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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Cabin  (MF, Romance, Older man, Younger Woman)
From: Jimbo@oldfolks.hom
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 21:36:24 GMT

It was one of those weeks I had to get away.  I own a small business
and things were starting to get to me.  So I went to my cabin in the
mountains.  Nancy and I bought the cabin and property a few years
ago.  I was on five acres with lake frontage.  There were no phones,
I left my cellular at home.  It had electricity & water and ran on LP
for heating, cooking and hot water. It had one large living room
a small kitchen area, a master bedroom and a smaller guest room.
There was a nice bathroom off of the master bedroom.  Outside was
a nice porch that looked over the lake.  The area was heavily wooded
and very secluded and peaceful.  The village was about a 15 minute
drive away and had everything that I would need.  But what I 
needed was rest.  My wife Nancy had died of cancer in Nov. and 
now in June I finally was able to get away and be alone.  Cancer is
such a hard illness.  You see a person die piece by piece.  And 
when they're finally gone, you have mixed feelings because of
all the suffering they have gone through.  So I was still trying to
sort out my feelings of anger, loss, grief, and whatever else I 
could torture myself with.

I had arrived early and gotten settled in.  I was sitting on the
porch reading a novel that I had purchased over a year before.
Suddenly a car pulled up and a young, very beautiful woman stepped
out.  Her light brown shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail tossed
about as she jumped out of the car.  "Hi Uncle Bill!"

"Mandy?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't call you to ask if I could come up here.  But
you still don't have a phone.  Mom said you would be up here.  Please
don't get upset with me."

Upset?  Maybe I should explain about Mandy and myself.  She's
22 years old now, a whiz kid in school she is now working on her
doctorate in Psychology.  Her father had been my partner.  I say
had been because Mandy never new her father and I was kind of a
surrogate father to her.  Maybe I should explain.

Tom was 24 and married to Ann, I was the older partner at 31 and
had never been married.  The three of us were very close.  When Ann
was three months pregnant with Mandy, Tom was killed in an auto
accident.  She fell apart literally.  For a while it looked as though
she would lose her baby.  I had her come into the business to help
me run it and to give her purpose in her life until the baby gave
her even more purpose to live.  We became very close during
this time.  When she was ready to give birth to Mandy, I was there
in the delivery room (years ahead of when this was the accepted
thing).  That was the only time I ever saw parts of Ann that only
her husband had seen before.  But when Mandy came into the world,
it was love at first sight.  

I made it a point to be with her all the years she was growing up.  
From her first day home I would sit in a rocking chair and hold her
while she slept.  I was there for every school play, every birthday
party, every dance recital, piano recital, softball game; we were
close.  Until she was 16 she would curl up on my lap and we would
talk until she fell asleep.  

I was there when she cut her first teeth and when she lost her baby
teeth.  When she graduated from kindergarten, Jr. High, Sr. High,
her B.S. graduation, and her M.S. graduation.  She had spent a lot
of time on her studies so we weren't spending as much time alone
as we used to.  I have to admit, I could have really used Mandy's
company when Nancy died.  Her mother, Ann, was there and that
was wonderful.  But Mandy and I had that special chemistry with each
other.  so her visit wasn't an intrusion, it was a blessing.

"Mandy!  It's you!  I'm thrilled beyond words to see you."

I was thrilled.  She was the closest person in my life to being my
own child.  She was everything to me.

She bounced up the steps and flew into my open arms.  Mandy seemed
to have stopped growing taller when she hit 14.  She was all of 4'11"
and weighed 100 fully dressed and soaking wet.  Her baby blue eyes
were the kind that laughed all the time.

"Wow, let me look at you."  I held her at short arm's length and
gave her a good looking over.  "You're even prettier than I could
have dreamed you would be."  We hugged and kissed, and laughed
with real joy.  "Well how is school.?  I haven't seen you since 
Christmas.  Any romance in your life yet?  Any guys trying to 
replace me?"

"Oh, I've dated, but nothing serious.  And no one will ever take
your place.  School is fine, but I need to get away for a week to 
clear my head a bit.  I've been hitting it hard for months now."

I got the things out of her car and got her settled in.  She was so
beautiful.  So alive.  So real.  Having her with me removed pain
immediately.  Or at least I thought so.  Mandy held my two hands 
and looked me right in the eyes, "you still miss her, don't you?"

"She was the number one love in my life.  But I now have my only
other love right her with me."  Tears filled my eyes and Mandy knew
exactly what I was trying to say. 

"I have never found anyone who can measure up to you, unk.  They
all fall short."

We spent the rest of the day chatting and just sitting around reading
in that most intimate of times I called 'shared solitude'.  That 
evening I fixed dinner and while we were doing the dishes together
Mandy asked if I would build a fire in the fireplace.

"Sure sweetheart"

"And can I sit in your lap in front of the fireplace?"

At first I felt this was a strange request, but I couldn't see why
not.  "You bet sweetheart.  I would love the closeness we used
to enjoy."

"I want it too."

I made a nice fire and sat in the rocking chair looking into
it when Mandy came over and sat in my lap.  "Do you remember the last
time you sat here?"

"I think I do."

"You were 15.  Your best friend, Karen, was in the hospital and you
were so worried that she would be okay.  You sat here and we 
talked about what a wonderful friend you were to her to be so
concerned."

"You remember all of that?"

"Of course.  You mean so much to me that even those things were
important to me also.  I was so proud of your attitude."  Mandy 
just snuggled in closer to my chest, laying her head against it.

"Do you remember the poems you used to quote to me when I was
little?"

"Well you're not all that big now.  Yes I remember."

"Can you recite them to me now?"

Mandy was reaching for something deep in her heart.  She was trying
to recapture something.  I was more than happy to recite the poems
I had taught her when she was growing up.  After a while I looked at
her face and she was going to go to sleep.  She hadn't done that 
since she was 12.  "Hey sleepy head.  It's time to go to bed.  I'll 
get the blankets and pillows for the couch.  You take the big bed."

"No.  You are not sleeping on the couch."

