#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
May has unusual urges for twelve year old girl and they get a little out of hand at a family wedding.
The weeks leading up to Aunt Laura’s wedding were a whirlwind of preparations. The family boat was a flurry of excitement and nerves, especially with May as one of the bridesmaids. Katie had been working tirelessly to ensure that every detail was perfect, and that May remained focused on her role in the upcoming celebration.
Katie’s mind, however, was plagued with concern for May’s hypersexuality disorder. The secretive incidents of ‘therapy’ had become more frequent, and Katie was starting to see the toll it was taking on her daughter. May’s grades had slipped, and she was often lost in thought. Katie knew she had to find a way to help May control her urges without letting the situation overshadow the joy of the wedding.
The day of the wedding dawned, a perfect mix of sunshine and a gentle breeze that rippled the surface of the canal. May, dressed in a delicate pink bridesmaid’s dress that made her look angelic, was fidgeting as they approached the quaint little chapel on the banks of the river.
May’s heart raced as she felt the cool fabric brush against her bare skin with every step. The decision to not wear knickers was a thrilling act of defiance, a silent declaration of her exhibitionist tendencies. She knew the risk was high, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating. As they entered the chapel, May felt the eyes of the guests upon her, and she couldn’t help but imagine what they would think if they knew her secret.
Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, a traitorous reminder of the urges she struggled to suppress. She clenched her thighs together, hoping to muffle the sensation. She wanted to pull her dress up and show the whole room her nakedness, to watch their shocked faces as they realized she was different from the other girls. But she knew she couldn’t, not here, not now. This was Aunt Laura’s day, and she had promised mum she would behave.
As they reached the aisle, May saw the flowers scattered on the floor and a sudden impulse took over. She pretended to trip, her hand shooting out to grab onto the nearest object for balance. It happened to be the arm of Uncle Mike, who was standing tall in his tuxedo. As she righted herself, she “accidentally” bent over, giving him a full view of her bare bottom and the pinkness between her legs. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and for a brief moment, their eyes met.
The service was a blur of vows and well-wishes, and May’s thoughts kept drifting back to the illicit thrill of her earlier stunt. She felt a growing wetness and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
During the reception, May found herself seated next to Uncle Mike, who hadn’t said a word about her little “accident” earlier. She could feel the tension between them, a silent electricity that made her squirm in her seat. He kept glancing at her, his gaze lingering a little too long on her bare legs.
“Do you want to dance, Uncle Mike?” May asked, her voice sweet and innocent as she placed a hand on his knee. The room was filled with the laughter of relatives and friends, the sound of glasses clinking, and the soft notes of a live jazz band.
Uncle Mike’s eyes widened, and he looked down at her hand before swallowing hard. “Ah, sure, May. Just one dance,” he managed, his voice slightly hoarse.
As they stepped onto the makeshift dance floor, May guided his hand to her waist, her own hand resting on his shoulder. The music swelled around them, a slow, sensuous rhythm that seemed to pulse through her body. Without warning, she slid Uncle Mike’s hand down to her buttock, feeling the heat of his palm through the fabric of her dress. He froze for a moment, his hand hovering awkwardly before he gently squeezed, his eyes searching hers for any sign of protest.
She grinned, her teeth a flash of white against her flushed cheeks. “I know you saw,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music. “It’s okay. I liked it.”
The revelation hung in the air between them as Uncle Mike’s hand grew bolder, his thumb tracing the line of her ass cheek. May felt her pussy clench, and she knew she was playing with fire. But the thrill was too intense to resist.
The dance floor was crowded, but it was as if they were the only two people in the room. May moved closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her breath hot against his ear. “Do it again,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Uncle Mike’s hand trembled, but he complied, his thumb sliding over the fabric. His own arousal was evident, and May felt a thrill of power at the effect she had on him. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and she was the predator, toying with her prey.
As they danced, she gradually inched her hand down, her fingers curling around the firmness she found beneath his pants. His eyes went wide, and he gasped, his hand tightening on her waist. The music seemed to slow down, the air thick with unspoken tension. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze, feeling it grow harder in her grasp.
“Let’s go outside,” May suggested, her voice a breathy whisper. Uncle Mike nodded, his eyes darting around the room nervously. She led him through the throng of guests, her hand never leaving his, guiding him out the back door and into the cool night air.
