Uncle John, May I Ask a Favor?

Practicing law in Chicago, I have been exposed to many eligible bachelors, dated most of them, slept with many. My name is Megan. I am forty years old and an unmarried mother of a handsome blonde haired, blue-eyed son. My journey to parenthood began a fairly typical path hoping for the right man, marriage, then evolved into a search for a sperm donor, but ended with a lifelong love and the perfect father.

My divorced mother and one of her sisters lived in the same subdivision of a mid-sized Midwest town. My mother and father divorced shortly after my birth. I'm the youngest of three, having two older brothers. Aunt Nancy has been, as far as I know, happily married with four sons, two older and two younger than I. My Uncle David was comically misidentified by another cousin as "Uncle John" when we were young, so it stuck. We have called him Uncle John since I can remember, "UJ" for short.

Growing up with two brothers and four male cousins nearby, I have always been surrounded by handsome boys, now men, all being my age within a few years. I attended all of their weddings, standing up in some of them, falling down drunk at some stage in the festivities of all of them. Each wedding found me with a different "plus 1", each of them described as "the one" to squeeze my escort within the limited guest lists that were compiled by my mother and aunt but controlled by the family of the various brides.

In the case of my cousins, I could always convince my aunt that I had found the perfect guy. My cousins would always roll their respective eyes and as it turned out, they had good reason to be skeptical as each romance was short-lived and I found myself promoting another guy for the next wedding. Of the six weddings, I had no "repeat" men sharing the occasions with me, but each of them had a very good time.

With each of my brothers and neighboring cousins happily married and beginning families, I began to yearn for a family of my own. Countless times, I kindled relationships and some of them lasted for extended periods of time. As I got older, so did my new beau, and as the subject of marriage and especially children entered the conversation, interest waned and I found myself looking for the next Mr. Right. Eventually, I left husband hunting behind, but never the thought of having a child.

Before judgment is passed on me as an unattractive and unappealing prospect, I offer this description. I am 5'10" tall and weigh 130 lbs. My long brown hair tops a slender physique with long legs and small but perky breasts. I'm an avid skier and frequent the gym. I'm stylish and can be a head-turner. I've been told I am fun and I've shown a lot of guys (and a few women) a good time. I have never been without a weekend or travel companion, but as I look back on my social life I may have waited a bit too long to get serious about life and love.

As I have shared, my brothers and cousins are all good looking hunks. They are tall and handsome, smart professionals. They have good genes, and genes became important to me as I moved into sperm donor search mode. To whom you might pose the "would you father my child?" question is the challenge that faced me as my child bearing years began to dwindle. My brothers and my cousins were not viable options.

"Megan, this is your Uncle John," the voice on the call I received at the office greeted me.

"Hi, UJ!" I answered, happy to hear his voice and surprised to hear him on the line, "What's up?"

"There's a formal dinner in your town and I'll be hosting some big wigs at the company table. Your aunt has a conflict and I want to know if you'll be my date?"

"When is it? I'd love to go and it gives me an excuse to buy something new to wear."

"It's next month on the 9th, at the Ritz. I'll be driving up that afternoon. I can pick you up if you like. I'll be staying over and have a suite there. It's a tuxedo thing and there will be some old grey hairs at our table. They'll be jealous that I have a knockout like you on my arm."

"Oh, Uncle John," I replied feigning embarrassment but flattered by his compliment.

"It's a date! I will call you when I get into town. Happy shopping," my UJ declared before saying good-bye and hanging up.

I loved Uncle John. With my parents split before I was old enough to know what was going on around me, UJ was a father figure to me. He coached my brothers and cousins in all of their sports. We vacationed together. I rarely saw my dad, and UJ was a big part of my life. He attended my dance recitals and volleyball matches. He attended my college graduation. If I were to get married, I would have asked him to walk me down the aisle. I was excited about being on his arm for a formal dinner. Now, I need to find the right dress.

I discovered that the dinner we were to attend included the governors from both our states. People traveled for miles to attend and in years past it had been one big party. I also found that my UJ's company was being honored and one of its most successful projects had been initiated and managed by my uncle.

