Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2000 21:05:28 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 16) Disclaimer: The following story deals with incest, watersports and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen, or find this kind of sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE! HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 16) By Rim4you 1 By the end of that eventful summer and two weeks before I begun my senior year in high school, Jeffery and I were making the transition from home to our apartment at Falcon's Cove. Mom insisted upon buying Jeffery and I a living room suite and seeing to it that our kitchen had all the basic necessities like pots, pans, dishes and other utensils she rumaged from her own kitchen. "I don't want you guys just eating fast food junk either!" Mom insisted, "Jeffery, you and I are going grocery shopping and then there are some other things I want to get for you two." "Ah Sheila!" Jeffery exclaimed. "You've done so much already for Squirt and I!" "Well," Sheila sighed, "it's my last chance to mother you two! Come on, Jeffery, let's get going. Squirt! You and your father stay here and get the rest of you and Jeffery's things together and listen for the phone. Haverty's is supposed to call confirming what time they are going to deliver the furniture to your apartment. Jeffery and I will be busy for most of the day. You guys just take care of things around here okay?" "But Mom!" I protested, wanting to go with them, "we've just about gotten everything packed and boxed up. Can't I come along? Dad can listen for the phone!" "I know, Sweetie," Mom answered, "but there are some things I want to discuss with Jeffery, okay?" "What'd I do know, Mommy?" Jeffery whined, in his best "little kid" voice that he could muster. "Your gonna get it now, Jeffery!" I teased back. "Just wait'll she tells Dad and then you'll get the whoppin' of your life!" "Will not!" Jeffery whined. "Will too!" I snickered back. "Knock it off boys!" Dad bellowed, laughing. "Or I'll take the both of you over my knee and tan your hides!" "Oh my," Mom sighed. "You're not gonna start crying, Mom, are you?" I asked, seeing that far away look in her eyes as if Jeffery and I's horsing around had triggered a memory of a time that had past. Of when Jeffery and I were younger and would be roughhousing it up, yelling and hollering at each other. "No! I hope not. Anyway ... come on, Jeffery, let's get going. I have a million things I want to get done today." As Mom headed out the door, Jeffery gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Squirt!" "I love you too, Jeffery!" I sighed, trailing my hand over his muscular chest. Jeffery responded by giving my crotch a light squeeze and then headed out the door towards the car. 2 My mind must have drifted as I just leaned against the door frame staring nowhere, my hand groping the object that Jeffery had just touched. I didn't even notice my Dad approach me and place his hand over mine squeezing my crotch with me. "Got some time to spare for your Dad, Squirt?" I gazed up into my Dad's piercing eyes and saw his yearning, his need. He looked so devastatingly handsome and so sexy in his tank top which scooped low and accentuated his muscular chest, revealing his fine mat of brown fur. His black nylon running shorts fit him tightly and clearly revealed the prominent bulge between his legs. "I'll always have time for you, Dad," I whispered softly. Releasing my hand from my crotch, I reached up and clasped the back of Dad's head and drew him towards me. Our lips met in a kiss of tenderness and fiery passion. He pulled me against him, locking me within his powerful arms. Our crotches ground against one another and his distinctive, masculine scent filled my nostrils. I moaned and ran my hands over the firm mounds of his ass. "Ah Squirt!" Dad moaned, between hot, wet kisses, "Why did so much time have to pass between us before we arrived to this point?" "I don't know, Dad," I whispered back, "but let's not waste what time we have!" I tugged at Dad's hand and led him towards the garage, where everything had begun. When the door to the garage closed behind us, we became like to animals in heat. We pawed, groped and kissed each other with unbridled passion, ripping at each others' clothes to shed ourselves of this false skin and reveal our nakedness to one another. When we had stripped off our clothes, I crashed to my knees before my Dad and sucked his throbbing manhood into my mouth. I lusted in the scent and taste of his cock as my head bobbed up and down his thick, meaty shaft. With one hand I grabbed his sweaty, low hanging balls and tugged gently; with the other, I caressed his voluptuous ass cheeks and slid my finger into the damp, hairy cleft until my finger found his hot, moist asshole. Dad let out a