"The guest room bed isn't made up Mandy, and I think I should use
the couch."

"You don't understand.  We can both sleep in the bed."

"Well, I don't think...."  she interrupted me.  "You don't think
what?  You don't think I can trust you?"

"Well yes, you can trust me."

"So who is going to say anything about it?"

"It just doesn't seem very proper, that's all."

"Proper?  To who?  I get the side next to the bathroom and not 
another word from you Mr. Prude."

She was right.  I could be trusted.  I loved her too much to let
my natural lusts make me do something horrible.
I have always slept in the nude.  Bedclothes were to be used
only in case there was a fire and you had to go outside.
"I usually sleep in my 'one button suit' but I guess I better wear
more than that tonight."  I said half to myself.

Either she didn't hear me or she just ignored me.  Soon she came
out of the bathroom in a long T-shirt and just wearing a pair of
those really small panties that some women wear.  I tried not to
stare at her, but she sure looked sexy.  She wasn't big breasted,
but what she had was really sensuous.  I could already see her 
nipples pushing against the T-shirt.  She went to the light switch
to turn off the lights.  The sight of her rear end almost gave me
an instant erection.  It was cute and tiny.  Fortunately the 
lights were now off and we could go to sleep.  I could now forget
that I had this beautiful, petite, brilliant, sexy, half naked 
female in bed with me.  

I didn't sleep a wink.  Mandy's being next to me made me think 
about our lives together, and all she ever had meant to me.  How
in love I was with her that day in the delivery room.  I had fallen
for her from the very first breath she had taken.

I had just started to finally drift off to sleep when she got up to 
go to the bathroom.  I didn't realize just how horny I had gotten
over these last few months.  The sound of her peeing really got
to me.  There is a sound a female makes that is unlike any other
human sound.  In my mind's eye I could see the amber juice flowing
from her urethra, past her labia and away from her.  When she 
stopped, I could visualize her wiping her pussy with paper to
dry up the lose drops.  "Stop it, you pervert,"  I thought to 
myself.  "I'm not going to make it this week.  I'm in deep trouble."
I'm going to do something and lose the one person who means so
much to me.  Get hold of yourself Bill.  Grow up.  Get tough.  Oh
Mandy, why did you have to grow up so beautifully.  Why couldn't
you be ugly and stupid, and horrible to be around?"

I had to lay on my side away from her.  I was to embarrassed about
the 'boner' I was sporting.  How could I ever explain that to her?
I finally got back to sleep and about 4:30 I had this incredible
'piss hard on'.  I carefully got out of bed so I wouldn't wake
Mandy up.  I slowly went into the bathroom and even sat on the
toilet so that I would make as little noise as possible.  I didn't 
flush because we always had a rule in the cabin about that, "If
it's yellow it's mellow, if it's brown flush it down."  this helped
conserve the space in the holding tank.

I came out of the bathroom slowly and quietly.  "You sure were
quiet," called out Mandy.

"I'm sorry, I tried not to disturb you sweetheart."

I crawled back into bed, and this time she snuggled up against
me.  It was really tough.  I was still semi hard, and feeling her
breasts pressed against me was unbelievable even with the T-shirt
between us.

I don't remember going to sleep, but a couple hours later I woke
up with Mandy's arm still across my chest.  She was sleeping on
her stomach.  "Bill, you've got to get out of here for a while
today.  Or you're going to do something bad."

When we got up.  I told Mandy I had to go into the village to 
make a phone call and I would be back in an hour or so.

I went to the village and made my call.  I went over to the coffee
shop and talked with a couple of the guys who had come to the
mountains annually like I did.  I had gotten my senses back and
decided to return to the cabin.  When I arrived, Mandy was on
the porch sunbathing.  Topless!!

"Oh my god,"  I thought when I saw her.  "Opps, I'm sorry Mandy
I should have let you know I was returning.  Forgive me."

"What?  What are you talking about?"

"I mean I didn't mean to catch you, I mean without, I, I..."

She just roared with laughter.  Then she looked at me, "you're 
embarrassed, aren't you?  I'm sorry.  I do this all the time and
didn't think anything of it."

I couldn't help but notice that she didn't have any tan lines on 
her breasts.  Obviously she had sunbathed topless before.  "I'm 
sorry.  I'm just old fashioned."

"I've seen you topless.  Because a woman's breasts are bigger
and functional, they have to be covered up?"

"Okay, you win.  I'm not going to get into an intellectual 
discussion with you.  I'll lose big time.  But why don't you
put on your top and let's go to the east side of the lake.  The
guys in town said the big fish are really biting there.  I still
have all your fishing gear here."

"I haven't fished since the last time we went out on the lake.
I would love that so much.  Just the two of us."

I got the fishing gear and when I returned she was dressed and
ready to go.  Even in her rather modest swim suit she was sizzling.
You just can't hide quality no matter how hard you try.  

We fished all afternoon and the guys were right.  The bass we
threw back into the lake were bigger than the ones we usually
ate.  With what we felt we could eat for dinner in the boat, we
returned.

"I have missed that so much these past years."

"You have always been one of my best fishing partners."

We tied up the boat and while I cleaned the fish outside, Mandy
went into the cabin to shower.  The fish were cleaned and ready
to go to the kitchen.  I walked into the cabin just as Mandy was
coming out of the shower.  She was using the towel to dry her
hair and face and didn't see me.  I saw plenty of her.  "Bill, you
are really in trouble now.  That is the most exciting body I have
seen in a long time."

"Oh man, Mandy, I'm sorry.  I didn't think you would come out of
the shower when I came into the house.  I feel really rotten about 
barging in on you."

She moved the towel away from her face and looked at me.  Then she
glanced down at herself.  Her eyes returned to me and she said, "You
haven't seen hair before?  You've never seen a nude woman before?
Aunt Nancy was never nude in front of you?"

"Wait a minute.  That's not even close to being the same thing."

"No it isn't.  I'm family.  Besides, I have spent time at a nudist
camp over the last couple of years and having someone see me
is no big deal.  In fact I would appreciate it if you would not
wear clothes in the cabin.  It makes me feel uncomfortable around
you with your clothes on."

