Andy quickly looked away as Kath turned her head away from talking to her daughter, Becky, to glance back at the TV. He had been looking at her tits as always, yes they were well tucked away under a red roll-neck sweater, but nothing could disguise how magnificent they were.
He had known Kath since she was just a kid, when he had started dating her older sister. He had watched her grow up, when she was old enough to know what was what, she had flirted with him, sometimes outrageously and once, when he had been invited to the family holiday to Spain, she had "accidentally" dropped her bikini top in front of him. Ally, her sister, who was soon to be his wife, wasn't best pleased at the time, but the sight of Kath's 38inch DD breasts had remained engrained in his mind always.
Kath herself had finally found a husband and had kids and settled down in domesticity and had moved away from their home town for a while and so the flirting had stopped. However Andy could never keep his eyes off her tits. Over the years he had stolen looks at every opportunity and had been rewarded with scenes of erect nipples, deep cleavage and mounds of flesh spilling over the top of a bathing suit. He felt like he knew every millimetre of Kath's tits but he had never once caressed them and believed that he probably never would.
Kath turned back to Becky as she made another comment about the inane act on the TV talent show and Andy turned back to his studies. Kath's sweater was just thin enough to make out the lines of her bra and Andy imagined running his tongue over every part of it, tracing each seam until he eventually came to her marvellous nipples.
Kath turned quickly to him, "What do you think of these then?"
Kath had aged gracefully, she was now in her early forties, but still looked 10 years younger he thought. She had shoulder length black hair, deep blue eyes and full lips. Her only distracting feature was a slightly crooked nose which had been broken badly when she was fifteen. Andy had known her then and she was a bit of a tom-boy in those days and one day she had dropped the last ten feet out of a tree. However she had snagged her foot and fell too close to the trunk of the tree, banging her face against it. The result was a permanent feature, one she hated but Andy thought made her more attractive.
"What these," Andy said with a wave of a hand, "Should have gone out week one, it's just all the girlies like Becky voting for them."
Kath smiled back, gleeful that he had sided with her against her daughter. She turned back to Becky and Andy turned back to his studies.
The nice thing was that these Saturday evenings had turned into something of a regular feature in his life now and every week he now longed for Saturday to come, just to spend a few hours with her. Since his wife had died, Andy had seen little of his wife's family. They hadn't shut him out, there were just too many reminders of her. His mother in law was just an older version of his wife and her sister just a younger one. They did all of course differ slightly, the main difference in his mind was the fact that whereas his wife had been blessed with a 34C bust, his mother in law and his sister in law both got extra helpings.
Kath though had tried really hard with him and when a new series of a talent show that she knew he and her sister used to watch, returned on Saturday evenings, she invited him round to watch it with her. She too lived alone, her husband, Clive, had moved in with another woman about three years previous and her two daughters had both left home. Becky, who was just nineteen was at University, but she did often come home at weekends and so it was generally the three of them sitting and watching TV.
Andy though did more woman watching than caring about who won a million pound recording contract. Just being in Kath's presence was enough and he left every Saturday night with enough wanking material to keep him going until the early hours of Sunday morning.
At the Ad break, Becky got up to make coffee and Kath turned her attention back to him.
"I don't know, she's nineteen and would rather be at home watching TV than out with her Uni friends, strange don't you think?"
"Perhaps she is skint," Andy replied.
"Well she has enough money to get back here on the train, if I were her I'd use that to go out and have a good time."
"She's obviously a home-bird," Andy said, "You don't mind her coming home do you?"
Kath smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "It would be nice just to have a weekend on my own."
"You have the rest of the week on your own," Andy said half laughing, "It's a bit greedy wanting all of it."
Kath nodded her head and smiled, "Yes but Saturday's are different."
Her eyes bore into Andy as if she was suggesting they were different because of him.
Half hoping Andy said "Why?"
Kath heaved a big sigh, her breasts rising as she did so, "They just are, anyway between you and me, I think she comes home on Saturdays now because she knows you are going to be here. She has always adored her Uncle Andrew and is worried that no-one is looking after you properly. She's out there making coffee now, not because she wants one, but because she thinks I should have made you one in the last Ad break."
Andy smiled back and turned to look as Becky came through the door, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. She placed one down on the table that sat beside the armchair that he sat in giving him a big smile as she did so.
Becky had always been his favourite niece, even though her sister Jenny had been born two years before her. Once Becky had become a toddler and old enough to distinguish between people, it had always been Andy that she wanted to read her stories or help her play, often over and above her parents. Over those nineteen years he had watched her grow into womanhood, but she had just always been his niece, but now as she slowly walked back to her place beside her mother on the sofa, he realised what a foxy hot woman she was.
That look, that smile, there was just something about that passing second that said much more than here is a cup of coffee uncle.
"Where's mine?"
Kath's voice brought him back to the moment.
"On the side in the kitchen, I've only got two hands," Becky said defiantly.
Kath got up with a huff and looked at Andy and said quietly "We know who is favourite here don't we?"
That Saturday night was as routine as the previous six or seven. Andy stayed until about 10.30pm and then left Kath and Becky to go back to his own home and after one more hot drink, he went straight to bed. As always his mind swam with pictures of Kath and he slowly rubbed his throbbing cock, thinking about her, wishing it was her, but then the picture seemed to distort and young Becky came into view. She was just as Kath had been twenty or so years earlier, curvy, beautiful and with lovely large tits.
"Oh Becky," Andy muttered as his hand stroked the full length of his cock. He had never once fantasised about his niece, but wow, what a fantastic woman she had become.
"I'd love to spunk all over your tits Becky babe," he moaned.
As his wank continued, another thought whirled around his head,
"Oh yes Becky wank me off in front of your Mum."
The thought of mother and daughter together, that was just too much and Andy felt a tightness in his balls as his spunk spurted from him, covering his stomach with hot cream.
The following Saturday evening Andy arrived at Kath's house as usual and she answered the door and let him in. Andy immediately noticed that she looked different, she had more make up on than she usually did and she was dressed much different from her normal Saturday evening attire. She was wearing a skirt for one, something she rarely did, and quite a short one at that. She was also wearing a white blouse which not only revealed a large expanse of cleavage, but was also thin enough that her white lacy bra was clearly evident.
Andy was pleasantly surprised as he followed her into the lounge. The TV was already on and Kath flumped down onto the sofa, her breasts bouncing slightly as she did so. Andy took his seat in his normal armchair and looked around,
"No Becky this evening?"
Kath's smile was broad;
"No, she has some tests on Monday and had to stay back and study."
Andy felt disappointed, Becky had been the central character of every wank this week. He had even found some photos of her and had put them up on his PC desktop at the same time as some wonderful horny photos of teenage girls he had downloaded from the internet.
"It's just us then," Kath said, "I haven't got to fight my teenage daughter for your attention."
Kath crossed her legs and her skirt rode up her leg.
