NEW STORY TITLE:You Know What to Do (Incest/Taboo)
Mr Graham looked down at me and said “You know what to do”.
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I had three encounters with Mr. Graham over a 15-year period.
The Graham family belonged to the same church as us and were close family friends. It would be safe to say that the Grahams and my parents were best friends. I had known the Grahams all my life. My father and Mr. Graham grew up together in the church and were best friends.
Lindsay Graham was my age, and since our parents were close friends, we grew up together. We often had weekend sleepovers at each other’s houses.
We graduated from playing with dolls to playing with boys as we grew older. When I was 19, I had long stopped going to church. By this age, I had friends that were outside of the church, but Lindsay and I still had a connection. I still hung out with Lindsay occasionally. She had a mischievous streak just like me.
One weekend when I was visiting, we met a couple of guys and sneaked them into the house when her parents were out.
Being sexually active at this point, I took my guy into a back room in the basement to make out. Lindsay took her friend into her bedroom upstairs. We thought we had at least a couple of hours before her parents returned.
Of course, her parents returned home unexpectedly early. Lindsay heard her parents entering the house and scrambled to hide her friend in the bedroom. She somehow managed to sneak him out of the house while distracting her mom. Being in a back room in the basement, I didn’t hear her parents come home.
Things were moving fast with me and my new friend. He had gotten me out of my top and my white shorts. I was topless in just my panties, on my knees, giving him a blowjob as he sat on the couch. In the heat of the moment, I thought I heard the room door open, but maybe it didn’t. I was facing the opposite direction of the door. I glanced up at my friend, but he didn’t seem to be concerned, so I ignored it and continued on.
As he began to ejaculate, he let out a loud, strange moan. I thought nothing of it other than maybe he was a screamer. I just continued sucking him, taking his load in my mouth. All of a sudden, he pulled out, jumped up, yanked his pants up, and bolted for the door.
I was somewhat startled by his actions, as I was still on my knees with cum dripping out of my mouth. I thought maybe Lindsay had come into the room to warn us that her parents were on their way home.
As I casually turned to playfully show Lindsay my mouthful of cum, I saw Lindsay’s father, Mr. Graham, standing there. I just about had a heart attack. I froze like a dear in the headlights. How long was he standing there? He must have been watching for a while. My mind was racing. The last sound of the door that I heard was over five minutes ago. Oh my gawd, was he watching that entire time? Shit, I have cum all over my face. I
There was dead silence. I could feel my heart pounding. I started to panic as I swallowed the load I had in my mouth as if I could hide it. Mr. Graham reached back and closed the door. I didn’t know what to say or do. We were both silent as he walked towards me. I was busted and this was bad. As I reached to retrieve my top, he moved closer and put his foot on my top. I was still on my knees. I felt so small. I just wanted to disappear. As I looked up at him, I could feel the cum dripping from my lips and chin.
He just stared at me with a look of disappointment. I quickly wiped my lips and tried to cover my breasts with my gooey hands. I was a mess. He couldn’t have walked in at a worse time.
Mr. Graham was like a second father to me. I had known him my entire life. I knew I was in big trouble. He sat on the couch in front of me. Still, he did not speak. Was he going to give me a lecture about sex? Was he going to tell my father? As I was starting to stand up, he grabbed my arm and yanked me over his lap in one motion. It happened so fast. I had no idea what was happening.
Then, with one motion, he pulled my panties up like a thong and he spanked me… hard. I gave out a little yelp with the first blow. It was more out of surprise than pain. I have never been one to cry, so I remained stoic as he continued to punish me. This was the first time in my life that I was spanked. My father never laid a hand on me.
He took his time and spanked me about three to five times on each bare cheek as he held my panties up with the other hand. It hurt, but I didn’t cry. I was more than willing to accept my punishment and move on if this meant he wasn’t going to tell my parents. I just wanted it all to end. I wanted to go home and hide in my bed and pretend like this never happened.
After the spanking, he held me there over his lap for what seemed like several minutes. There was silence. He stroked my ass beneath my panties, as if to soothe it. He ran his hands between my thighs, and a finger slid under my panties and gently brushed my wet lips. It suddenly occurred to me that I was wet. Yes, I was soaking wet. My pants were soaked. I must admit, the spanking did arouse me in a strange way.
As I lay over his lap with my ass up in the air and my bare breasts dangling over Mr. Graham’s knees, I felt a sense of arousal. As Mr. Graham was running his hands over my ass, soothing my beet red cheeks, I could feel a bulge growing beneath me. I must be mistaken. Mr. Graham wouldn’t get hard. Yes, it’s probably something in his pocket.
He then motioned for me to kneel down in front of him. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. I could now see the bulge in his pants inches away from my face. He just glared at me. I was scared and humiliated. That’s when he reached down and unzipped his pants. His pants dropped to his knees. Holy shit, I just about crapped. Was this really happening? What’s he doing? He took out his cock, which was large and hard. I couldn’t believe what was happening; this was Lindsay’s father! He was a family friend. This was Mr. Graham, who used to bounce me on his lap when I was a child.
His cock was large, much thicker than the boy’s cock that I just finished sucking. My mind was racing. He put his hand beneath my chin and raised my head towards his hard cock.
It was all happening in slow motion. He finally broke the silence by saying, “You know what to do.” Those words sent a chill through my body. I didn’t know what to say or do as his cock rested against my lips; time just stopped. I was too scared to get up and run, so I just closed my eyes and slowly parted my lips.
He gently slid his cock through my parting lips into my mouth. He held my head and began slowly moving his member in and out of my mouth. My tinny lips barely fit around his thick cock. I conceded and began sucking him without his guidance. My mind was starting to un-fog. The initial shock of what was happening began to clear. I understood what my punishment was, and I accepted it.
I had my arms crossed, trying to cover up my bare breast. He reached down and pulled a hand off my breasts and placed it on his balls. I began to squeeze and massage his balls as I sucked and stroked his cock. I recall thinking about how my hand couldn’t even reach around his thick cock. I just closed my eyes and went into automatic mode. I wanted to get through this as fast as possible. Mr. Graham was correct. I knew what to do.
I felt him reach down and play with my breasts. He pinched and tugged on my nipples. I felt his cock twinge and stiffen up as he played with my breasts. It was strange and awkward to think Mr. Graham was aroused by my boobs.
I began bobbing my head over the head of his cock as he gently held my head. The shock was wearing off and I began to get into it. I tried to convince myself that it didn’t matter who’s cock this was, I knew what was expected of me… I knew what to do to get out of this situation. So, in an act of defiance, I began to give Mr. Graham what he wanted.
With my tiny fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, I began to stroke him fast as I sucked on the top portion of his cock. I began to moan and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I squeezed his big sagging ball sack. In the ultimate act of defiance, I began to suck on his hairy balls, first one and then the other in my mouth. I could hear Mr. Graham moan in pleasure as I’m sure he was getting much more than he expected. Yes, I was being a total and complete slut for Mr. Graham.
I sensed he was close, so I opened my eyes and watched him as he trembled and shook before erupting in my mouth. I made no attempt to pull away from his cock; in fact, I tried to take him deeper into my mouth as my saliva poured out of my mouth. He held my head in place as he emptied a very large load into my mouth. His cock was so thick that there wasn’t much room for his sperm in my mouth. I coughed and gagged as I tried to swallow his load. A large amount poured out around his cock and dripped down my chin and over my breasts. It felt warm as it dripped down over me.