Aunt Dimity Novels & Stories

The banquet hall erupted in chaos. Elaine screamed in disbelief, "Nolan, what did you just call her? How can this woman possibly be your aunt?" Nolan helped me up from the floor and replied impatiently, "Why can't she? This is my Aunt Betty! I won't mistake my own aunt!" The comments went wild: [No way! She really is the male lead's aunt? This is a disaster for the sweetheart!] [Oh my, so she's the youngest daughter in the family. Those are usually doted on by the whole family. The male lead might get punished too, not just the sweetheart!]

"Ok Auntie can you tell me where's your house so that I can drop you home safely" I supported her with my hands around her. "Yeah I'll tell you the direction" I nodded. "By the way what's your name sweety " She asked me when we took a turn by my apartment. "I'm Navmi Auntie but you can call me Nav people who are close to me call me Nav " She looked like a kind lady ,brown hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, some wrinkles on her face but very pretty. "My name is Damini and You can call me Dadi not auntie I'm too old for Auntie and besides that I have grandson who is much older than you."

The two omegas were duly hatted, and the old Aunt was leaning on both a cane and the arm of a particularly pretty young valet. “..let's go to church”

It was Damien Aunt's idea to hire more servants to work in his house. Damien didn't want to agree to this arrangement since he doesn't like inexperienced people. But with her eldest nephew living outside of the Cross main mansion, she couldn't help but get worried if he was well taken care of. Knowing Damien's nature that he isn't the kind of person to easily persuade, it took her a very long time to persuade him.

But as long as she's competent, I don't mind increasing her salary. "Dear, have a seat. Eat your breakfast now. I have a Book Club meeting to attend to, I'll be leaving Ecklis in your care then. Have a good day!" Aunt instructed as she took the book called Dialogue on the Infinity of Love by Tullia d'Aragona from the table and clutched it. "Alright, enjoy your book club, Aunt Amy!"

I tried not to think about that mating and coupling in the Delight Hotel, and I thought about paying the Triple L a surprise visit. When Dad and I stood in front of the white house, he rang the doorbell, and I realized that since I got back to the pack, I hadn't visited this place. Even though I had told Aunt Amory that I would pay her a visit. As the door swung open, a young lady whom I recognized as one of my cousins and Aunt Amory's daughter, Rita, stood there in a white dress and a pair of black slippers. She was fair-skinned but older than me, as she was married with two pups.

All I could do now was moan in response to her ministrations of my now rock-hard shaft. My Aunt mewled contentedly as she licked and sucked me, paying particular attention to the very swollen bulbous head of my dick. "Hmm, have to admit John, I don't remember it being quite this big and this hard the last time," she giggled slightly before taking a goodly portion of its length deep into her mouth again.

Good God, the woman was intimidating. Damien took a deep breath and smiled. "Good thing you know better, huh?" He tossed me a wink and touched a hand to the small of my back, forcing me to take a step toward the woman who, I was almost sure, is probably the devil's incarnate. "Aunty Milly, this is my new assistant, Leslie Ruffle. Leslie sweet this is my Aunt Mildred." "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, extending my hand to her.

And I’ll stick to this quote for the rest of my life. I took out my books as I still had time, it was 7:30AM now, which means I still had half an hour left. While I was sitting, I heard my mother talking to someone, I peeped out from the door and guess who it was? My most sweetly annoying aunt! Aunt Annie. A woman about 56 years old. She had slightly white hair which she dyed every other day. A wrinkled face that always showed some kind of jealousy. But most importantly, the sweetest tone when she spoke to anyone which covered all her bitterness at once.

She smiled now and blew a kiss at herself before skipped away. By the time she was out of her room, her aunt was in the dining room packing lunch for her children. Aunt Jane had two kids: David, who was thirteen years old and Mercy, who was ten. Emily has been living with her widowed Aunt since she was ten. Her aunt had just moved into their recent place when Emily showed up.