I always looked forward to visiting my mum's brother Uncle Raymond. When I was growing up, he'd become a father figure to me seeing as my own dad died when I was only three. As I got older, I started developing inappropriate feelings for him. Now that I'd turned eighteen, my lustful thoughts were stronger than ever, and my preference for much older men was well and truly set in stone. Yup, I had a daddy kink and I was proud of it. There was no way I would ever be interested in guys my own age, much to my mum's disgust.
Uncle Raymond was fifty-eight and fitted the description of "hot daddy" "silver fox" and other descriptions for older men I'd seen on social media. A stocky chap of average height, with a paunch, glasses and buzz-cut silver hair, my Nan said that he reminded her of Dr Hazlitt from her favourite old show Murder She Wrote. I'd never watched that and had to look him up online and whoa, Nan was right!
One afternoon at the end of August, I called round after finishing early at my part-time job.
"Hello Tash!"
My name's Natasha, but he always calls me Tash. I like that he has this little nickname for me. He was dressed in his casual "gardening garb" as he called it - jeans and a short sleeved check shirt.
"Hi Uncle Ray!"
I threw my arms around him and held him tight. My small, firm tits pressed into his chest, and I ground my groin into his. He looked a little bit uncomfortable, but hugged me back anyway. I pulled his face down to mine, to give him a kiss, like I've done every day since I was small. Only this time, I held it a little longer, before he pulled away.
"Blimey, you're chipper today!" He exclaimed. "How was work?"
"Um yeah, it's going great." I bit my lip at what I was going to do next.
"Alice is out. Had to get some groceries. She should be back soon. Fancy a cuppa?" He said, about to head into the kitchen.
"No...but I do fancy something else."
I couldn't help myself and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Whoa there, Tash...what are you doing?" He spluttered, taken aback.
"Oh God Ray. I can't stop thinking about you. I know you're my uncle but I've been attracted to you for ages. Older men turn me on and..."
"T-Tash," Raymond stammered. "Maybe you should go before..."
I was turning away, shamefully when I noticed his unfinished sentence. I stopped. Turned around. I put one hand along the side of his face, the other on the front of his shirt.
"I don't want to go."
We stared at each other, eyes flicking back and forth. My hand slid slowly down his chest, across his chubby belly, over the belt buckle and lay against the front of his jeans. I pressed his groin gently.