I was stopped dead in my tracks.  I was not in any way prepared
for this.  So I stood there dumb founded.  

"Unk, there is nothing you have that I haven't seen before in 
different sizes and ages.  You really need to relax and trust me."

"Mandy, we need to talk."  I took her by the hand and made her
sit down.  The sight of her body was starting to really make me
perspire.  I sat next to her and tried my very best to keep my 
eyes looking into her eyes.  "From all the time I watched you
grow up I never once touched you improperly.  I was never crude
or rude around you.  I wanted you to always think back about me
as being a perfect gentleman.  One who someday you could trust
your daughter or daughters around.  I would have killed any man
who laid a hand on you, and beaten within an inch of his life any
man who acted crass around you.  Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Ofcourse I do.  You have been the model for any man who I would let
into my life.  I could trust you when I was young and vulnerable and 
I can trust you now."

"Well.  With you around me with no clothes on, sleeping with me
at night, and looking so fantastic.  It's really a struggle for
me.  You're not a little girl anymore.  You've blossomed into 
this very spectacular woman.  One who is, well, one who is.."

"Sexy?  Sexually stimulating?"

"Yes. Exactly."

"And you're afraid you can't be a gentleman much longer?"

"Damn!  I hate those psychology classes you take.  Yes!"

"And all this time you thought I didn't know this?"

"I tried to hide it from you.  I didn't want you to ever think of
me as perverted."

Her eyes sparkled as a huge smile crossed her lips.  She whirled
around and held me in her arms pushing the most amorous kiss she
had ever given me on my lips.  "Oh my very sweet Uncle Bill.  It's
no wonder I love you so much.  I knew very well what I was and
what I am doing.  I have wanted to be alone with you ever since
Aunt Nancy's funeral.  It broke my heart to see you hurting so 
much.  If anything were to happen between us, it would be because
I wanted it too.  I know I am so very safe with you.  No matter 
how much sexual pressure you're under, I know what your limits
are.  Besides, you have no idea how I feel about you.  Maybe I
want you in special ways that weren't appropriate a few years
ago.  Now just relax and let me keep control of the situation.  In
the mean time will you get those fishing clothes off and take a 
shower?"

I obediently got up to head to the shower.  "No.  Leave your
clothes out here and don't put any on when you're finished."

I headed for the bathroom thinking to myself, "Bill, you had
better make that a 'cold shower'".

As I stood under the water all kinds of questions and thoughts
were racing through my brain.  "What's going on here?  What
is Mandy up to?  Where is this going to end?  What will happen if
anything does happen?  Is this immoral, perverted, or what?  Could
I turn Mandy down?  Would I?  Would I even want to?  But this
is the baby I used to feed baby food to; the little girl who used
to follow me around, that I used to take to the park and zoo. 
This was that prima ballerina who always looked so small on
stage when she was the same age as the other girls."  I chuckled
to myself, got stern with myself, made up my mind that I had
all the resolve in the world to not do anything.  And then I 
realized that I was a man.  This was not incestuous.  She was
really no blood relation to me.  If she was some young girl at
any other place and things happened, it would be natural.  Yes
what would make this so unnatural?  "It would be unnatural
because it is Mandy, damn it.  She is not my daughter but she
might as well be.  Oh what am I going to do?"

I finished and was drying off as she walked into the bedroom.
"Good.  I see you understand,"  she said.

"No I don't and you need to know my feelings.  You're now a very
sensuous woman.  You're down right beautiful.  Don't you know that
the male inside of me wants to throw you on the bed and make hot
passionate love to you?  But you're the closest I have to a child
of my own.  For all practical purposes, you're my daughter.  So
my male passions make me feel perverted and immoral.  It doesn't
help that Nancy and I were so sexually active.  We did everything
imaginable that a couple can do.  I have been without that for 
over a year now, and I'm now sexually frustrated to go along
with the hundreds of other feelings I have.  I just can't handle
this kind of intimacy with you."

She ran over to me and again hugged me.  This time there wasn't
even a T-shirt that kept us from meeting flesh to flesh.  The feel
of her firm youthful breasts pressing against my chest was 
beyond description.  As she kissed me, I could feel myself 
starting to grow, to get harder.  

"I do understand.  Maybe you should know what I feel too.  It's
not just you.  I have planned each move for months, looking for
a correct opportunity.  I know how you feel about me.  I know
what our relationship in the past has meant to both of us.  But
I am a woman.  No less so than one you would meet anywhere else.
I have thought about what might happen to both of us if we had
sex together.  I have weighed the risks against the potential gains.
Maybe this is what I want.  You have never denied me of the
things I wanted when they would not harm me.  This will not
harm me.  Let's both relax and let what happens ---happen."

I was stunned.  I had no answer.  "She had this all planned?  
I was her target?  Should I be upset or flattered?  This is Mandy.
She's the most important person in my life.  She doesn't even know
it, but she is the sole beneficiary to all I have.  I can't get
angry.  Look dummy, she's not using you.  She's freeing you.  She's
releasing years of inhibitions."

For the first time, I was now looking at Mandy as a woman and not the
little girl I had masking my feelings about the moment.  I had really
been trying to protect my memories about a little girl.  I decided
at that moment that we were adults.  She was entitled to express what
she wanted to.  If I reacted as a man, she would have to understand
that also.  "Okay.  But I am a man, and you are a beautiful, young
woman who I have had the deepest love for since you were born.  If I
start to do something that is motivated from a pure masculine nature,
and you object, you have to promise not to hate me, and continue to
respect me.  Is that fair?"

She roared with laughter, threw herself around me and pressed into
me firmly.  "You are such a dear sweet person, no wonder I can't
find a man to match you.  Come on, dinner is almost finished."

I tossed the towel into the hamper and for the first time in my 
adult life, sat at the dinner table in the nude (at least I didn't
have to worry about getting spaghetti sauce on my clothes).  Our
conversations went from her schooling to world events.  Finally, she
started asking me about my feelings.  She wanted to know if I felt
I was recovering from the loss of Nancy, and how I coped with it.
This gave me a chance to unload months of pain.  It was very 
difficult for me to shed so many tears in front of her.  Yet she was
so understanding and encouraged it.