The day of the dinner finally arrived. I had found a dress within a week of my uncle's invitation. It was a long dress that tied around the neck. The back was bare to the waist and I had to wear it without a bra. My tits are small so I was okay with being braless but I would need to be careful to not allow too much slack in the straps otherwise I might allow a direct view of my pink nipples that can protrude a good half inch when aroused or cold. The material was very silky and slinky. Since the dress was long and followed the shape of my ass, I opted to leave my panties at home. My hair fell to my shoulders and I let my natural curls be my hairstyle for the evening. Large hoops in my ears and a single strand of pearls accentuated the slight cleavage the dress and my breasts displayed.

"Hey, gorgeous, I am in town. Can we meet at the hotel bar at 5:00? Why don't you Uber into the hotel. I have a suite. If you and your old uncle party too much, you can crash here," the familiar voice laughed before I had a chance to say "hello".

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you at 5:00!" my excited voice declared as my nerves began to tingle for the first time in anticipation of the evening.

I walked into the warm and friendly hotel bar promptly at 5:00. I knew the place well and hoped the bartender would not treat me as a regular although he had seen me there late at night and in the wee hours not always with the same companion nor gender.

"Wow", we both exclaimed in unison as we found each other near the bar. My exclamation because my uncle, who was in his mid-fifties, looked every bit as handsome as vintage Sean Connery James Bond in a classic black tuxedo fitted to his frame. Uncle John had allowed some growth of his facial hair which matched his neatly trimmed and slightly sparse hair that adorned his head. The steel blue bow tie and cummerbund served to illuminate UJ's brilliant blue eyes. He was dashing.

My uncle's "wow", I hoped, was inspired by my revealing dress that hugged me in all the right places.

And, speaking of hugs, our greeting lingered as we embraced and I felt my UJ's warm hand on my bare back as my hard nipples (was it excitement or the cool air in the bar?) seemed to pierce the fabric of the formal jacket buttoned neatly at his sternum. An exchange of kisses on our cheeks ended our greeting and he took my hand to lead me to a remote booth where his drink was waiting. The bartender was not far behind and I hoped that he was admiring my panty-less ass.

"What will the lady be having this evening?" a familiar face inquired with a wink. Thankfully, he did not ask if I wanted the "usual", nor did he say "good to see you again".

"A cosmopolitan would be nice, Rob." I responded deciding to share his name to alleviate any nervousness either of us might have in the presence of my new and older companion.

"Make that a double, Rob, and I'll have another as well." Uncle John added with a wink of his own directed to me.

As I waited for my drink, my mind ventured to thoughts that came to me over the few weeks between the invitation and my Uber ride to the Ritz. My search for a sperm donor brought me to focus on the blonde hair and blue eyes of my cousins so I had been particularly friendly to men with these characteristics but to no avail. I had also paid particular attention to my menstrual cycle and when I was ovulating. I smiled when I made the note on my calendar for tonight's dinner that the date was marked with an "O".

"A penny for your thoughts?" My uncle's voice snapped me back to the moment and my face grew a crimson tone.

"I'm sorry Uncle John. I've been so looking forward to seeing you that I was revisiting something as today approached."

"Well, the expression on your face was pretty serious. If you're concerned about how you look, let me reassure you that you are absolutely stunning. Forgive me for saying that I wish I was twenty years younger, single, and not obligated to attend this damn dinner. We'd be out on the town and then some!"

"'and then some', ooh, I like the sound of that", I flirted.

"May I ask, what serious thoughts were on your beautiful mind?"

"Let's finish these drinks, and I might just tell you," I countered, knowing that I'd need to be a bit more tipsy before I shared my innermost near incestuous cravings.

"Fair enough. here's to sharing serious thoughts!" UJ offered a toast as I saw that he was down to the last of his second drink while I had mindlessly consumed my double with barely a sip to share the toast.

"Here's to serious thoughts," I responded yet pondered whether I could actually share what I was thinking moments ago.

