He was also an instructor in addition to owning the place. My Indian father and half-Bristish mother were more than happy when my paternal uncle offered that he would let me live at his place and get me a part-time job at the local gym he owned so that I didn't have to commute 3 hours daily from college to my parents' house.Īs I stood at the reception of the gym, I wondered when Uncle Milind would turn up. I am an Anglo-Indian who recently moved to Mumbai. Orgasm rippled through my body like a hurricane. My breathing became shallow as I pictured myself in place of my uncle's girlfriend, receiving his dark meat. I closed my eyes and started pumping, slowly at first and then furiously. The moans from the adjacent bedroom intensified. I leaned against the wall and touched my hard dick. My uncle's girlfriend's shrill screams of pleasure certainly did not help reduce my morning wood. I really needed to hurry for the morning's shift at work.
I dragged myself out of the bed and hopped into the shower. The alarm clock has got to be the worst invention of mankind. Don't be too harsh as it is my first story. :-)ĭo comment below and let me know if you like it. The following erotica contains incest content. Author's Note: All characters in the story engaged in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age.