We finished dinner and did the dishes.  Mandy went into the bedroom
while I sat in the rocker with a book.  She had built a fire earlier.

Mandy walked out of the bedroom and over to the rocker.  She took the
book out of my hands and set it on a lamp table next to me.  Then she
sat in my lap.  It was one thing to feel her body warmth when we were
fully dressed, but now I could feel her smooth legs against mine.  As
she leaned into me her breast pressed against my chest.  Soon her 
head was against my shoulder, and she was shutting her eyes just
soaking up our togetherness.  I could feel the stirring of my cock 
just beneath her little ass.  I was getting to a point where I could
not be able to contain it, or hide it.  It soon became apparent that
I wasn't hiding it from her anyway.

Mandy opened her eyes, lifted her head looking at me and smiled.
"Well it's about time."  And with that she climbed off my lap and
started to play with my swollen member.  Her small hands were moving
around my cock with the dexterity of a surgeon.  I was caught in a
bind now, because I knew my last inhibitions had dissolved.  She was
in control of the situation, I was not in any position to stop her.
As her hand moved softly along the length and her fingers explored
the contours of the tip and under the glans itself, I felt my mind
start to race a million miles an hour.  Yet I was so caught up in my
feelings, I didn't say a word.  I felt the warmth of her breath as 
she brought her head close to my cock.  And soon her lips had wrapped
around it completely.  Shivers went through my body as I felt her
tongue explore the tip of my cock, while her hand was moving up and
down it's length with more determination.  I was astonished at her
skill, not even Nancy could make me come this way, but Mandy was 
bringing me to the place where I was about to explode.  Just as she
removed her head to look into my eyes with that pixie like smile
of hers, the same one she used to use when she was going to 'hit me
up' for something when she was a little girl, I exploded.  Almost two 
years of emptiness and frustration went sailing over her shoulder
and landed on her back.  She rapidly moved her mouth to cap this
'gusher' as another and another and a fourth shot of hot semen
ejaculated from it's imprisonment inside my body.  She astounded me
with the skill and poise she displayed in taking in all of my cum.

As I caught my breath and came down from my emotional high, I looked
in her eyes and asked, "where in the world did you learn that much 
skill?  Obviously this is not your first time."  It was kind of a 
bitter sweet question.  Down deep inside I wanted Mandy to always
remain virginal.  But I knew that someone as sharp and beautiful as
Mandy just couldn't be.  She was just too alluring.

She kissed me with the smell of my cum on her breath.  She smiled and
said, "I have a masters degree in sociology and am working on my
doctorate.  I have taken hours of classes in human sexuality
and have written numerous papers on the subject.  I have viewed
hours of adult tapes, and have interviewed dozens of people.  And
I have conducted some research on my own.  Now you tell me where
I learned to do that.  I can do a lot more than you think dear love.
A whole lot more."

At first I stopped to think of the disappointment of my little girl
being fully grown.  It was a difficult concept for me to give up.
The undeniable truth was, however, that she was correct and
I had to now change my view of her to that of her being a fully
grown and fully sexual woman.

"Oh dear Uncle.  If I gave you all of my body and soul every day
for the rest of my life, it wouldn't come close to letting you know
how precious you are to me."

She was right.  I hadn't given up my image of the little girl I had
loved for so long.  I sighed, "You're right.  I haven't let go of
my memories.  But I am so much older than you.  I still shouldn't
be letting you...."

"Of all the stupid, stereotypical, chauvinistic concepts, that is
by all means the worst.  Passion has no age boundaries.  And
quite frankly, women are at a completely different emotional
level than men.  Older men seem to be at a more comfortable level
for me.  I have more in common with you than with any man my age."

I had really pushed a button with Mandy.  She moved over to the 
couch and continued on with her feelings.  "Don't foist your 
hang-ups about age difference around me and expect me to accept
them as reality."

She got up and went into the kitchen area.  When she returned she
had two glasses of wine.  She handed me one of them and sat on
the couch directly across from me.  She looked me in the eye and
said, "In spite of what you are feeling at this moment, I am not
nor have I ever been promiscuous.  Mother taught me at 14 how to 
masturbate and relieve any pressure from hormones.  I have been
doing this ever since.  No man even touched me until I was 20
years old.  I have only had two partners since, not counting you."

I gulped down the wine, "you're mother what?"

"She taught me that masturbation is self appreciation and not
self degradation.  We even masturbated together, sharing our 
fantasies.  Most of her fantasies lately have been aimed at you."

She stopped and realized that perhaps she had said something she
shouldn't have.  I was shocked and got up for another glass of wine.
"I had no idea that.....I mean I didn't even know your mother was
in any way interested in me as more than a friend."

"She loved Aunt Nancy and never let her feelings about you escape
the two of us.  I've known her feelings since I was 16.  I guess some
of her feelings rubbed off on me.  But I'm not mother.  I'm not 
going to stand around and wait for you to make any moves."

"Don't you understand, you have two women who want you.  I want
you for this week.  I want you completely.  Call it what you want.  
An Electra complex, father-daughter syndrome, I really don't care.
I just know what this ache in my heart is all about.  And this week
with you is the only cure."

I guess most men would get up and throw her to the floor and
then proceed to 'screw her brains out'.  But I just sat there trying
to comprehend what I had just heard.  I had loved Ann as a dear
friend for a long time.  Yes, I felt the warmth of her body as she
consoled me at Nancy's funeral.  There was that feeling that this
was the one person I needed to be with alone.  But I always 
considered the fact that I was 14 years older than Ann to be too
wide a gap to try to tie her down.  Yet she had never remarried.
And here was my Mandy.  I hadn't made a commitment to either one of
them and I was feeling totally unfaithful to both of them.  I had 
already let Mandy have oral sex with me.  I came from the old school
of thinking.  This sexuality of the 80's and 90's was foreign
to my thinking.  

