My Cherie Amour


I opened the front door to a very handsome young woman. She seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t place her. Then it struck me! I’d seen her face on Christmas cards! It was my niece, Cherie. Well, not exactly my niece. Cherie was my ex-wife’s niece. I’d known her most of her life. We had traded Christmas cards for years, even after her Aunt and I divorced. And here she was, 25 years later , standing in my doorway. She’d transformed from a cute, shy and giggly little girl into a seemingly self assured woman, who didn’t look remotely close to thirty years old. “You always urged me to come and visit! Here I am!” she said as the snow fell gently onto her knit hat. “It’s great to see you Cher! Where’s Matt and Billy?” I asked looking over her shoulder towards her old beat up Volvo. “Long story! I‘ll tell you later.” she said as I ushered her into the house, taking her coat and hat. Once free of her overcoat she stepped close and gave me a hug. “Its good to see you again!” Looking up into my eyes she added, “Before I forget, I’m truly sorry for your loss!” “So you heard?” I said, trying not to tear up. “Yes. Aunt Mary told me about it! Are you doing OK?” “Yeah! I guess. Like that old song says, ‘Some days are diamonds, some days are rust’, but yeah, I’m doing alright.” I invited her to sit while I went to the kitchen. “Can I get you something to refresh after your long drive? Beer? Bailey’s? Wine?” “Since this is wine country, and I’m on vacation, a glass or two would be great!” she said demurely folding one leg underneath her as she sat down on the leather couch. “Chardonnay OK?” It’s local!” I said, handing her a near full glass as I sat down at the other end of the couch. “Mmmm! This is quite good! Very buttery!” “Glad you like it! There’s plenty more where that came from. So, tell me, why vacation here? And why alone?” “Matt and I are divorced. Have been for almost a year, and this Winter Break is his Holiday with Billy. Honestly, I didn’t feel like being alone. When I got your card, with your annual, ‘come istanbul travesti and visit’ plea, I decided, ‘What the hell! Why not!’ Now that I’m here though, I’m having second thoughts. I should have called ahead. Made sure it was OK.” “Its fine!” I said refilling her glass, “You’re always welcome here! I could use the company, and God knows I’ve got the guest space!” I added, gesturing down the hall to the spare bedrooms. Standing up, I said, “Allow me to show you to your quarters.” I picked up her overnight bag and walked down the hall to the spare bedroom, laying her bag on the double bed. Turning to her, I smiled. “You look stunning, by the way! The last time I saw you in person, you looked little girl cute! You had a pony tail sticking out of your softball cap. Now? If I wasn’t your uncle…… ” She stood before me, in the doorway, blushing but beautiful in her suede jacket, tan turtleneck, knee length leather skirt, and knee high boots, her ash blonde hair falling to her shoulders. ‘How the hell could Matt give this up?’, I thought to myself, trying not to surrender to my body’s urges. Walking up to me after I dropped her bag on the bed, she smiled, “Well, technically, your not, since you and Aunt Mary divorced, but don’t let that stop you!” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she lifted her head and pulled mine down to hers. Our lips met, brushing slightly against each others. We held there for a moment before I opened my mouth and hungrily pressed my tongue inside hers. Molding her body to mine, I stopped wanting to be proper, letting my penis’s imagination run wild, stiffening while we stood there locked in a passionate, deep kiss. “That was all I ever expected it to be…..and more!” she whispered, still looking deep into my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for years!” “You were sixteen when Mary and I split” I said incredulously. “Yeah, and that was about the time that I started fantasizing about my favorite uncle.” “And what, exactly did you fantasize about?” I asked, smiling, istanbul travestileri and still pressing my hard-on against her belly. “Losing my virginity to the kindest man I knew!” “Somehow, I don’t think Mary would have understood, but I will admit to enjoying you parading around the pool, while trying to hide this from you, your mom, and Mary” I replied, pressing my fully hardened cock against her belly. “Want to finish this discussion over dinner?” “I’d love to, kind sir!” she said as we disentangled from each other and headed for the kitchen. “What about after dinner?” she added coyly, giving the lump in my pants a friendly tweak. Over plates of Cajun shrimp and rice, salad and Semi-dry Gewurztraminer we talked. She filled me in on the gory details of finding her ex-husband in bed with his 19 year old secretary…..twice, as well as the physical and emotional abuse he heaped on her. I told her about my wife’s battle with ovarian cancer some six months ago. We retired to the living room where she sat in my lap playfully asking me to tell her a story. “ Just like old times, How about Sleeping Beauty Meets Pinocchio? The adult version!” she said squirming in my lap, my underused prick poking up between the skirt protecting her ass cheeks. Playing along I made it as dirty as I could while slipping my arm around her shoulder and my hand up under her sweater, cupping the swell of the left side of her padded bra. “Feels good to have a gentle hand paying attention.” she cooed, her head on my shoulder, her fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt. I continued my unexpurgated tale of Sleeping Beauty being ravished by Pinocchio , his head nestled between her thighs as she awoke from her spell induced sleep. My free hand, now up under her skirt, my fingers playing across the silken fabric of her panties, feeling her building heat and humidity. Continuing my bawdy tale, Sleeping Beauty held his head to her crotch as he told several lies, each making his nose longer and travesti longer, sinking deeper and deeper inside the Princesses virgin pussy. “Enough words!” she said, rising from my tented lap, “Show me, my Prince, how you would go about waking me up after a long slumber!” Picking her up, I carried her to the Master bedroom. Gently pulling her sweater over her head and laying her down, her ash blonde hair splaying out behind her onto the pillow. Continuing, I unsnapped the front closure, peeling the cups from her creamy breasts. Small but full orbs, topped by puffy silver dollar sized areolas and the most inviting nipples. I leaned over and captured her left side in my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue washing every inch of the sensitive flesh. Cherie moaned as her hands cradled my head, imprisoning me willingly. Her breasts smelled of Chanel No.5, making my cock swell. “Well, my Prince,” she said, “I’m awake now. What more do you intend to do with me?” Unzipping her skirt, she wriggled out of it, revealing chocolate covered thigh high panty hose and cream colored panties, complete with a damp patch in the front. I peeled the panties down over her knees, off her ankles, and up to my nose. Closing my eyes, I breathed in her scent before tossing the garment aside I leaned in and pressed my face into the tangle of blonde hairs standing guard over her pussy. “I’m going to lie to you!” I mumbled into the wiry pillow as I separated her legs, exposing the moist pink flesh beneath. Prying her lips apart I kissed the hood covering her clit as I pressed two fingers in between the bedewed lips below. “I hate your scent!” I said as I pushed my fingers just inside her. “This is the ugliest cunt I’ve ever seen!” My fingers slid deeper inside. “And the taste! Ugh!” fingers slid in even further as my tongue caressed the emerging nub. “Lie to me! Lie to me!” she laughed, squirming under my assault. “I’m gay!” My fingers curled deep in her wetness, searching for her g-spot. “Ohhhh! God! Don’t stop!” she moaned pushing her hips downward against my hand, then upward against my tongue. I continued to curl and uncurl, my tongue trilling against her clit, my spare hand cupping her breast, my fingers circling her swollen nipple. Her hands gripped my head, holding me to her, encouraging me to take her higher and higher.