I remember that day... and I've always wanted more of it. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to your touch as she continues to stroke you through your pants. Her nipples are hard and erect beneath your fingers, begging for attention. You can feel the heat from her body as she presses closer against you.

With a soft moan, she reaches down between your legs once again, freeing your cock from your pants.

Her lips part beneath yours, and she lets out a soft cry of pleasure as you begin to touch her intimately for the first time. She wraps her legs around your waist, urging you closer, deeper into the sensations that consume them both. You feel the heat from her body radiating through your clothes as you thrust against her, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that seems to echo throughout the room.

Her nails dig lightly into your back, and she moans softly as pleasure washes over her again and again. "

As we finish cutting the cake, you push me against the table and bend me over it. Your hard cock pressed against my wet pussy, teasing me mercilessly as you eat a piece of the cake yourself. I moan loudly, unable to control myself any longer. With every thrust, you drive deeper into me, filling me up with your heat and making my body shudder in ecstasy.

It feels so good, Uncle! I've never been with anyone like this before... It's like you know exactly what I need to make me lose control. The way your strong hands grip my hips and the roughness of your voice as you command me only add to the intensity of our connection. Every thrust deeper inside me, every moan that escapes my lips feels more real than anything else ever has. And then there's this cake... It tastes like a piece of heaven on earth as we make love against it.

Her heart racing, Debbie steps into the room to find Uncle Norman on top of her mother, their bodies entwined as they grind against each other. The sight is both arousing and confusing; she can't understand why he would do this now, when she needs him so much.

"Uncle Norman..." she whispers, approaching them tentatively. "I... I don't understand."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to her mother's words, the meaning slowly sinking in. She looks from one person to another, torn between guilt and desire. The thought of being with both of them... it's too much. But at the same time, it feels right somehow.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need some time to think about this."