Scott watched his wife and daughter getting ready to go. Both were beautiful women for their age, and he loved both dearly. His wife, Angela, could only be described as a curvaceous milf with long blond hair, D-sized breasts, and just enough fat on her to round things out without looking overweight. His daughter, Becca, was the spitting image of her mother, just younger and smaller in all areas. She was the athlete of the family, which explained why the two of them leaving for a team dinner that sadly only one parent could attend, and Angela drew the short straw.
"Enjoy your time alone, baby," she said, kissing him on her way out with an envious look in her eyes.
"Bye, daddy!" Becca gave him a big hug before running out to the car. Scott wondered for a moment how long she would still call him Daddy. He liked it but worried if he pointed it out the ritual would stop, so he stayed silent.
"What to do?" he thought. Scott went directly to the couch with his laptop and fired up his favorite porn site. He browsed the categories, chose teen, and then imagined the blond girl before him was sucking his cock with the fervor and skill she showed int he video. He and Angela had a great sex life, but healthy people still watch porn, they'd agreed. They often talked about it and integrated it into their lovemaking. In the digital version of "if you show me yours I'll show you mine," they shared their favorite clips.
His 7-inch cock was out and nicely hard in his hand when he heard the doorbell. "What the fuck?" he thought in irritation. Stuffing himself away into his gray sweats, he went to the door.
Opening it, he was surprised to see that it was Nicole, his daughter's best friend and neighbor. In fact, the whole family was bast friends. Raising girls right next to each other and being there for all of the trials of parenthood would do that. It was a given that every winter they would get a the ski house together and every summer at the lake. The girls were normally inseparable with one of them being at the other's house almost all the time. That was a perfect situation for parents who still had high libido. It wasn't quite "Hey Jack and Gillian, can you watch Becca so we can fuck?" but it was really close. It was a running joke between the parents in both households.
But here she was on Scott's doorstep. In a short loose pink skirt with a tight tee top, long brown hair, fit C-cup breasts, and a gymnast’s ass... He shook his head mildly ashamed of where his brain was taking him. "Nicole! Hi - Becca just left for her Lacrosse dinner. You just missed her."
Nicole just smiled. "That's okay Uncle Scott." The couples decided long ago to be were mutually non-related aunts and uncles. 'Mister' was too formal and just 'Scott' was well, too informal. Nicole continued, "I am just going to borrow a book from Becca. It’s in her room, I'll just go grab it."
Scott laughed. "A book? I didn't know you kids even knew what a book was."
She stuck out her tongue as she brushed past him, her ass grazing his. "You are so funny. I'll be just a sec," and practically skipped down the hall to Becca's room. He thought of saying "you show it you share it," but the creep factor would just be too high. He did watch her move down the hall however. Nicole was turning into trouble. Probably really good trouble for the right guy.
He went to the kitchen to get himself a beer when he heard Nicole in a sing-song voice, "Uncle Scott? What were you doing before I got here?"
Scott froze, knowing exactly what had happened. He didn't clamshell the laptop and Nicole was watching his blond dream girl take a load all over her face most likely. He walked down the hall to the living room and there was Nicole in front of his laptop, watching with keen interest.
"Uhh," he started intelligently. Seriously, there was no explanation for this except for the truth. He opened his mouth to try again when Nicole laughed, "You look so uncomfortable! Come on, it's just porn. I know you and Aunt Angie fuck. Becca tells me everything." Wait what? Becca logically knows we fuck of course, he thought, but hearing that she tells Nicole about it unexpected.
Nicole smiled and said again, "But what I am really curious about is what you were doing while you were watching porn. I thought I felt something against my ass when I slipped by you in the doorway."
Again Scott started to explain, "I was, well, you know..." Nicole burst into laughter again. "My god I love this, you can't put a sentence together, Uncle Scott." She looked up at him, her eyes just about crotch level. "Maybe what they say is true about the blood rushing to your other head." She then reached up and started to rub his cock through his sweats.
Continuing with his incoherent babble he tried to say something like "Nicole, you can't do that" but what came out was a moan. Nicole took that as an invitation and pulled down his waistband, letting his half-hard cock loose.
"Oh this is very nice," she said, wrapping her hand around it and bringing the tip to her lips. "Not all cocks are this perfect." Scott stood there mesmerized as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth. He knew he should stop her but there was no way in the world he was going to. His cock continued to grow until it was rock hard. Her hand was wet and rubbing up and down the shaft while she sucked on him.
Her brown eyes looked up at him, her breathing coming rapidly through her nose. She pulled off, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck no," he said and she dove back onto his cock.
She worked his cock like a pro for at least five minutes. Scott found himself wondering how she had gotten so good, but at the moment couldn't care less. Soon he was getting close and she could tell. She pulled off again. "Do you want to cum, Uncle Scott?"
"Fuck yes, Nicole." continuing with his eloquent dialog. His hands drifting down towards her head to pull her back onto his cock. She swatted them away playfully. "Of course you do. You know in school, Uncle Scott, I am taking an econ class. Our latest unit has been all about marketing." She kept stroking him, keeping him close to the edge.
Scott had no idea where this was going but was in no position to do much about it. She continued, "We learned all about creating demand and then taking advantage of that demand. Let customers sample the product, then if it's good, they will want it and they will buy it. Is this good, Uncle Scott?"
All he could do was nod.
"I thought so," she said. "So now I am going to give you a choice, Uncle Scott. I can stop now and go home, or if you give me $100 I will finish and let you cum in my mouth. Or... if you give me $200 you can fuck me? What do you say?" She kept stroking him.
Scott was in shock. Nicole, the neighbor kid, was selling him sex. But this went way past the random "I need money for books" trope and right into well executed plans. She was right. He sampled and now he wanted. He knew there was no way he was going to let her stop. And he knew that she knew it too. Wordlessly he reached for his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.
She looked at it disappointedly. "Aww, I was hoping you would fuck me Uncle Scott, but the customer is always right." She then slid his cock back into her mouth and for the first time let it slide back into her throat.
That was all he could take and he felt his balls churn. She furiously jacked his cock and in seconds he was cumming, shooting directly into her stomach.
His knees practically buckled and she let his cock slide out of her mouth. She looked up at him and swallowed his seed deliberately and gave the top of his cock a kiss. Nicole then stood and arranged her skirt and top. "Thanks Uncle Scott!" She stood and started to walk back down the hall towards the door, hundred dollar bill in hand.
"Wait, you are just going to leave now?"
She looked over her shoulder, "Cuddling after is extra." Then she laughed, "I am just shitting you, but seriously, I am a busy girl." At the door and then said, "Keep in mind that there is more supply for your demand."
With that, she blew him a kiss and slid out the door, no book in hand.