The dinner was extravagant with bottles of wine at every table. I was impressed that my UJ was known by many of the dignitaries in attendance. I found myself seated between two older directors of UJ's company. They had obviously been drinking before the event and were not inconspicuous in their ogling of my bare skin and took turns draping an arm over the back of my chair and rubbing or squeezing my exposed shoulders. I did not discourage them hoping to benefit my uncle and his relationship with his superiors.

After a surprisingly short program, a curtain at the end of the large ballroom opened and revealed a twenty piece dance band that struck up some toe-tapping sounds. My uncle grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor to escape invitations of my older suitors. I caught a glimpse of their disappointment as we shuffled between the tables. They smiled when I blew them a kiss.

"I hope you don't mind. I wanted the first dance with you, and I knew there to be dozens waiting for this opportunity," my UJ said as he swung me onto the dance floor to the strains of a Glenn Miller tune.

I had danced with my uncle many times and knew him to be quite talented. He was always the first to take the floor and the last to leave. The wine and the cosmos had definitely taken effect on me and I was relieved to hear the band move to a slow dance and have UJ pull me into his arms to stabilize my uncertain footing. The lights were dimmed when "Moonlight Serenade" began and UJ felt free to pull me closer with both hands on my bare back.

I leaned into his embrace and place my head on his shoulder. My ear was at the level of his warm breath as he repeated his words from the bar: "if only I were twenty years younger..."

"UJ, I've been with older men than you." I revealed, to which my uncle slowly responded by slowly sliding his fingers inside my dress to the crack of my ass. I then added, "and none of them were as handsome and sexy as you."

"Let's get out of here," he whispered, and as we passed our table, my older gentlemen friends stood hoping to have my next dance only to frown as I said " Goodnight boys" and blew each of them a kiss.

"Welcome back", Rob greeted us as we were escorted to the same remote booth in the hotel bar.

"We'll have a bottle of your best red and two glasses, Rob", my UJ responded, as he joined me on the same side of our booth tossing his jacket to the other side while sliding ever so close to me.

Rob returned, expertly removed the cork from the bottle and poured our wine. Returning to the bar, he said, "I'll leave the two of you. Enjoy."

We touched our goblets and sipped glorious claret but before UJ could speak, I touched a finger to my uncle's lips, and spoke, "I want to have your baby'.

Obviously speechless, UJ took a gulp of the tasty red as I continued, "I'm not married and have no prospects. My baby making years are fading. You and Auntie have made four handsome boys and I choose you to father my child. I'm ovulating. Please, Uncle John. I've been practicing this request since you invited me to join you for this evening. Please?"

UJ filled the glasses that we had barely touched. We drank in silence until the bottle and both glasses were empty. He took my hands in his and looked into my eyes.

"It will be my honor and our pleasure," he responded, and I was pleasantly surprised when he leaned toward me and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

Motioning for the bartender, Uncle John asked if I liked the red. Nodding my approval, UJ asked Rob to have another bottle sent to his room with two glasses.

"I'll see to it myself," Rob acknowledged with a wink and a smile directed my way.

With that, UJ rose from the booth, slipped his tuxedo jacket on and offered his hand to me as I exited the booth. We strolled through the ornate hotel lobby and stood in front of the elevator doors. He still held my perspiring hand as my heart raced.

My uncle's suite was impressive. It had a living area with a small bar, two bedrooms each with a king-size bed, and two baths, one with a shower big enough for two people and the other with large Jacuzzi bath. Uncle John went straight to the bath with the shower saying he needed to get out of his tux. I opted for the other bath to freshen up.

I shimmied out of my long dress and except for my heels and minimal accessories, stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. I knew Uncle John would be taking a quick shower and considered whether to join him. I was not going to slip into the luxurious bath because I had other things I was anxious to accomplish. I decided to wait on UJ and looked for the complimentary hotel robes in the bathroom closet. There were none to be had. Hoping to find a robe in the other bath, I started across the suite naked as the day I was born and adorned with hoops, pearls and heels, when there was a knock on the door.

Hearing the shower running and my UJ humming a Beatles tune, I was left to greet our visitor. With security chain in place, I opened the door slightly and identified Rob with the wine and two glasses. I told him I was not decent and he attempted to slide the bottle and glasses through the available space of the chained door to no avail.