Once they were alone, May turned to face him, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Before he could say anything, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. It was a kiss filled with the desperation of a girl craving validation and the innocence of a child seeking comfort. Uncle Mike’s hand hovered for a moment before he gave in to the moment, his fingers finding their way to the hem of her dress.
May’s heart raced as she felt his hand move up her bare thigh, the fabric of her dress bunched around her waist. She gasped against his mouth as he reached her slick folds, his touch tentative at first. His thumb brushed against her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, silently begging for more.
Uncle Mike’s hand grew more confident, his fingers sliding between her legs to probe deeper. She could feel the tip of his finger circling her entrance, the anticipation building. She reached down and unbuttoned the top of his trousers, her small hand wrapping around his thick erection. He groaned into her mouth, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
Without breaking the kiss, May opened her legs wider, giving him the access he craved. He didn’t waste a second, his thumb pressing down firmly on her clit as he thrust a finger inside her. She was so wet that there was no resistance, only the delicious feeling of being filled. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, the sound muffled by their passionate kiss.
Then, in one swift motion, Uncle Mike lifted May up, her legs wrapping around his waist. She gasped, feeling the heat of his cock against her exposed pussy. He stumbled backward, pinning her against the brick wall of the chapel, the coolness of the stone a stark contrast to the fire burning within her. She could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing into her opening.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. She nodded frantically, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She was so wet, so ready. And with one powerful thrust, he pushed inside her, the head of his cock parting her folds and filling her up. She moaned, the sensation overwhelming.
So full. It was as if she could feel every inch of him in her, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Uncle Mike’s hands gripped her buttocks, lifting her slightly to allow for deeper penetration. His hips began to piston, moving in a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. The sound of their hushed gasps and the slap of skin against skin echoed in the quiet night.
May’s nails scored down his back as Uncle Mike pulled out, the sudden emptiness making her ache for more. She felt the tip of his cock tease her lips before he slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt. Her walls clamped down around him, and she let out a strangled cry that was swallowed by the music spilling from the tent. Each time he pulled out, it was a sweet agony, a delicious retreat that only made the next thrust more exquisite.
The world around them faded into a blur of colors and shadows, the only thing real was the friction between their bodies. May’s dress was hiked up to her waist, her bare bottom pressed against the chapel wall. She could feel the roughness scraping against her skin, but the pleasure was too intense to care. Uncle Mike’s hands roamed her body, his thumbs occasionally brushing against her hardened nipples, sending sparks of sensation straight to her core.
“You can’t cum inside me,” May managed to gasp out, her voice breathy and needy.
Uncle Mike nodded, his movements growing more erratic. He pulled out, the loss of his warmth leaving her feeling empty. “I want it in my mouth,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
He looked surprised for a moment before a smoldering fire ignited in his gaze. He lowered May to the ground and stepped back, his cock glistening with her juices. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The salty taste of his precum filled her mouth, and she moaned, her own arousal reaching new heights.
It took only a few seconds of her eager suckling before Uncle Mike’s body tensed, and she could feel his balls draw up tight. With a strangled groan, he released his load, the hot, sticky semen filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, but some of his cum shot out, landing on her cheek and chin, painting her with the evidence of their taboo encounter.
May pulled away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She reached up and wiped her face with the sleeve of Uncle Mike’s jacket, the fabric smearing with his cum. Then, without a word, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, before leaving him standing there, his cock still out and his pants unzipped.
Her heart pounded as she slipped back into the reception, the music and chatter washing over her like a wave. She felt alive, invincible, as if she had just conquered the world. She needed more of this, more of the power she wielded, more of the forbidden pleasure. The taste of Uncle Mike lingered on her tongue, and she wanted more, much more.
May straightened her dress and plastered on a smile, joining the line of dancers again. The music was fast and upbeat, a stark contrast to the slow, sensual rhythm of their earlier encounter. She danced with relatives, her movements exaggerated, her hips swaying in a way that drew more than a few glances. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help it. The thrill was too delicious to resist.
Then, she saw Grandad at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes glazed with drink, his hands moving in a way that suggested he was feeling the music a little too much. He was always a touchy-feely person, but tonight, it was clear that his inhibitions were gone. He swayed unsteadily, his eyes fixed on her. A wicked idea took root in May’s mind, and she couldn’t resist the temptation.
