Aunt May Nude Novels & Stories

"I guess it was payback. I knew, I just knew she was going to let you take liberties. Hell, she had your face between her tits in broad daylight. I had no idea how far she'd go. And that poor boy is so smitten with me. I know it drives her crazy how he his around me. She even caught him beating off to a naked picture of me. Now I close my blinds whenever he's around. I wasn't really thinking through things. But if you were going to play with her tits, I was going to let him play with mine." I pulled my hand out of her panties, and rubbed her softly on the outside of them. "Do you want to know the rest?" She nodded. I grabbed the sides of her shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She lifted

I've always had a thing for Aunty. She's my neighbor, a strict woman in her late 30s, but with a body that could make any man drool. Big, juicy tits, a deep navel, wide child-bearing hips, and thick, shaky thighs that jiggle with every step. She's the epitome of a MILF, and I've wanted to bury my face between those thighs since I was a teenager. Aunty is always kind to me, bringing me snacks and letting me play games at her house. But I've always wanted more. I've fantasized about her, dreamed about her, and now, I'm going to make it a reality.

My aunt's voice cut through our little make-out. I practically held myself from openly whining about it. We withdrew our lips but our hands were still making contact with our body parts. None of us had disconnected our gaze. I still looked at Maya like she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was, in a way. "Both of you need to get a room, Aunty B's voice came up again. "Meanwhile, Anya did you not bring spare clothes today?"

She takes off her sneakers and socks. I lie down and cover my worry that my aunt will realize she is having a nervous breakdown. “Ora, look at me,” my naked aunt instructs. I look up. In an attempt to pacify her. “I don’t want to see your bits,” I said, gesturing to her nakedness and covering my face with my hands. “You’re going to miss the transformation.” She taunts.

Sean looked on, puzzled, his gaze fixed on me. He gave his friends a covert nod, and they lunged at me like predators. I shrank back into a corner, my voice trembling as I said, "Sean, what are you doing? I'm your uncle's bride! What do you want with me? "Don't touch me. Back off, all of you, just back off! "Sean, do you really want to make a fool of your uncle?" With a harsh slap, Sean pinned me to the ground. "Shut up, Ella. Guys, strip her, take pictures for the press. She'll learn what it means to mess with my uncle's reputation."

NYX While aunt Diane was seated on her usual lounge sofa wearing her usual long flowing lounge dress, her legs spread apart, several girls including myself gathered her. While I sat in front of her massaging her ankles, two other girls massaged her neck and shoulders. Another girl worked on her scalp, causing her eyes to remain fluttered, almost as if she was asleep. Two girls were suckling each of her nipples that was released from her dress while another girl, had her face buried inbetween aunt Diane’s legs, pleasuring her. Her head was buried inside aunt Diane’s dress, obstructing her nakedness from public eyes. Thankfully so.

"Oh, look! Your sister is starting the cake! Come on, Orion, you know how she gets if we aren't there to cheer for her." Noah grabbed Orion’s massive hand with his own small, soft one, tugging on him with all his might. To anyone watching, it was a sweet scene: the tiny, feminine uncle leading his "cherished" giant of a nephew toward the family festivities. But as Orion followed, his hand engulfed Noah’s, his fingers lacing through the soft, porcelain digits. He watched the way Noah’s wide hips swayed beneath the silk of his trousers, the bouncy gait that was entirely too provocative for a man who claimed to be innocent.

I wasn’t sure when that had started being true. A seven-year-old in a swimsuit tugged on my hem. “Are you the new auntie?” she demanded. “I am,” I said solemnly. “I’m Maya. I can hold my breath for twelve seconds.” “Twelve?” “Underwater,” she clarified importantly, and sprinted away before I could respond. An older aunt found me near the drinks table. My father’s sister—silver-haired, barely five feet tall, hands that smelled like lavender and old rings. She took my face in both palms without asking and held me there, studying me with eyes that were already leaking.

His face was a mask of cold arrogance, his sharp amber eyes narrowing as he looked down at her small, fragile frame. "Ah, the Omega Luna," Elder Vance spoke, his voice booming through the quiet hall, intentionally drawing the attention of every noble present. "We have heard much about your... unique presence at the border war council. My daughter tells me you have quite a sharp tongue for an outsider. Tell me, girl, do you truly believe that sitting in the King’s tent makes you qualified to understand the blood-soaked treaties of the Amber Court? Or are you merely distracting our Alpha King from the duties of his lineage?"

ADRIAN I didn't immediately understand my aunt's words. Those words—"She's identical to my daughter"—still floated in the air, as if they weren't meant for me. I wanted to speak to her, ask her what she meant, but her breathing had quickened, gasping. Her fingers trembled on the sheet, her eyes fixed on Lyra, afraid to blink. — Aunt... calm down. You're mistaken. This is my fiancée, Lyra. You're confusing her with someone else.