long, gutteral groan of pure pleasure and grabbed the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my long hair and guided my sucking mouth to swallow every centimeter of his ten inch dick until my nose was buried into his thick, sweaty pubic bush. I breathed deeply the aroma of my Dad's pubes and moaned. His musk was the sweetest cologne to me. Oh Fuck! Yeah!" Dad groaned, fucking my face. "Fuckin' feels so god-damn good, Squirt! Yeah! Yank on my sweaty balls! Finger my dirty ass, son! Fuckin' lovin' what you're doin' to me!" Dad's dirty talk was driving me insane. I sucked on his dick with a vengence. On the upstroke I swirled my tongue around his mushroom head and paid particular attention to the sensitive underside of his dick. Then swirling my tongue forward, I probed his piss slit savoring the precious pearls of pre-cum that oozed out in droplets onto my tongue. I slid my finger from his asshole and brought it under my nose and inhaled deeply, not missing a sloppy stroke of his cock with my mouth. "Mmmmmm!" I groaned, sniffing my finger over and over. The tangy funk added to my mounting lust and desire. I rubbed Dad's butt scent onto the flesh of my nostrils as if to mark myself with his scent. "Like the way I stink, Squirt" Dad groaned lustfully. "Wanna bury your face in my ass and smell your Dad's ripe, dirty asshole?" "Yes! Yes!" I gasped, pulling my mouth of his cock and gazing up to him with pleading eyes. "Please, Dad!" I whimpered, "Please let me smell your dirty ass!" Dad released his grip from my head and walked towards the workbench. I was mesmerized, almost hypnotized by the way the muscles of his ass flinched with every step he took. Watching him walk the short distance to the workbench, it was as though everything had gone into slow motion. Every flex, every twinge of Dad's muscular ass cheeks drove me into an abyss of sexual arousal. I grabbed my throbbing cock and stroked. Approaching the workbench, Dad leaned forward, clasping the bench with his hands. He spread his legs wide and in doing so his ass cheeks parted revealing the dark forest of hair that swirled within his luscious trench. He arched his back and thrust his ass back towards me. His balls swung between his spread legs. "Fuck!" I gasped, as the sight of his puckered rosebud caught my eye, breathing, as it were, with a life of its own. Dad cocked his head back to look at me. Lust burned in his eyes. Seduction, in his deep, masculine voice. "Smell my ass, Squirt!" Dad waved his ass in circular motions. "Come here and smell my stink!" I crawled on my hands and knees towards my Dad's upturned, inviting ass. I reeled with depraved lust and desire and I kneaded his ass mounds in my hands and spread his cheeks wider. In one swift motion I lurched my head forward and buried my face into his sweaty, smelly trench. My nose coming to rest directly against his puckered asslips. I breathed deep and hard. "Fuck yeah!" Dad hollered, grinding his ass onto my face. "Smell it! Smell my stinkin' shithole, Squirt! Smell my fuckin' Marine man cunt! That's my slop hole your sniffin', son! My motherfuckin' turd hole!" Crazed with lust I sniffed Dad's asshole with loud snorts and grunts so he could hear me. "Fuckin' lovin' my butt stink aren't you, fucker?" Dad hissed. "Yes! Yes!" I responded. "I love your stink, Dad!" "Then show me how much you love my stinkin' dirty ass, bitch!" Dad yelled, bucking his ass back forcefully so that I had to grab onto his legs for support so that I wouldn't fall over backwards. "Eat my ass! Taste my butt stink! Wrap those cunt lips of yours around my asshole and suck out my motherfuckin' ass juice! I know that's what you want, whore!" Dad pushed out slightly and his anal ring flared. I clamped my lips around his pulsing pucker and sucked furiously, jabbing my tongue into the tangy hole. "Yeah! That's it, pig! You're doin' it! Dig that tongue up my sewer pipe and lick my turd! Fuckin' whore boys like you were meant to service a Marine's sloppy shit chute!" The rauchier Dad talked, the more my desires mounted. He was bringing me closer and closer to my filthiest desire "Find somethin' up there you want, slut pig?" "Uh-huh!" I groaned loudly. "What ya find up there, bitch? Tell me!" Dad demanded, I disengaged my mouth from Dad's asshole long enough to blurt out, "Your turd, Dad! Your fuckin' shit log!" "Oh yeah, whore boy? You lickin' on my man turd up my ass? Want it in your mouth? Want me to fuckin' shit right in your toilet pig mouth?" "Please!" I slobbered. "Please what, fuck pig?" "Please Dad! Please shit in your son's mouth!" I pulled my head away from Dad's puckering asshole. I watched with perverted desire as my Dad's asslips flared open and a juicy, fat, slimy turd began to inch its way out of his asshole. I waited until about six inches of his brown log dangled from his gaping hole before