Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

It was the same fella alright, but he had a whole other look to him. His hair combed back, wearin' a fine new suit that looked real good on his big, muscular body. My mouth dropped. He didn't look like one of them fancy fops though, he looked rugged and handsome still, but good. Dressed up and sexy.

"Uncle John...?" I said, starin' at him, unable to even think about how bad my own raggedy clothes looked by comparison.

"I was gonna wait until after we ate, but... come on in here, I can't wait no longer, Lucy," he said, and he stepped out of the way. Giving me a full view inside of the dinin' room table all done up. A fancy new tablecloth, candles lit, a bottle of wine and everythin'!

Was real swanky, and I looked over the spread. “Wait ‘til after we ate to show me the table all done up?” I asked, just teasing. I brushed my hands down the front of my shorts and looked at him all sophisticated and felt my cheeks growing warm.

“I gotta change, Uncle John. Wouldn’t do neither of us any good me dressed like this.” My breasts were spilling out of my top, my midriff still bared, and my shorts riding up my ass.

But before I could leave, he grasped a hold of my wrist and held me there. He dropped down to one knee, and big as he was, he still nearly beat me in height!

"Lucy," he said in a soft voice, "we've been together many a year now, and you... well, you're long since a woman." He looked me over, and it was only then I started to get some inkling of how it was Uncle John saw me. The desire in his eyes, though I still didn't have a name for it, was palpable. "By right's this farm's yours now, but somethin's still amiss."

He reached into his fancy black jacket's pocket and plucked out a little velvet box.

"Lucy, it's Valentine's Day, and though every year I had a lil' treat – usually somethin' sweet – to give you, I never did come right out an' say it. I love you," he said with such honesty. "I love you and I want you to be mine," he popped open the box, and inside I saw a sparklin' ring that had to have cost him years of hard labour.

My mouth dropped open and I knew I was in shock. There weren’t no other word to describe it. I was just blown away and I must’ve stood there for a while like a yokel, not sayin’ a word, because he squeezed my hand and was askin’ if everything was alright.

But really, it was better than alright. It was like he’d reached inside me and found the thing I wanted and didn’t know I wanted.

I gnawed my lower lip as my trembling hand reached for that box, touching my fingers over the glittering jewel.

He’d said he loved me. He loved me!

I reached out, wrapping my arms around him, though with how he was knelt and all, he was getting a face full of my tits more than anything.

Though Uncle John didn't seem to mind that too much. His own pair of thick arms went about me, squeezing me tight as those two mounds of flesh pressed to his face, and he up and kissed 'em. Never could've imagined him doin' that before then, but once he

was doin' it... nothin' ever felt so right.

Those rough hands of his stroked my back, up from rear to my shoulder blades, then back down. He slowly rose up, kissing his way along my breasts, my collarbone, to my shoulders then finding my lips.

"I'ma take that as a yes," he said with an uneven smile. Uncle John never struck me as a romantic fella, but he was so calm and cool then, even as I knew his heart was beatin' as hard as mine. He was a real man, and he scooped me up into his arms, holding me by my rear.

I nodded my head at him, my arms, my legs, all wrapped around him as if I was tryin’ to become one with him or something. Maybe I was. Just tryin’ to show how much I loved him by squeezing him, by pulling him as close as I could to me.

“Of course yes,” I said, as if there weren’t no other answer. Which, for me, there wasn’t. It was what it was.

Seein' him grin with excitement at my words, I knew there was no other way for either of us. Completely unintended, a lifetime together had made us just parts of a whole.

He celebrated by kissing me, deep and hard. It wasn't a chaste sorta thing like I was used to, it was penetrating, his tongue pressed deep into my mouth as he lashed against my own moist muscle. His two big hands squeezed and groped at my ass, and we made out there for ages. My first real kiss, and boy! What a doozy.

Though it didn't stop there, I mean... for the sake of decency, I should fib and say it did. But truth of the matter was, years of love and lust bubbled out of us both then. Feelin's I didn't know, let alone know I had, came up, and his strong hand slid from my ass to my top. He tugged that plaid fabric open and he cupped my bare breast in beneath, squeezed and kneaded that supple mound with his palm and fingers.

My eyes rolled up in my head and I felt more pleasure than I ever had before. Yea, I touched myself a couple times, but it never felt nothin’ like this. Not even close.

My pink nipples stiffened into his hard, workin’ hands and I leaned back to let him squeeze them. He never did it too hard, but it wasn’t soft neither, and I was writhing my hips against him something fierce as I felt that heat start up beneath my shorts again.

In return, I got to feel Uncle John's own special heat. And hardness.

A thick bulge had grown in his black pants, and it pressed against me as I instinctually ground against him. I was innocent, naive, no more than a filly in heat actin' to nature now that Uncle John had opened the gates.

He held me up with such ease just usin' one arm, and with the other he fondled and felt me out, luxuriated in the feel of my skin like I was some fancy dame and not just a suntanned farm girl.

My head – my whole world! – was spinnin', so that I didn't even know he had moved us until my back hit the sofa. There was no time to make it to the bed, and Uncle John was undoin' my daisy dukes as our lips smacked noisily.

Now, I've always been a right religious and good girl, Uncle John no different! Aside from the girl part, that is. But that night... we was like the wild animals, who never knew farm life. We couldn't have waited for our weddin' night no more than a wolf could sit and play fetch.