With a giggle, she pushed through the dancers and made her way to him. He looked surprised when she grabbed his hand and spun him around before pushing him onto a chair. His eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing as she perched on his knee, her bare bottom pressing against the fabric of his trousers.
“Hello Grandad,” she said sweetly, her voice louder than necessary to be heard over the music. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “Can I have a sip of your whiskey?”
Grandad looked surprised but handed over his glass with a chuckle. “Just dont tell your mother.” he slurred, his words thick with the scent of alcohol.
May took a deep breath and downed the amber liquid in one smooth gulp, the fiery burn sliding down her throat. She hadn’t had much alcohol before, and she coughed, the sudden harshness catching her off guard, and the room swirled around her for a moment. Grandad chuckled, his hand patting her back gently. “You’re a little rascal,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
But May’s smile was forced, her stomach lurching with a sudden wave of nausea. The whiskey had hit her harder than she anticipated, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the vomit at bay. “I think I might be sick,” she murmured, her voice small and scared.
Grandad’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Oh, darling, let’s get you some fresh air,” he said, his hand moving to her back to guide her through the crowd.
As they stepped outside into the cool night, May’s head swam with the dizzying effects of the whiskey. The lights from the reception tent cast a soft glow on the canal, the water’s surface shimmering with the reflection of the stars above. She leaned heavily against Grandad, who was surprisingly steady despite his own consumption of drink.
Grandad’s hand remained on her back as they sat on a bench, the quiet of the night a stark contrast to the merriment inside. His eyes fell to her bare thighs, and it occurred to him that her wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock twitched, and he quickly averted his gaze, trying to shake off the inappropriate thought. But the damage was done, and the thought of his granddaughter’s young, exposed pussy was burned into his mind.
May had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and over the last few years Grandad had often enjoyed the occasional glimpse of her developing body. He had to admit that his thoughts had sometimes strayed into forbidden territory. Now, with the whiskey coursing through his system and the sight of her barely contained in the skimpy dress, he found it increasingly difficult to push those thoughts away.
As May leaned against him, her head lolling with the effects of the alcohol, she reached out and laid her head in his lap. Unbeknownst to her, she had positioned herself perfectly, her cheek resting right on top of his burgeoning erection. Grandad felt a jolt of shock and arousal at the intimate contact, his pulse quickening. He looked around, making sure no one had noticed, and saw that they were still alone.
He swallowed hard, his mind racing with what to do. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t deny the sudden urge to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin against his hardness. He shifted slightly, trying to ease his discomfort, but it only served to press his cock more firmly against her cheek. She sighed contentedly, and cupped his member with her hollow palm, her eyes still closed.
He gasped, his hand shooting to cover hers, his heart racing. “May, what are you doing?” he hissed, his voice tight with panic and arousal.
May looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “What does it feel like, Grandad?” she asked, her voice curious and slightly slurred from the whiskey.
“May, this isn’t right,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his resolve. But his hand remained frozen over hers, unable to move away from his own desire.
May’s eyes remained closed, her smile widening as she began to gently massage his erection through the fabric of his trousers. “It feels nice,” she said simply, her voice still carrying the innocence of a child. But there was a knowing quality to it that sent a shiver down his spine. She had done this before, played this game with the adults in her life.
“May,” Grandad repeated, his voice hoarse. He knew he should stop her, knew he should stand up and walk away. But his body had other ideas, and his cock throbbed under her small hand. “Can I get it out?” she asked, her eyes finally meeting his.
He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The words were lodged in his throat, choked by the conflict raging within him. Instead, he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. She unzipped his trousers with surprising dexterity and pulled out his erection. It bobbed in the cool night air, and she giggled, a sound that was both childlike and very sexy.
May leaned in closer, her breath hot and sweet against his shaft. She wrapped her small hand around him and took the tip into her mouth. Grandad’s eyes rolled back in his head, his breath catching in his throat. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around him.
He watched as she took more of him, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. She was eager, her movements hungry, and it was all he could do not to buck his hips upward to meet her mouth. His hand hovered above her head, torn between the urge to guide her and the fear of hurting her.
But May was in control, her mouth moving with surprising skill and confidence. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, tracing the ridge and then delving down to lick the base. She paused, her eyes meeting his again, before cupping his balls gently in her hand.
He groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and despair. This was wrong on so many levels, but his body didn’t care. It responded to her touch, his cock pulsing with every stroke of her tongue.
May’s hand slipped away from his cock, and she reached back to hitch up her skirt. The fabric was already riding high, but now it revealed the slick, pink folds of her young pussy. She guided his hand to her, his fingers trembling as they made contact with her hot, wet folds.
Grandad felt the sticky wetness of her arousal, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had been with someone else tonight. The thought was both arousing and disconcerting, a dark thrill that mingled with the guilt. He knew he had to stop this, but his hand remained where she had placed it, his thumb circling her clit in a slow, torturous rhythm.
May’s eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure of his touch making her moan around his cock. She felt his fingers slide inside her, one by one, stretching her open. She was so wet, so ready for him. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head, the sound of her wet mouth echoing in the quiet night.
Her hand slipped away from his shaft and she reached behind, grabbing onto the bench for balance. Then, with a determination that surprised even herself, she took a deep breath and tried to take him fully into her throat. The tip of his cock nudged against the back of her throat, and she felt him swell even more. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she pushed forward, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his length.
Grandad s eyes went wide, watching as his cock disappeared into the depths of her mouth. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life. His hand went to her hair, gripping tightly as he felt his orgasm building. She took him all the way in, her nose pressing against his stomach, and then she paused, holding him there for a moment before slowly sliding back up. He could feel the constriction of her throat around him, and it was driving him wild.
May’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she swallowed around him, the muscles in her throat contracting and sending waves of pleasure through his body. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his hips jerking slightly with the effort to hold back. His hand tightened in her hair, and he began to thrust into her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her throat.
The sight of his granddaughter, her eyes eyes watering, her mouth full of his cock, was too much for Grandad. He felt his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each stroke of her tongue. “May,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.
Without warning, May pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with excitement. She straddled his lap, her barely-there dress hiked up around her waist, and positioned herself above his erection.
“Grandad,” she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and lust. “I need you to fuck me.”
He stared at her, his cock pulsing between her thighs. The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. He knew he couldn’t, she was his granddaughter. The very thought of it was a betrayal to every member of his family, especially to Katie. But his body was a traitor, responding to her young, eager flesh.
“May,” he began, his voice shaking with the effort of his refusal. But she was insistent, pushing down on him. His tip parted her folds, and she let out a soft whine of desire.
“That’s for your husband,” Grandad managed to choke out, his resolve wavering. “You have to save that for him.”
May’s smile grew more mischievous. “Ok Grandad,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call, “what if you go in here instead?” She leaned forward and guided his cock to her little bumhole. The tip of his cock was slick with her saliva and her own juices, and it slid against her tight rosebud. Grandad’s eyes went wide with shock and arousal, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak.
This was beyond anything he had ever imagined. His granddaughter, so young, so innocent, and yet here she was, offering herself to him in such a depraved way. But she was in control, her body demanding his attention, and he found himself unable to resist. He felt the tip of his cock nudging against her tight opening, the pressure building.
May’s eyes never left his as she took a deep breath and pushed down, her body opening to him. He watched in disbelief as she took him in, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure. Inch by inch, she sank down onto him, her tight muscles stretching to accommodate his size.
The sensation was unlike anything Grandad had ever felt. Her sphincter was so tight, gripping him like a vice. His cock was coated in her slickness, making the entrance easier, but the tightness was almost unbearable. He bit his lip, his hand gripping her hip tightly to keep from thrusting upward.
May’s pupils were dilated wide with a mix of pain and excitement. She had done this before with her hairbrush, pushing it into herself in the privacy of her room, but Grandad was so much bigger. She took another deep breath and pushed down further, feeling herself stretching to accommodate him.
With each inch she took, the pressure grew more intense. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure that her condition made her crave. She could feel the veins of his cock pulsing inside her, and the idea of him losing control was intoxicating.
May took one final, deep breath and pushed down, feeling his pubes brush against her smooth folds. The sensation was exquisite, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She sat fully on his lap, his cock buried in her ass, her pussy grinding against his pelvis.
Her fingers found their way to her clit, and she began to rub in tight circles, her other hand gripping the bench for balance. As she rode him, her movements grew more frantic, her hips rising and falling with a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in her chest. She felt every inch of him, the way he filled her up and the delicious burn that came with it.