Mandy knew exactly what was stopping me from commenting, "now you
feel like you have to make a choice between mother and me, don't you?
Don't answer.  First of all, mother has no idea what I had in mind 
when I said I was coming up here to be with you.  After this weekend,
I will be willing to give you up for the only woman I would care to
give you up for.  I want this one precious week with you and then I
want you to make the last years of my mother's life the most 
fulfilling years she can imagine.  Please if you love me as I
know you do, just be mine this week.  Don't let memories of a little
girl growing up change what you are willing to give me."  

I sat there and looked down at the floor for what seemed like an
eternity.  Mandy rose and came across to me.  I felt her tiny hands
lift my chin and raise my head to eye contact level.  "You have 
always given all of yourself to me.  Now I want to give you all
of myself, please take me."  And with that she kissed me.  We had
kissed before.  I kissed her when she was hours old and never 
stopped through all the years.  She was mine.  But this was a kiss
that lovers give each other.  I felt her tongue push against my lips
and soon our tongues were crashing against each other as though
they were trying to blend into one tongue.  Nancy and I hadn't kissed
like that for over two years.  And now the other woman in my life was
kissing me in a way that would make an impotent man rise.  She gave
me every ounce of passion she had in her body with her lips.

"Let's call it a night," she said, as she rose and pulled at my arms
to get me to stand up.

My mind was really fuzzy now.  It was the wine, what I had heard from
Mandy, what we did.  All of it put together had shocked my system
into a numbness.

"Come on my love,"  she encouraged, "I really want to lay next to
you and just feel your body against mine."

The wine had also gotten to Mandy.  She was fast asleep long before
I could even start to drift off.  My mind was starting to come out of
the blur of the evenings events.

I don't remember going to sleep, but I remember waking up.  Mandy
was gone.  I hadn't even felt her get up.  Was this all a dream?
Then she walked into the bedroom still dressed in only that 
captivating smile of hers.

"Well, it's about time you woke up, I've got breakfast ready."

I wanted to lay there in bed and wait for her to leave.  I had a full
bladder and an enormous piss hardon.  But she wasn't about to
leave.  But for some reason she wasn't going to leave the room.

"You might as well get up.  I know what you're trying to conceal.
And I just might want to take a nice look at it in good light."

My impulse was to ask her if she had any modesty or shame at all.
But I realized this was a stupid thing to ask.  She was so much more
sophisticated than I would have ever given her credit for.  So I rose
with this magnificent boner sticking out and pointing the way to
the bathroom.  Much to my horror Mandy followed me into the bathroom.
I stood there for the longest time trying to relax my cock until it
be of a comfortable size to allow me to piss without getting
the toilet, walls, and floor completely wet.  Having Mandy in 
audience wasn't helping one bit.  I was getting impatient with my
inability to relax.  

"Well, what's wrong?"  she asked in a tone that told me she knew 
what I was struggling with.

I didn't answer her and continued to try to relax.  

"Why don't I just start the shower for you and you can just pee
in the shower.  I do it all the time."

I was to learn that my little Mandy was not going to leave anything
sacred about my life or her life.  

The water was warm in no time and she called out, "come on let's both
shower."  I stepped into the shower with her.  I wasn't going to 
fight any longer.  I was going to relax and enjoy what my little love 
was going to do, and what we were going to do.  

I had started to get completely wet and felt that if I was going to 
pee in the shower now was as good a time as any.  Mandy by now
had been able to sneak in front of me.  As I was letting a stream of
pee escape that had been with me for hours I felt her hand grab
my cock and direct the stream against her body.  She seemed to 
delight in trying to cover her entire body with my hot piss.  

"Mandy!!" I protested.

"It washes right off.  It's wonderful and it came from inside
you.  I love it."

Not only was she aggressive, but she was kinky.  I had finished and
was getting over my shock, when she spread her legs and squatted
very slightly letting out a full stream of her own.  I just looked
and shook my head in disbelief.

"I told you I do it all the time.  Besides it saves on toilet paper."

I stood in semi shock and just stared at her.  

"What's wrong?" she inquired.

I was married to Nancy over 30 years.  In all those years, I had
seen her genitals up close,"

"You mean you had oral sex?" 

"Yes I mean we had oral sex, or as you would put it, 
'I ate her pussy',"  I added letting her know that she was getting
through to  me to stop being so stuffy.

"And?..."

"Well, in 30 plus years, I never once saw her pee.  Stupid isn't it. 
I mean what difference should that make to me?"

Mandy pulled herself as tightly to me as she could, "no it's not
stupid.  Most women are very up tight about urinating.  They can't
go unless the door is shut and locked.  It's just conditioning.  They
are told that it's dirty and very private when they're little girls.
So when they become women, this becomes a part of their feminine
makeup; this modesty thing.  I lived with mom my whole life and
never went to the bathroom with a door shut, unless we had 
company.  And that was because mom said I shouldn't offend them.
I don't even shut the door when I poop.  So be warned."

I by now had started to really thaw out of my years long stodginess.
I did love this kid.  She was my breath, my heart beat.  She was
everything to me.  Now she was going to be my mentor.  "Mandy
I give up completely.  You have transported me into the 90's in
a few short hours.  Let's talk, and let's do whatever you want 
to do."

She smiled and squeezed me harder, "Yes!"

We dried off and she escorted me to the breakfast table.  

"I afraid everything is going to be cold now," she said.

"It's still edible."

We sat across from each other.  I remember thinking, "my first
breakfast in the buff."  As I looked at her I said what had kind
of stuck in my mind the night before, "you say your mom taught
you to masturbate, and that she masturbated with you?  That sounds
rather strange."

"Uncle Bill, you have to remember that mom and I are very close
and have been forever."

"I understand, but that really seems strange.  How did it get 
started?"

