I told my mom (since dad never bothered to talk to me) about uncles behavior, but she just used to smile at me and kiss my forehead and tell me that i...am becoming a beautiful girl, and it is common for men to be interested in her.Last week, I went up to my roof to pick our clothes, and saw uncle doing something i didn’t expect him to. He was holding one of my panties around his hard cock, jerking it up and down, and another in his other hand, held to his face, rubbing it on his face. i was so. I took a few more steps inward toward the light when athunderous sound emerged behind me. I turned to see a large metal doorslam down in front of the curtain. There was no turning back now.I continued down the corridor using the wall for balance. I occasionallyglanced at my reflection in the glass, not sure who it was that wasstaring back at me. As I traveled further a sound began to grow thatoriginated from the opposite end of the hallway. At first it seemed likethe static noise from poor tv. ..."This was becoming way more than I could handle. Sam continued talking to her brother but I needed to stop this. I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door very loud as to announce to them I'm home. I could hear Sam's door open and heard them run down stairs. What do I do about this? One thing was for sure, I needed to change out of my work clothes. As I stripped down I had a horrible revelation. I seemed to have gotten a hard on while listening to my daughter speak about me. 'Oh this is. Her soft kisses and light touches on my breasts became her fist down my throat and torturous twists on my nipples. I pushed my mouth closer to her, forcing her hand further down my throat. I wanted it to be a huge hard cock, but the substitution was doing the job. She was amused by how much of her hand I could fit, by how excited I was that she was increasing the roughness on me. Two fingers had a firm grip on my nipple, and her other hand was thrown backwards and propelled forwards, landing.