Still feeling the effects of the evening's alcohol, I purred, "If you'll consider seeing me as your tip, I'll unchain the door."

"It would be the best tip of my evening." He calmly replied and I pushed the closed to remove the chain, opened the door and waved my hand in front of me to welcome him.

He walked backwards, never taking his eyes off me and nearly stumbling over the furniture more than once as he took full advantage of the opportunity by taking the wine to a table on the far side of the room. I followed him step by step never covering up and giving him my full-frontal best. He opened the wine and poured. He exited, again in reverse, and when he arrived at the door, I put my hand on it to delay his departure and using the other to pull him into an open mouth kiss with playful tongue. I grabbed his free hand and stroked myself with it from breast to bush.

I opened the door and said simply, "Good night, Rob, wish me luck," and closed the door.

I turned to see Uncle John with a smile on his face and nothing else. I walked to him with my best strut and he opened his arms for our first naked caress. We held the pose for several wordless seconds as I focused on each of the contact points between us, savoring each of them: the cock on my tummy getting harder, the point of my nipples getting sharper, the dew forming on my pussy lips getting denser and my head getting lighter. Finally, he spoke.

"Megan, I am not a sperm donor. I am your Uncle and I love you very much. I have loved you as the daughter I never had and because I love you, I will make love to you. In our passion we may resort to pure fucking, but any child born of this union will be the product of two loving souls."

And with that, my Uncle John, today my lover, swooped me off my feet and carried me to the bed in the room where he had showered and lay me across the bed. He joined me and began kissing my cheeks avoiding my lips. He traced nibbles down my neck and across my shoulders. He licked the undersides of both breasts on his way to drawing circles around my nipples with the tip of tongue before sucking each of them between his lips. The kisses continued down to my stomach and the moisture of his travels pooled in my navel.

He moved from my tummy to my feet, removing my heels and planting kisses from my ankles to my knees as he spread my legs and moved between them. Kisses turned to a flat tongue painting the inside of my thighs alternating between them and moving ever so slowly toward my pussy, dripping with juices inspired by his oral onslaught. I cannot remember breathing but every touch of his lips and tongue linger in my memory and in my scalding love tunnel.

My lover reached the apex of my long legs and lapped at my sex before sucking my clit into his lips to meet a tongue that danced me to the first of my orgasms. I was a bundle of sexual nerves from head to toe and each of them had been ignited with pleasure.

As he rose from my pussy, I welcomed for a second the break from foreplay as I had never experienced. I felt my heart beat and listened to my rapid breathing. Then, as if placing an oxygen mask on a breathless victim, his lips captured mine and his tasty tongue toyed within. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his chest crush my aroused titties and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him.

I reached between us and grasped his cock for the first time. I didn't care about its size or length, I only thought about is as the conduit through which four handsome sons had been conceived and hopefully a fifth in my womb. I widened my knees and raised my pelvis as I probed the opening with this rock hard baby-making instrument. Never in my sexual adventures had I been so excited about I was about to do.

With a slight adjustment I fed my uncle's cock into my pussy, stretching the walls and realizing just what a big hard cock I was enjoying. He moved up and in, and I was full.

"You are one beautiful creature, Megan," were the only words I heard before the rhythmic strokes began. He moved in and out and side to side, and at times he rotated his cock inside me. I said nothing as I enjoyed this fucking like no other.

He was an experienced lover for sure as I felt the onset of my second orgasms caused by his pelvic bone massaging my love button with every thrust. I screamed in pleasure and he kissed my neck and pinched my nipple.

My scream was followed shortly by his groans that seemed to start deep within him and pulsed to the end of his rod which exploded inside me. He slowed his stroking and planted his cock deep as it continued to pump its load. I felt every drop he emptied in me hoping one would carry a mate to a waiting egg. A few tears of joy rolled down my cheek. He captured them with his tongue and shared them with a long passionate kiss.

We enjoyed a relaxing bath together along with the nearly forgotten bottle of wine. Kisses were plentiful as we stroked the entirety of each other's body. We examined every limb and crevice with fingers, lips and tongues.