FILTHY WET DIARIES

MY MOTHER'S BESTIE

MY MOTHER'S BESTIE

The aroma of Chardonnay filled the air in his office, seeping out into the living room like it's trying to lure me in.

Five of Steven 's friends sit around in his office, glasses in their hands, ice clicking in them. They're laughing about some sweet business transaction that they had managed to get, when I walked in barefooted, carrying a fresh bottle of Chardonnay in a tray.

I've been yearning for my uncle's d**k for two whole months.

Two months of dressing in tiny bum shorts that barely covered up my ass when I reached for the top of the cupboard or when I bent even a little forward.

Two months of accidentally leaving my room door open while I changed just because I wanted him to get a glimpse of my curves, to want me the way I wanted him.

Two months of rubbing my c**t at night while his voice reverberated through the wall during his business calls. That was how badly I wanted him. His voice alone did wonders to my body.

Not any longer. I'm done waiting.

My red cotton shorts are so short, It barely covers the bottom curve of my ass. My tank top is thin and tight on my boobs, showcasing my rock-hard n*****s poking straight through the fabric like they're begging for his attention.

Every head turns to my direction, the room goes silent, except for the low hum of the AC.

His eyes lock on me, and his hand freezes mid air, with his glass in his hand. I watched as his pupils went wide, before his expression darkens, and his throat works as he swallows. His gaze slowly drags down my body, tracing every curve, like he's already f*****g me in his head.

When his gaze comes back up to meet mine, it's intense.

I leaned over the table, to drop the tray, flashing him my bare ass cheeks, and I noticed him inhale sharply, slow, like his breathing had ceased.

“You may leave” he says sharply, dismissing me like my presence was painful to him.

I stepped closer, right up to his side, close enough that my bare thighs brushed his slacks. “Do you need anything else?”

“Leave Abigail” He says my name in a raw possessive tone.

“Okay Steven” I said, biting one corner of my lower lip. I glance down at his brief pants and satisfying enough, there's a bulge there. I flash him a teasing smile, before turning back and leaving the room, ignoring the questioning stares his colleagues were flashing at us.

I went straight to my room, satisfied and pleased to know I wasn't the only one that wanted this. He did too, and I wanted to have my way with him today. There's no waiting any longer.

Steven's my mother's best friend. We've been living with him for the past two months ever since we had an issue at our old home and had to leave.

Growing up, I had gotten used to calling him my uncle. But now, living with him makes me want something different, makes me yearn for his c**k, every single day.

After a few minutes, I heard his friends starting to leave, as they said their goodbyes.

I left my room door ajar, once again, knowing fully well he would come to scold me. I got rid of my bum shorts, leaving only my lacy thong beneath my tank top.

As soon as I heard his footsteps climbing up the stairs in long strides, I faced away from the door, bending over like I was adjusting my shoe on the floor.

I wanted to give him a clear view of my bare ass. Just then, I hear him stop right in front of my door.

I arched my back, pushing it out, feeling the thong ride up higher, disappearing between my round ass cheeks. My p***y lips peeked out on the other side, already puffy and wet.

I wiggled my ass a bit, trying to tease him, and I heard him growl from behind. He just stood there watching. Like my room was a no barrier zone where he couldn't enter but didn't want to leave as well.

His eyes burned into my skin, I could feel the heat of his stare, tracing every curve of my body. He must be aching, wanting to touch but restraining himself. I wanted to break his restraint. I wanted to taste him so badly, urgently. kneel before him and take his c**k in my mouth, feel it pulse on my tongue. But I wanted him to want it too.

I straightened up and turned back to face the door, our eyes locked. His hands were on the front of his brief pants now, rubbing slowly over the bulge. It made me drip. I could feel my wetness soaking my thong, trickling down to my inner thigh.

I pulled my tank top over my head, letting it drop to the floor somewhere. No bra. My t**s bounced free, heavy and full, n*****s dark and stiff like little peaks. The cool air made them ache, and I grabbed them with my hands, squeezing them smoothly, staring back at him, rolling the n*****s between my fingers. “Mmm,” I moaned out loud, my voice husky, “you like that Steven? Like watching my t**s?” I cooed, my voice light, teasing him.

He didn't say a word, just stared back at me hungrily, like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His hands pressed harder against his brief, as if trying to control himself.

“f**k,” I heard him mutter, or maybe I had imagined it. His anguish hit me like a wave. The way he gripped himself, like he was mad at his own c**k for being so hard, so needy because of me. He wanted to be over here, slamming into me, but all he could do was watch from afar.

It turned me on so much more. I continued fumbling with my breast, as I approached him at the door step, my strides slow, calculative, till I stood before him.

I crouched down before him and he took his hands away from his bulge and held onto the edges of the door as if dreading to touch me. “Abby?... “ He grunted my name in a warning tone, watching me crouch down before him. I undid his zipper frantically while still looking up at him,

“Abbyyy…” he growled again, his voice low and husky as I freed his thick shaft from his boxers, taking it in my hand and stroking it slowly, my tongue sticking out, staring up at him

My arm was moving rhythmically, my hand wrapped around his c**k, as I stroked him. His head tipped back and I heard him hiss out.

I took him into my mouth, and he grunted, feeling the warmth in my mouth. I bobbed up and down his length, for a few seconds, then I felt him dig his hand in my hair pulling me in to take his full length. He held me like that, choking me, enjoying it, not willing to let go.

“Damn Abbyyy…” he growled out if pleasure.

He let go of my head after a few more seconds, leaving me panting and gasping for air. His c**k glistened with my spit, and shoved past my lips once again, before I could breathe.

He f****d my face hard, hips snapped, balls slapped my chin. Drool poured down my chin, mixed with tears and mascara. I gagged, my throat convulsed around the head, but I kept sucking, harder. I hollowed my cheeks, desperate to taste him.

“f**k yes, that's what you wanted huh? Is that why you came into my office half naked?” He growled furiously. He held my head steady, pistoning into my mouth until my jaw ached, then he yanked out with a wet pop, strings of spit connected us.