Our Niece, Single Mom, Needs Money - 1

She’s in her late 30s, and is behind on credit cards, student loans, you name it. She got evicted, so they are staying with my wife and I. We are retired, home all day.

Our niece complains a lot about her money issues. Maybe not every day, more like every 2 or 3 days. She’s working from home, but it’s not steady work. As she was talking about various side hustles, she started kidding around with us about setting up an “only fans”.

The second or third time she brought it up, I asked her what was stopping her. She’s very attractive, fantastic ass and legs, unbelievable large green eyes (runs in our family) an ample set of tits, with nice long nipples. All of this is from what I could tell, via her see through “t”shirts that she wears to bed every night. Side views with a light behind her, those work best for me. Lol.

“Well, I wouldn’t know the first thing about it.” She answered me. “Internet, photography, the whole collecting money thing. My girlfriend Sandy actually does it, but her husband manages all that for her. And, he keeps everything, she doesn’t see any of the money she earns.”

A few years after her daughter was born, my niece had a bad break up. The break up was years ago now, and she still isn’t ready for another man.

“I could probably help.” I suggested. I glanced at my wife, to see if I was in trouble yet.

“He’s pretty good with computers”, added my wife. I wasn’t sure my wife knew what “only fans” specialized in. She was on her phone, I wasn’t sure she was even listening to us. Then she shot me a knowing look, and I knew she was up to speed … on everything.

“I’m not sure how far I could really go with it.” My niece glanced towards the bedrooms. I think she meant, as a mom, how big a sacrifice she could make, modesty wise.

“Up to you.” I shot back. “We could just do some quick samples, set it up, see if anything comes of it.”

We have tried to offer her money directly, but she won’t accept it. She will accept our help as far as providing her shelter, but that’s it. She was thinking now. She was actually thinking about this.

Oh. I should also mention, although I do my best to hide it from her: I really want to fuck my niece.

As in: split her wide open. Jam my thick old Uncle cock as high up into her as I can possibly go, whether she’s wet for me, or not. Then jam it in even deeper!

I mean, she really pushes all my libido buttons. She walks around the house all day in her nearly transparent sundresses, her high heels with straps up the ankles, those hoop earrings and that pearl necklace. And: nothing else. No bra, no panties, most days. She shaves it smooth, I know because sometimes that sundress sticks to the leather sofa, and I’m always on the lookout for a quick, free show. I don’t know who she shaves it for, I’m the only man around these days.

So, yeah. I want to take her to pound town, and I don’t care who’s watching us, or where we are. I want her.

My wife knows what I want, and she’s actually all for it; if I can ever talk my niece into it. She enjoys watching me fuck.

I’ve never really tried, seriously. My niece is like 32 years younger than me.

My wife and I are actually cousins, and so my niece - my wife’s sisters kid - is also my cousin. I have an incest kink, obviously. She’s close family, I’ve known her since she was born, and now I want to slip my cock inside of her. Pretty simple.

“I wouldn’t even know what to wear.”

Was my beautiful oh-so-fuckable niece actually visualizing our first photo session? She was staring into space now, images of financial stability suddenly flying through her head.

“Oh, I’ve got some things you could wear. And we could always go shopping”. My wife was always so helpful, with anything involving shopping. She was looking at her phone, but she shot me a look that said “you are gonna owe me for that one”.

“You’ve got it, you might as well use it” I continued. “And we could always just do the photos in our room, after her bedtime” I suggested, glancing towards the bedrooms.

“How much could we make?” Asked my niece. Her eyes were squinting now, like a mysterious, sexual sorcerous. She had me under her spell.

I glanced at her smooth white legs, curled up on the sofa. And then her soft tongue, as she suddenly licked her lips. Her hand started to play with her Pearl necklace, actually a gift from my mother to my wife, originally.

“Won’t know until we try. You never know. If you have the look they want, it could be a lot. You always look hot to me, but maybe I’m biased because I love you.”

Another cautious glance towards my wife. Still good, no red flags yet.

“We could do some different kinds of shots, make you a sweet family type / stay at home mom, but just sexy as hell. Which you already are. “

“Hey, maybe you do some cooking lessons in the kitchen, talking all about your family. Your parents, your brother and sister, me and your Auntie; everyone in your family. But we do that with a completely unbuttoned top, and no bra? Maybe you talk about the parents just in the next room, all here for a little birthday party. You look like a socker mom, but your clothes are basically falling off of you. Fishnet panty hose, your sexy high heels, and a shirt just buttoned at the very bottom, maybe a man’s shirt. Maybe one of mine? “

I could swear my wife was moving her hand between her legs.

“So, Dressed like a slut, talking about your daddy’s favorite desserts, as a nipple briefly shows when a fan I can set up randomly blows your shirt around.”

My niece was giggling, enjoying my out loud sex fantasy about her half naked body.

“Oh! Your bubble butt shaped ass would look so good in fishnet panty hose! You can talk about me too, if you want, your dear old Uncle, while you’re flashing me for the camera. Customers would get off on that!”

Her hands checked on her own neckline, as she saw my gaze lower to her chest. She glanced at her Auntie, then back to me.

“Ok. But I’m gonna sleep on it, ok Uncle _____ ? But …. Thank you. Thank you, so much. This could really work!”

I nodded, but my cock was so very hard at this point, I had to place a pillow over my crotch. I glanced at my wife. She was saying something at me, with just her lips, something very familiar to me: