My uncle has been staying in our guest room since he lost his job as a security officer and to say the least... it has been a bit awkward. Most of the time it's him and I alone at home while my parents work and I have online classes.
To add to the awkwardness, my uncle is a 40-year-old pothead who walks around shirtless most of the day. Needless to say, that leaves room for lots of uncomfortable interactions.
Like when I was walking to our shared bathroom with my towel on alone and bumped into him in the hall, or when he brought back some woman to his room and I'd see him walk her out while I was in the kitchen.
His presence also led to a lot of forced interactions. My mother often felt like I wasn't close enough to her family so she'd often try to get me to talk to my uncle, probably hoping he'd become some sort of trusted adult figure in my life. I've just turned 18 but she never stops the lectures on sex and drugs and other teenage issues.
But my uncle just wasn't the type of guy to look up to or trust. He looked almost homeless on a regular day sporting only a pair of white shorts while bareback. His beard is always stubbly and littered with gray hairs. And while I would never classify him as fat, he had some sort of beer belly going on. He wasn't ugly but he could be seen as some sort of grunge dad type
This also means that friends are basically in love with him since dad bods are apparently in style. While I can see the appeal, he's mostly the bane of my existence. No patience, smells like cigarettes and his eyes lean on me too long but what can I do except accept it?
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The house phone echoes its rings throughout the house, my uncle ignores it leaving me to drag myself out of bed to downstairs. Of course, he ignores it, he's probably in bed smoking so much weed his head is in another dimension... That's all he's really good for. Sitting still, fucking, and playing pretty. I rush down to answer it and end up searching the kitchen to the point where it stops ringing.
I press the locator on the phone base and follow the sound around the house since I know I'll probably need the phone later. After ten minutes of looking, I made the reluctant trek to the one place it could be... Jerry's room. I prepare myself for the smell of beer and weed. But I'm not met with it.
Instead, Jerry's room is as clean as a hotel. Clean white sheets on his bed, his desk against the window is nicely cleaned up, his dirty clothes are swept up in a basket, and the ground is clean. The only sight of his unruly lifestyle is the weed plant near the patio. I scoff, of course.
I notice the phone light up near his pillows and reach for it, stopping its incessant beeping.
The end of that noise allowed me to hear a new noise... moaning. I pause. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm home alone. I checked everywhere for the phone and saw no one so my eyes quickly scanned the room for the source.
It landed on a laptop on the side table. The screen was off but still, I was sure the moans emanated from there. I considered the laptop simply being in inactive mode and lightly tapped the space bar.
The screen lit up and sure enough, on the screen, a porn website was locked and loaded. The moans come from a video left playing titled "Hot busty redhead secretary gets taken by married boss."
In the scene playing, she was propped off over his desk, her boobs spilling out of her bra, her hair falling all over her head and her glasses sliding off her face as he pounded himself into her at a fast and hard speed. "You like that slut? Huh! You like your boss fucking you on his work desk."
"YES! Please! Harder, fuck me harder boss!" she moaned as her eyes watered from the rough fucking.
He started collecting her hair in her hand to hold it in a ponytail as he raised her head to face him and kissed her while grabbing a fist full of her boobs while still thrusting into her. All while producing some of the nastiest sounds of wet skin that I have ever heard.
"What's it like fucking a married man huh? I bet you like it don't you whore!" He slapped one of the boobs. "Your pussy is even tighter than my wife's for such a whore you are!"
Slowly I felt myself getting wet at his words and before I knew it I was sitting back on Jerry's bed massaging my calves and sliding myself further up the bed till I reached the middle.
"Do you fuck her as hard as you fuck me oh my god!" the woman moaned while her eyes remained clenched from the speed of his thrust.
His hand trailed down to rub her clit while one remained on her waist to keep up with the steady thrust. "Shut up whore! I'm the one asking the questions here. You're just a little desperate wet whore."He slapped her pussy a couple of times causing his thrust to become a little awkward but garnering squeals of joy from her.
I found myself in the middle of the bed at this point rubbing myself through my silk shorts and grabbing my nipples with one hand each. A whisper of swear words escaped my mouth as I slowly rubbed myself.
My hands sped up as the scene before me progressed to a different position. Now they leaned back in his chair as she rode his dick and he continued slapping her body. "Ride my dick slut! Come on, faster, hop for me baby!"