"Well,"  she paused and took a long breath, "I was thirteen.  I had
discovered what pleasure I could get from playing with my pussy
quite by accident.  Soon I was learning where to rub to increase
my pleasure.  But I was never able to orgasm.  Of course I had no
idea that there was such a thing, so I was content to just rub my
pussy and enjoy it.  One night when I was taking a bath, I was
stretched out in the tub with my feet up on the edge of the tub
and my head partially under the water.  My ears were covered by the
water and I wasn't able to hear anything.  I started to rub myself
and closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings.  I had no idea that mother
was standing behind me all the time watching me.  I later learned
that she was seeing if I was going to be able to climax.  But after
a while she made it known to me that she was there in the bathroom
with me.  When I saw her, I was startled and embarrassed.  She told me
she wanted to see me downstairs as soon as my bath was over.  I 
thought I was really in for it.  Well when my bath was over and I
was dried off, I went downstairs to the living room.  Mom was there.
I was waiting for her to scold me.  But to my surprise she was calm
and seemed very normal.  'Do you know what you were doing Mandy?'
she asked.  'Well, yes and no.  I mean I know what I was doing but
I don't know....'  She answered me by saying that I was giving myself
pleasure and that was a perfectly normal thing to be doing.  I was
relieved that she wasn't going to punish me.  'Mandy I do it myself
all the time.'  I was surprised to learn about that.  'It helps me to
keep from missing your father too much.'  Well she spent this 
time to give me my first lessons in human sexuality.  She let me know
that sex was a wonderful gift of life, but it was not to be abused.  
She told me that I would be having strong sexual urges and I needed
to learn how to cope with them.  And 'masturbation' is by far the
safest way to relieve my desires.  She also told me that after a
woman has had sex on a regular basis and then loses that opportunity
to continue to have sex, she needs an outlet even more.  She said
that she and father were very sexual with each other."

I smiled, but didn't tell her how much her father used to brag about
her mother's sexuality.  

"It was then that mother took out a hand mirror and had me explore
myself.  She said that I needed to know what I was made of and what
I should do and why.  I had never looked at my pussy before.  It 
really didn't look very pretty, yet it was kind of interesting.  She
made me pull the lips apart and let me see my clitoris.  I had no
idea that such a thing existed.  She told me how to stimulate it
properly.  But I proved to be pretty clumsy.  So mother removed
her bathroom and slipped out of her panties.  She opened herself
up and started to show me how she did it.  I saw her go into
a regular rhythm and not only cover her clit, but move her fingers
all over her pussy.  I watched her as her breathing changed and
her eyes closed.  When she orgasmed, I thought she had hurt herself.
I started to feel guilty that I had made her hurt herself.  But soon 
she opened her eyes.  'Mother are you hurt?'  'No dear'  'But you
were crying.'  She explained that those were tears of joy and cries
of relief and pleasure.  So I tried again.  Trying to emulate mothers
motions.  I felt her hand helping me.  I got my very first orgasm
that night."

"So that was the only time you two masturbated in front of each
other then."

"Not hardly.  Within a few months, I felt I could masturbate in
front of her anytime I wanted."

"You didn't feel it was perverted?"

"Mother's attitude about it was that as long as I was doing this
in front of her, I wouldn't be doing something else behind her
back."

"It didn't ever embarrass you?  I mean doing it in front of her or 
watching her/"

"No it never did bother me.  We would turn down the lights and
just do it.  We always seemed to orgasm together.  When one of us 
would come, the other got so turned on that she would come.  We
even would talk about our fantasies after a while."

"That's right.  You mentioned that last night."

"You know good and well that I did.  And I know what you are
intrigued about.  Well, when I was about 16, mother's fantasies
started revolving around you.  You were at the house three or four
times a week.  You did every thing for us that the 'man of the house'
is supposed to do.  Well, except relieve mother's frustration.  
Having you so close by and yet so far away added to her fantasy."

"This is really incredible.  I can't imagine a father and son 
whacking off in front of each other."

"That's a male problem.  I never had problems in front of mother and
she never had problems masturbating in front of me."

I wanted to press her for more details about her mother's fantasies 
centering around me, but was too timid to push for them.

This was soon answered by Mandy.  "Mom has fantasized about you
having sex with her for over a half dozen years now, and you never
make any slightest advance.  When Aunt Nancy was alive mother
admired that strongly.  But after Aunt Nancy died, mother has wanted
you in her bed so badly and you never let out the smallest hint that
you're interested."

"Interested?  It's a good thing I didn't know it.  We would probably
still be in bed together.  Of course I've loved your mother.  And yes,
these last couple of months I would have given anything to be with 
her.  But I'm too old for her.  She needed to marry someone much
younger than me.  Someone her age."

Mandy looked at me with anger I had never seen in her face, "You have
such a childish hang up about age.  I can't believe it.  A man who 
is so intelligent, and he acts like a whimp about his age.  What
the Hell difference does that make?"

I was really taken back by this.  I had never seen Mandy so upset.
I rose and went to her side of the table and tried to calm her down.
"Can't you see Uncle Bill.  You have successfully frustrated two
women who love you and would give you their entire selves.  And all
because of this stupid, childish thing you have about age difference. 
Does a pussy ask a cock how old it is when it's being penetrated
and receiving pleasure?  Does it really matter?  Or are you
so afraid that the world is going to comment on you being in the
company of a younger woman?"

"I'm sorry.  You really mean that don't you?"

"Yes I do.  If I choose to fall in love with a man 50 years
older than me, and want to give him everything I have, that's
my business.  If I'm happy and he's happy that's all that matters."

"Your mother really does love me?"

"Hey, this is my week.  Let her take care of her needs on her time."

