Written by Edymaniac
“Would you please rise as we sing hymn number 233,” the choir master said to the congregation. The nearly three hundred member church stood as many turned the pages of their hymn books. A moment later the choir master held his arms up and then a joyful sound filled the hall.
Titi looked up at her uncle, Raymond, as he sang deeply. His voice was one she never got tired of hearing. Singing hymns was her favorite part of services each week because of him. Watching him with admiration as he paid close attention to the choir she felt warm in his presence. Returning her gaze to the hymn book, her uncle held out for her she raised her voice as well.
On the second verse she noticed that her uncle was no longer singing. Placing her finger in the book, she moved it along to the word that they were on. After a about half a dozen words when he still had not heard his voice she turned to him. Her uncle was looking down, but not at the book. Following his gaze she looked down at her chest and suddenly understood what had taken his breath away.
Titi was a full bodied woman, as her aunt liked to say. She was what some men called very busty. Her hips were full, her ass wide and her stomach was flat. Many of the girls her age were much thinner with very slender figures, so much so that she always felt a certain amount of self-consciousness and uneasiness. But she never felt inadequate in the breasts department. Her boobs were soft and had the feel of a pillow. Definitely more than a handful, one boyfriend had remarked.
It was her chest that had captivated her uncle, of all people, in the middle of a church hymn. The dress she wore was tight about her boobs, as many of her clothes were, but there was a piece of fabric that covered her cleavage to give her the modesty church required. This white cloth that covered the gap between her breasts had fallen forward an inch; just enough so that if someone was looking directly down they could see her boobs clasped in the white lace bra.
Titi felt a smile creep across her face and lust spread quickly down into her chest where her nipples stiffened and began to ache pleasantly. The fact that her uncle’s ogling had turned her on caused her smile awkwardly. Surprised by her own reaction Titi coughed to relieve the tension. Her uncle patted her on her back, looking down with concern on his face. She nodded that she was okay and then the song ended.
As everyone sat down Titi grabbed her sweater off the pew and excused herself to the toilet. She locked the door in the restroom as she set herself down on the toilet. Fanning her face she tried to calm herself but with each passing moment she kept recalling the look of lust on her uncle’s face as he gazed at her body.
Gathering her flowing skirt Titi tentatively slipped a hand under her dress and had to bite her tongue to suppress a moan finding that her panties were damp. Her other hand quickly rose to her left breast and pinched her nipple hard through the bra. The wetness between her thighs was growing quickly.
Making a quick decision Titi pulled the white bra straps off her shoulders and pulled her arms through the loops. She pressed the loose straps between the bra and her skin so they would not swing free. With a grunt she tore the white fabric from the front of her dress and then pulled her bra down so that her nipples were no longer covered by the cups of the bra. She reversed the sweater so that it covered her chest instead of her back and stepped out of the room.
When Titi returned to her uncle the sermon was just beginning. Raymond reached over to pull the song book out of her way as she sat down but he wasn’t quick enough and she sat on his hand, pinning it to the seat beneath her soft ass. He gave her an apologetic look and tried to pull his hand free but Titi reached between them and held his arm still. She gave him a soft vague look and her ass.
Shifting her weight slightly Titi guided her uncle’s hand to turn over so that her ass rested on his palm. His eyes widened as she twisted a little in his grip and he started to say something to her when he realized she seemed to be paying attention to the sermon. Baffled by this sudden turn of events he too looked up to the pulpit and tried to listen to the words the preacher spoke.
After a minute he could feel his Niece’s weight shift around a little, the pressure of her ass against his hand encouraging the erection forming in his pants. His fingers stretched to grip her huge soft ass and from the corner of his eye he saw Titi close her eyes slowly as she sucked in air through parted lips. Her mouth curved in a small smile and he could tell her eyes were rolling back in delight as he continued his sneaky groping.
Raymond tried to look about without appearing to do so, assessing whether anyone had noticed that his niece was sitting on his hand. No one was looking at them with a disapproving stare. Mrs. Nike, a seventy-year old grandmother of six, smiled at him when he turned around to look at the row directly behind. Returning her smile weakly, Raymond faced forward once again.
Titi leaned into her uncle. When Raymond looked down at her she held the sweater away from her body and he could clearly see the changes she had made to her dress. It was his turn to gasp as he beheld the beauty of her cleavage hidden to all but him. Her brown skin was on full display and the dark valley formed by her breasts caused him to grip her fleshy ass-cheek tightly.
A light giggle escaped Titi’s lips as she felt her uncle’s reaction, the ache in her chest and the wetness between her thighs growing. Raymond could clearly see the flesh around the tip of her breast fold up as the nipple became ever larger. His dick became stiff as he gazed upon the tender flesh of his niece’s feminine body.
“Amen,” the congregation said.
Raymond tore his gaze away from his niece’s heaving boobs and tried bravely to pay attention as his hand squeezed the soft ass pressed onto his hand. Titi laid her hand upon his thigh as she cuddled into her uncle’s shoulder. The smell of his cologne was light and mesmerizing and she felt herself drifting into the cloud as she concentrated on the scent. She could feel his hard-on just at the edge of her fingertip as it grew down his trousers’ leg. With just a small stretch of her finger she could rub the crown of his dick undetectably.
Raymond’s breathing became softly shallow as his heart raced in his chest. The fear of being caught, in church no less, coupled with the fact that it was his very own niece made him more aroused than he had ever been. Within moments of her sneaky rubbing his dick was at full stiff and he could feel wetness upon his upper thigh where pre-cum was leaking
To be continued………..