I wrapped my lips around the tip of his turd and slowly, gently sucked it into my hungry mouth until my lips rested against his pucker. Dad relaxed, not pinching the turd off. It filled my mouth like a thick cock. It was warm, firm and slimy as I gently bobbed my head up and down the brown log, my taste buds savoring its pungent, tangy richness. "Fuck yeah! Suck on that turd cock, son!" Dad moaned, in absolute raunch lust. "I wanna watch you suckin' on my fuckin' turd. I bit into Dad's turd and broke it off. Dad swung around and knelt facing me, watching as sucked his turd in and out of my mouth, catching it as it emerged with my fingertips and pushing it back into my wet, sucking oriface. Brown spit drooled out of the corners of my mouth which Dad scooped up onto his fingers, sniffing them first before sliding them into his mouth. "That's so fuckin' hot, Squirt!" Dad sighed, as he lowered his lips towards mine. "Share it with me, boy! I want us to suck turd together!" Our lips met and together we passed the steamy, stinking log back and forth between each other's mouths. I couldn't believe what was happening between me and my Dad. I loved every second of this most intimate sharing between us. My body was trembling. Then Dad bit off a piece of his shit log and began chewing it. Nudging me gently onto my back he slid his body on top of me. Instinctively, I raised my legs into the air and felt his hard cock poised at my asshole. He lowered his lips to mine, still chewing on his turd and kissed me, spitting the shit from his mouth into mine. "I wanna fuck you while you eat my shit, Squirt!" Dad moaned into my mouth. I nodded my head in assent, my mouth filled with Dad's stinking shit, did not allow for speach. Only moans and guteral gasps escaped my lips. Dad reached behind him. Placing his hand beneath his quivering asshole he shit in his hand. He brought his hand under his nose and sniffed deeply, stabbing his tongue into the pile, exciting me with his lewd act. Then he brought his hand down between my raised, spread ass. I could feel the heat from the steamy shit pile in his hands against my asshole. Slowly, Dad smeared his shit up and down my ass trench and onto my balls and up the length of my jerking cock. The smell of asshole, of shit permeated the air and I bucked my ass against Dad's hand. Then he lubed his cock with shit and penetrated me. I heaved upward, arching my back, as his cock sunk deeper and deeper up my ass. I chewed and swallowed his shit. "Yeah! Eat my shit, Squirt! That's what I wanna see while my cock is up your dirty ass." "Fuck me!" I gasped, as my father filled me with his massive tool. "Fuck my shitty ass, Dad!" I closed my eyes and groaned as my Dad pumped his cock in and out of my ass. The slurping, sloppy sound of cock being sucked in and out of shitty hole filled the garage, along with our lusty sighs. "You like being fucked dirty and stink don't ya?" Dad hollered, slamming his cock in and out of me with all his might. "Fuck my dirty ass, Marine!" I hollered back, grabbing my shit covered dick and wanking it furiously. "Fuck your bitch-boy-slut-whore-pig-son!" I screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, stud! Fuck your shit eating pig-son!" "Ah fuckin' son-of-a-bitch," Dad hollered. "Fuckin' gonna spooge your ass, Squirt!" "Cum up my shitty ass!" Dad gave one final lunge into my ass. His body trembled and spasmed. His cock exploded his creamy load. "Take it, son! I'm fuckiin' shootin' my ball cream! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I wrapped my legs around my Dad and pulled him as deeply into me as I could. At the same instant I pounded my aching cock, my hand flying up and down my shit smeared shaft. At the moment my cock shot its first wad into the air towards my Dad's open mouth, I opened my eyes and stared upwards. To my amazement, my eyes beheld my lover's cock above me. Jeffery's tool was hanging above me and as I erupted my hot cum, Jeffery's piss slit gushed a stream of warm, rancid piss into my mouth. "Fuckin' shit pigs!" Jeffery sighed, emptying his bladder. "I love you guys!" Epilogue I was Valedictorian at my senior class Commencement. As promised, Mom, Dad and Jeffery presented me with the keys to a car as a gaduation gift. Ten years have passed since then. As for Jeffery and I? We're still passionately and deeply in love with one another. And as for my Dad's garage? It still sees alot of hot, steamy action! ****************************** Author's Note: I would like to express my deepest appreciation to all of my loyal readers of the "Uncle Jeff" Saga. Your suggestions and input helped greatly into the development of my most popular story. I hope you have enjoyed reading "Hot For Uncle Jeff" as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you! Best Regards Marc Rim4you@webtv.net Tuesday, September 5, 2000