance novels were having but I got was a very inferior brand of sex. Boys my own age had no self-control. Sex with them was always wham, bamm, thank you ma’am. Some of them shot off before they even got inside me. I suppose that’s the bane of youth which wouldn’t have been so bad if they licked my throbbing love button until I found release or if they had even just fingered me until I climaxed but they never did. She got what they wanted and then fell asleep, leaving me to get myself off. I was ready to give up on ever having a satisfying orgasm during sex when Phillip came to my rescue.I matured early. By Escort Ümraniye the time I was sixteen, I passed easily for twenty. Like mom, Mother Nature had endowed me with large, firm titties that looked even bigger because of my tiny waist. Mom told me that I was beautiful with my curly, shoulder-length blond hair and flashing, blue eyes. At 5’3″ and 105 ponds, I was every boy’s wet dream. My Uncle Phillip’s too.Uncle Phillip was my dad’s brother and like dad, he was a big man in every respect. At 6 foot and 200 pounds, he reminded me of the Marlboro Man. He even dressed like the Marlboro Man in western Jeans, cowboy boots, and black Stetson. I caught my dad naked once as he stepped out of the shower and he had a cock that took my breath away. Even soft, it hung halfway down his thigh. Just imagining what it would look like made me wet in a heartbeat. I had many sexual fantasies about my dad. Judging by the way Phillip filled out the crotch of his tight fitting western Jeans he was every bit as huge as my dad if Bostancı escort not even bigger, if that was possible. I had sexual fantasies about him too.I spent my summer vacations with Uncle Phillip at Elmendorf Air Force Base. He was attached to the 732d Air Mobility Squadron. Aunt Cathy served as a nurse at the base hospital. Both of them were career military officers nearing their twenty-year retirement. Phillip worked days and Cathy evenings so they seen very little of each other but Phillip and I spent a great deal of time alone together, most of which we spent outdoors playing tennis or swimming in his large, heated pool. With 18 hours of daylight, we had plenty of time to play.I’m not exactly sure when I first caught Phillip undressing me with his eyes but having him strip me naked that way could make me so hot that I had to masturbate several times a day to keep my sanity. I dressed for Phillip, wearing short skirts with nothing on under them except for a sexy g-string or throng. I wore thin, cotton blouse that revealed more of my ample titties then they concealed. Phillip had a way of letting his eyes slide over my body as we sat across from one another that left me feeling fucked. As we sat across from one another, I could feel his eyes slipping slowly up my legs and soft, sensitive inner thighs like the feathery light caresses of an expert lover.