At the top of each stroke, she’d pause, her ringed muscles grasping at the head of his cock, before slamming back down. Each time she took him in, she’d whimper, the pain mixing with the pleasure. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm a wild beast clawing at her self-control.
May’s movements grew erratic as she approached the brink. The wet farting sounds growing louder as air was forced in and out of her ass with each deep thrust. Grandad watched, horrified and aroused, as his granddaughter’s face contorted in ecstasy, her cheeks red from the exertion.
With a final, desperate push, she came, her body seizing up around him. Her orgasm was intense, her sphincter clenching and unclenching around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound echoing across the still waters of the canal.
Her convulsions were a trigger for Grandad, his own orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He came with a roar, his hot semen filling her ass, his hips bucking upward to meet her downward thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, the tightness of her ass milking him, her inner muscles rippling around him as she climaxed.
As their shared moment of ecstasy subsided, the silence of the night was shattered by the sound of someone approaching. “Is everything alright? I heard a scream,” Aunt Laura’s voice called out, a thread of worry lacing her words. May and Grandad froze, their hearts racing in their chests. They had been so lost in their illicit trance that they had not noticed the world continuing to turn around them.
May’s eyes grew wide with panic as she realized the potential repercussions of their actions. She hastily pulled off Grandad’s cock with a wet pop, her ass feeling both empty and satisfied at the same time. She adjusted her skirt, smoothing it down over her bare bottom with trembling hands, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
May plopped daintily down on Grandad’s lap, her dress hiding his glistening member just in time as Aunt Laura’s concerned figure emerged from the darkness.
“Oh, we’re fine,” Grandad called out, his voice a little too hearty. “Just May feeling a bit faint. The excitement of the wedding, you know.”
Aunt Laura stepped into the light, her eyes scanning them both with a motherly concern that made May’s heart race even faster. “Are you sure, darling?” she asked, reaching out to May.
May nodded, her voice a little too high. “Yes, I’m fine, Aunt Laura. Just a bit overwhelmed.” She giggled nervously, hoping the sound was convincing.
Aunt Laura’s eyes searched hers, and for a moment, May was sure she could see right through her facade. But then she smiled, patting her hand. “Well, weddings can be a bit much, can’t they?” she said, sitting down on the bench beside them.
May’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Grandad’s cock, still hard and sticky with their combined fluids, pressed against her thigh. She reached out, her hand shaking slightly, and wrapped it around his cock. It was a bold move, one that sent a thrill of excitement through her.
“Come on, Grandad,” she whispered, her voice low and urgent. “We have to get back before they miss us.” She began to stand, but he held her firmly in place, his hand on her hip.
“Let’s just sit for a moment longer,” he said, his voice thick. May’s heart pounded in her chest, the thrill of the illicit encounter still fresh in her mind. She knew they couldn’t get caught, but the risk was part of the excitement.
Her hand began to stroke him gently, her movements hidden by the folds of her skirt. “It’s okay, Aunt Laura,” she said, her voice a little too bright. “I just needed some air.”
Aunt Laura studied them for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright, but you two should get back before people start missing you.” She leaned over and kissed May’s forehead, then stood, giving them a little smile.
The moment she was out of earshot, May’s hand flew to her mouth, covering her giggles. “Oh my God, that was so close,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Grandad let out a shaky sigh, his hand still resting on her hip. “May, what has come over you?” he whispered, his voice a mix of awe and confusion. But she just giggled, her eyes never leaving his. She knew the power she had, the control she held over him in that moment.
As soon she was sure Aunt Laura had gone, May slipped off Grandad’s lap and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up, her eyes dark with desire, and began to lick the remnants of their encounter from his cock. He watched, his heart hammering in his chest, as she cleaned him with long, slow strokes of her tongue.
The taste of her own ass and his cum was a weird cocktail of musky and salty, and she found she liked it. It was a taboo flavor, one that only added to the excitement of the moment.
When she had cleaned him to his satisfaction, she stood up, smoothing her dress back into place. “Thank you, Grandad,” she said sweetly, giving his cock one final squeeze before letting it go. She kissed him on the cheek, her lips sticky from his seed.
With that, she spun on her heel and disappeared into the night. Grandad sat there, his mind reeling, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of their encounter. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was a dirty little secret that he would carry with him forever.
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