I now tugged on Mandy's arm to have her stand.  As she did, I took
the initiative and kissed her with all the passion and love I had for
her.  Our tongues danced wildly together as they chased each
other from her mouth to mine and back again.  I could feel my cock
getting harder with each tick of the clock.  My hands reached around
her and soon each hand was cupping her ass cheeks and kneading them
with delight.  Our kisses seemed to be unending now.  I moved her
body even closer to mine as my stick cock pushed against her
belly button.  Not being able to stand it any longer, I moved my
hand between her thighs and onto her crotch.  Her vagina was flowing
profusely with her feminine juices.  I could feel her quiver ever so
slightly with every move of my fingers.  I wanted to taste her.  I
wanted to kiss her lower lips with the same vigor as I had kissed
the lips on her mouth.  I wanted to push my tongue deep inside her
and drink in the juice that was cascading from her depths.  With
my mind now in full sync with her mind, I broke off my kiss with
her and led her back to the bed.  Not a single word passed between
the two of us.  She willingly followed my leadings.  I made it 
obvious to her that she was to lay on her back and spread her legs.
As she laid there with her legs apart I moved my mouth ever so
close to her fount of femininity.  My passion was only broken by
the silly reminder that this was the same little pussy I used to 
put powder on and seal with a diaper just a brief few years ago.  Yet
it wasn't.   There wasn't that same familiarity to it.  This was a 
grown woman's pussy.  One that was hot and wet from the built up
desire to be eaten and filled with my cock.  

I moved my mouth over her sex.  She tasted so nice.  No.  It was
a nectar.  A life giving nectar.  It wasn't just nice, it was that
one thing I needed so badly and had kidded myself into denial
of it's necessity.  My tongue raced all about exploring every
crevice, fold and ripple of this territory.  He inner lips were
already turgid and standing at attention.  As my tongue touched
her clit, an equal electric impulse shot through both of our bodies.
her faint moan pushed me into even more pronounced action.  I eagerly
sucked, drank and caressed her entire soul.  I brought her clit
between my lips and rolled it so gently.  Soon she was stiffening.
Her body became completely rigid.  Her hips cause her vulva to press
firmly against my mouth.  Her moans sent a strong message of 
encouragement to me.  And then she went totally limp.  Her little
body was flushed.  Her breathing was rapid and she was twitching
ever so slightly.  As she came back to a plane of reality, she
pulled at me to place my body between her thighs.  

I was between her thighs and was looking at this face that meant
the world to me.  As I was looking I felt her hand grab my still
swollen cock and guide it into her wet pussy.  I rotated my hips
slightly as I felt the tip of my cock penetrate the entrance of her
vagina.  From this point on this was not the little Mandy that I 
used to take to the park; who I used to see looking cute but 
awkward in her ballet recitals.  No this was now a very hot and
desirable woman.  

With a mutual thrust of our hips I was inside of her completely.
I don't know if I had been deprived of sex for such a long time or
because she was so young, but her vagina seemed extremely tight
as my cock entered it.  And if she hadn't been so wet, it would
probably have felt even tighter.  I had only had a couple of 
experiences in sex with women who didn't love me, but we were
having recreational sex.  But having sex with a woman who loves
you is the ultimate experience in pleasure.  You have all the
power of passion, along with the depth of feeling.  Each stroke
of my penis gliding in and out of Mandy's vagina was another
'I love you'.  I also wasn't prepared for this young ladies 
sexual enthusiasm.  She was marvelous.  She did everything 
possible to make this experience pleasure laden for both of us.

My strokes came quicker now as I could feel my balls slapping 
against her buns.  Even her ass felt hot with the passion and love
of the moment.  I could feel the growing pressure build up inside
my body.  Soon I just couldn't hold it back any longer and that
monstrous explosion took place deep inside me, shooting wave
after wave of hot ejaculate deep inside her.  I tried to pull out,
but she wrapped her legs around me as the tip of my cock was pushed
against her cervix as if the two were embraced in a passionate kiss 
of their own.

We lay still for some time with my meat trapped deep inside her.
At that moment a strange thought crossed my mind, "Would she still
respect me in the morning."  For certainly the tables had been turned
by this very brilliantly crafty lady.  

We seemed to open our eyes at the same moment.  As I glanced
down at her face, I was overcome with her angelic beauty and my
deepest love for her.  The look on her face told me that what we
had just done was indeed right.  It was an expression that would
have been taboo if we were in reality uncle and niece.  We were
related by common consent and a mutual love.  But now we were
together in a common bond.

Her face lit up with the biggest smile, "I love you so much.  I
have wanted that for so long.   We have strengthened the bond
between us in a far superior way than a bloodline could."

We hugged, kissed and talked for almost an hour after this.  What we
said isn't important.  What is important is that the two of us had
indeed created something very special between us.

After a while, Mandy looked at me and said, "Uncle Bill, can we
go pick some wild berries and then make pies together, like we
used to when I was a kid?"

That used to be a special time together from the time she was 
old enough to pick the wild blackberries.  We would pick as
many as we felt we needed.  Just the two of us.  We would talk
about everything under the sun during these precious moments
together.  Then we would go back to the cabin and the two of us
would make Wild Black Berry pies for everyone.  

"You bet we can.  With all the rain we had this winter, the berries 
are really big this year."

She got up and slipped into a very skimpy two piece bathing
suit.  I just looked at her and smiled now.  Nothing was going
to surprise me at this point.  I got dressed and off we went.
My property backed up to a densely wooded area.  I had trained
wild black berry bushes to skirt the perimeter of my property 
years before.  This was kind of a natural fence for the times when
Nancy was at the cabin alone.  This meant that the only access to
my property was from the drive way or the lake.  

The berries were indeed as plump as I had boasted about them being.
We wouldn't need too many to make a pie for the two of us.  I was
getting warm and as we started to collect the berries, Mandy removed
the top of her suit, allowing her youthful breast to fall free.  
Somehow this was one of the most natural sights I had seen.  "You
don't mind do you Uncle Bill?"

"No it looks very natural, and your safe to do that around here
anyway.  No one can see you without us seeing them first."

"Good, then I'll remove my bottoms," and with that she stripped
away her bathing suit bottoms standing there in only her shoes.
For the first time in my life I got a glimpse of what a nudist
male must feel.  Her beautiful nude body wasn't sensual.  It
was like a finely crafted jewel set in it's most natural setting.  
She was just plain breathtaking.  I watched her in deepest 
admiration as she reverted to the little pre teen Mandy I had
watch grow up.  She was in a constant giggle and chatter as she
plucked the berries from the vines.  She was in her element.

