Aunt Porn With Text Novels & Stories

“Ayy! What Pating? I am Patty! And no, I don’t need a parade to dress fabulously. Come on, this neighborhood is already so dull—shouldn’t we at least add some beauty to it?” He said dramatically, making Izzy grimace. “Mother… How are you? I heard you had surgery. That’s great! Now you can join me in beauty pageants in the next village. If I bring you along, we’ll win for sure!” Patty’s high-pitched voice was full of enthusiasm, making Izzy’s mother shake her head in amusement. “Oh, Pating, you’re even dragging Aunt Hilda into your pageants… She still needs to recover.” “Oh, come on, Mang Pedring! Look at me—I look gorgeous! So feminine! And you still call me Pating? I told you, I am Patty!”

While I held his cock which still had a little pre cum on it. But, Aunt, this is a terrible thing we just did. “What if Dad comes back and finds out about our affairs? He won't… not until you spill the beans to him. And besides, you enjoyed how you fucked me, didn't you?” Aunt, I came inside you. I'm afraid you’ll get pregnant.. “Don't worry, son, I'm on protection.” I took contraceptive pills already.” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.”

Some tall, brown skinned hunk currently has my middle aged aunt spread eagle on the table, her head thrown back and her mouth half open in wild pleasure while he pumps his extra-sized cock into her over and over again. I have no idea when my bag slips from my hand, but it does. And the “thunk!” sound it makes as it clatters to the floor pierces the air like a siren. “Aunt Ophelia! What the hell is going on here?!” *** THIRTY MINUTES AFTER BEING CAUGHT RED-HANDED… The atmosphere is strangely silent and awkward. My aunt and I are currently seated on the patio. My choice, because I wanted to be as far away from the scene of her… wild exhibitions, as possible.

"Aunt, please, don’t listen to him! I swear, we’re nothing but friends!" However, Aunt's face suddenly curled up into a dark smirk, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Too late. I already texted your father. He needs to come see the wh*re he’s been breeding in his house," she spat sharply. Her words were like knives stabbing into my chest. My legs felt weak all of a sudden, and my breath came out shallow and broken. "No… No! Aunt, please don’t do that! Dad’s going to kill me!" My voice cracked, and I could already feel my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Jen commented, amazed. Aurora just laughed softly and shook her head at them. "I can't miss my brother's birthday." He turned to Alea and smiled. "So, who's your topic a while ago? Did I hear right? Amber and Scarlet? Are they here?” she asked. He also turned around and immediately saw Scarlet and Amber. "Who's the guy?" He turned back to his companions. "That's Stephen Williamson, the uncle of Scarlet and the boyfriend of Amber," Jen answered.

“No wait, doctor, she’s saying gunshots; it might be that—” “I’m saying it’s part of memory loss, and you’re here trying to argue with me, a doctor? Listen Mrs, if I say memory loss, it’s memory loss; the police have already confirmed the accident.” The doctor cut the aunt as she was trying to connect pieces. “You’re totally right, doctor; she’s crazy. I will come back for her on her day of release; please excuse me,” the aunt said and left without even saying goodbye to the girl. She had more important things to do than watch over this girl—she wasn’t her nanny.

After, wrapped in robes, we drank the rest of the champagne on the balcony, his come still dripping down my thighs, my neck covered in marks he’d have to hide tomorrow at family brunch. His phone buzzed on the table. Unknown number. A video file. He opened it. Forty-three seconds of grainy night-vision footage: Exam Room Three. Me in the stirrups. His white coat on the floor. My voice clear as day: “Uncle Adrian, please—” The text beneath it read: Enjoy the honeymoon suite, Doctor. Delete the original like a good boy, or this goes to your sister tomorrow morning. He showed me the screen. I went cold.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

The close call only left us both hungrier. Later that same day it was the guest bathroom on the first floor. I had gone in to wash my hands after helping with the baby. Frank followed under the excuse of needing a towel. The second the door locked he bent me over the sink, yanked my panties down, and pushed into me from behind. The mirror showed everything—my flushed face, his hand on my hip, the wet slide of his cock. We could hear Aunt Ruth’s voice just outside talking to Mom about the ceremony programs. Frank clamped a hand over my mouth and fucked me harder, the risk turning every thrust sharper. I came first, shaking against the porcelain, and he followed with a low grunt he barely mana

Oscar clutched the yellow envelope to his chest like a winning lottery ticket. The financial panic that had been suffocating him all evening evaporated into thin air. He no longer cared about Maeve’s demanding father or his own maturing margin calls. He held a dagger pointed directly at the heart of the Grayson empire. "Send a copy of this to my private encrypted drive," Oscar commanded, his tone dripping with newfound malice. "And set up a private meeting with Aunt Evelyn and Director Vance for tomorrow morning." Victor nodded, reaching for the door handle. "And Adelaide?"