It all flooded back to me, his warm embrace, his strong arms, that coc—oh my god what was I doing? This was my uncle I was thinking about! Despite t...ose feelings though, I couldn't help how turned on I was, and had to refrain from rubbing my clit.I just dried my hair, and pulled it back into a pony tail, as I got dressed and headed down stairs. My Father and Mother were already up and at it, and my uncle was no where to be seen. I made myself some breakfast, and started eating when the back. I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at yahoo dotcom) and obtains permission to post it. Of course, all charactersdescribed herein are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyoneliving, dead, or undead. Anyone. "Working your voodoo," he added. Danni looked at him and smiled, as if considering something. "So I am, just so you could check out my butt," Danni said with mock indignation.She stood up and put her hands on her belt and started to undo it, with a seductive smile. Then she walked inside, continuing to unbutton her shorts. She stopped and bent over, sliding them down over her ass and stepping out of her shorts and tossing them on the chair. Her perfect cheeks were outlined in a black lace. Even in the flickering light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening juice. My mother was excited ... no doubt about it.With a slight moan she moved her legs together, shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as lubricant.“Ohhhh,” my mother gasped as my left hand began to massage higher, gently working upward. Her head was back on the arm of the sofa and she was breathing.