We collected far more berries than we would need, but took the 
labors of our gathering to the cabin and into the kitchen.  There
we began to make our famous pies.  But unlike times past, we
didn't have to worry about getting flour or berry juice all over
our clothes.

While the pies were cooling, Mandy wanted to go outside and
swing on the swing that had been installed in a tree years ago
just for her.  No, I really never intended to remove it.  I some
how thought this swing might someday be the only thing I would
have left of her.

"Would you push me, and sing to me like you used to?"

"Of course I will,"  what a thrill to relive those precious times.

She got on the swing and I started to push.  But now, my hand
was slapping against her bare flesh as she would swing back 
towards me.  As she was swinging higher, her ass was coming
to my eye level.  There in the brightness of the sun, I could see
the smoothness of her body, the tightness of her feminine curves.
And quite frankly the masculine side of me was beginning to react
to what I was seeing.  Each push and I could sense my eyes 
trying to ride down the crack of her ass to sneak a peak at
what she would gladly give me a full view of.  There were no 
pants on my body to hide my growing hardon.  It just stuck out
from my body, totally unrestricted.  As she had gotten enough of
the swinging, she turned around to look at me and say, "but you
didn't sing to....wow, what is that all about?" as she noticed
the pointer pointing away from my body.

"Just a natural reaction to seeing your body and touching it."

"Well, I certainly know what I would like to do with it."  With
that she grabbed my hand and led me into the cabin.

She indeed did know what to do with my hardon and proceeded 
to show me.  This time as her mouth covered my swollen member
there wasn't the shock of the first time.  This time it was shear 
enjoyment.  I was determined to sit back and enjoy.  But soon my 
body was reaching it's familiar fever pitch and was going to 
bring this to an erupting end.  Mandy sensed this and immediately
stopped what she was doing and said, "oh no, it's not going to 
go anywhere put inside me."  And with that she moved into a 
position for me to again penetrate her.  Soon I was in her again
and soon I could feel my explosion coming.  When it did come, it 
wasn't the repeated blasts as before for four continuous shots, as
again I filled her vagina with my cream.

I collapsed against her in exhaustion.  I just wasn't used to this
much activity in one day.  It had been years since I was this
active.  Nancy's illness had restricted  our sexual activity to 
a point where it was eventually eliminated.

I rolled off Mandy and lay on my back.  She rolled onto her side
and said, "you don't end it that easily buster.  You have to help
me now."

"I'm sorry.  I just had to catch my breath.  What do you have in 
mind?"

"I want you to kiss me.  And while you are kissing me, I want you
to make me come with your hand."

That was simple enough, and a very agreeable request.  I pressed
my lips against hers and we engaged in some very warm and real
kissing.  soon my hand was stroking her vulva lightly and running
along the edges of her inner and outer lips.  I was gliding along
her wet slit and circling her clit.  She spread her legs and 
gave my fingers an even deeper access.  "I want you to dip your
fingers deep inside and bring your semen up to lubricate my clit."
That was fine with me.  It wasn't just fine with her, it was the
ingredient she needed to go off into an orgasmic blitz.  The
excitement of making me spread my semen with my fingers all over her
upper vulva seemed to excite her beyond description.

This time she didn't just crash into a climatic frenzy, she exploded.
Her body writhed and twisted under the shear force of her pleasure.

She took her time to come down from this height of ecstasy.  
"That was incredible.  I have dreamed about that for the longest
time.  Having my lovers hand bring up his seed from deep inside me
and rub it all over my pussy."

I guess it would have been nice to say that was the only little 
trick I had learned from a lady 30 plus years my junior, but 
she was full of new games to play.  The next day we had gone out
rowing on the lake and when we returned, both of us were ready
for a hot shower.  By now it was routine that the shower was
not just for one of us at a time.  

I had built this shower 15 years ago in my cabin.  It was not your 
typical mountain cabin shower.  It was quite large.  And deliberately
so.  Nancy and I used to shower together all the time.  

Mandy wanted to take full advantage of it.  But on this particular
day, before we turned on the water, she made me sit on the floor
of the shower.  She then came over to me.  My nose was about even
with her belly button.  She straddled my legs and pulled herself
in as close to me as she could.  I wasn't sure what she was going
to do until I felt a warmness hit my chest and run down my stomach.
She just made little cooing sounds as she emptied her bladder on
my chest.

I just looked up at her and smiled, "I know.  It washes off.
I can't believe you just did that to me."

"Why not?  You're mine this week.  Mine to have fun with and to
give and receive pleasure with."

She also should absolutely no sign of being inhibited about
anything else.

I did have the week of my life.  Mandy had succeeded in bringing
life back into my deadened spirit.  Her love and warmth brought
desire back to me.  Her youthful pranks and uninhibited ways made
me regain a zest for living, and allowed me to laugh and play for
the first time in a couple of years.  Why, I even got over feeling
sorry for myself.

But as all good things do, it had to come to an end.  The night
before she was going to return home and leave me in the mountains, I
planned to make a special dinner and celebrate my new found life.

We dined, and yes we even danced.  The two of us trying to 
bridge a generation or so of dancing styles.  We collapsed into 
each others arms.  And finally gave ourselves that one final fling
in bed.  I was not magnificent.  I was almost 60 and had been
trying to keep up with this young filly.  She had drained every 
drop of semen my body could produce.  And now she was demanding
more.

Morning came, earlier than I had wished.  This dream was now
ending.  We would have to say good-bye.  I helped her pack, and 
loaded her luggage back into her car.  With tears in my eyes, I
said good-bye to her.  Oh sure, I would see her again.  We belonged
to each other.  But I knew it would never again be like this.

She started the engine in her car and then looked me in the eyes,
"you will rest today, won't you?"

"Uh, well yes, I'm quite certain I need it."

"Good"

"Good?"

She put her car into gear, "I talked to mother on my cell phone 
last night while you were in the village.  She is planning on 
coming up here this afternoon.  I think she is also planning on
staying a couple of weeks.  In fact, she did mention something
about not leaving until you came back with her."

With that Mandy drove off.