Aunt Sex Real Novels & Stories

" She asked. "It was fine." I shrugged. "Did you have sex with him or something?" My aunt questioned with a narrowed gaze, catching me off guard. "Aunt! Of course we didn't." I said, my cheeks hot with emberrasment. "What? You are old enough to have sex, Maya. When I was your age, I was having a lot of sex and I imagine that you are too." My eyes widend and shock at her words. "Why are we having this conversation right now, Aunt?"

I crept along the passage to the main bedroom the door was slightly ajar, although I felt guilty I couldn't help myself, looking through the gap what met my eyes quickly had my cock at full mast. Aunt Karen was bending over her sexy legs splayed open as wide apart as possible her enormous tits hanging down like a pair of udders one hand busily pinching an enormous firm rusty red nipple, the size of which was at least 2 even 3" long protruding from a saucer size dark brown areola, the other hand was occupied with her cunt as she fucked herself with it so deeply that you couldn't see four of her long slim fingers and part of her palm when she thrust them upward. Uncle Jim was standing on a sma

I couldn’t help but wonder where the old Adrian had gone. “They’re curious.” He said, as if that should make me feel better. I rolled my eyes. His amusement lasted exactly three seconds before the first person approached. “Adrian.” A woman who looked to be in her sixties appeared in front of us. She was Beautiful. And immediately interested in me. Her eyes brightened. “Oh.” I knew that “oh.” It was the same sound Chloe made whenever she discovered fresh gossip. Adrian sighed. “Aunt Margaret.” Her smile widened. “Is this Ava?”

“Derek fucked me last night in the garage… but it wasn’t enough. He never is. I kept thinking about you, Alan. About how big and hard you look when I notice the imprint of your heavy dick through your shorts. I need a real man.” Her confession hit me like lightning. My aunt, my hot, curvy aunt, was seducing me in my parents’ shower while they were away. The taboo made my cock surge to full hardness in her soft hand. She dropped to her knees on the wet tile without another word. Water cascaded over her as she looked up at me with those slutty green eyes. “Let Aunt Riley take care of you, baby.”

I would make sure their husbands received copies of this tape. They deserved to see their wives being such whores. Mrs. Carmichael swallowed my cock first. I loved being blown by Hank's mother. The MILF suckled on my dick while her son groaned. He fisted his rod as his mother bobbed her head, working her lips up and down my cock. "That's it, Catherine," cooed Mrs. Taylor, the aunt. "Suck on that big dick. Ooh, he's so much bigger than your son's cock. Or my husband's."

What's certain is that after that, he seemed confident, then gave an explanation. "From the beginning, we did have a relationship. In fact, it wasn't just close. But, it had progressed to a further stage." "What do you mean?" Savana, who was also listening, cut in directly. She even stepped closer to Bastian, who was standing right in front of her son. "What do you mean it had progressed to a very far stage?" "We both have often had relations like husband and wife, Aunt. Already make out, having sex in every single night.”

After Asher and I visited Grandpa’s house, our wedding plans were finally set. That evening, we drove off in the Rolls-Royce Grandpa gifted us, planning to check out a newly developed luxury apartment complex nearby for our future home. The moment we arrived at the property, I made a quick stop at the restroom. In my haste, I accidentally bumped into a female sales agent as she stepped out. "Watch where you're going, will you?" she snapped, her voice neither loud nor soft, but clearly condescending.

I curl my hands into a tight fist; different emotions spiral within me as I pace round the room loosening my tie. My eyes scanned the whole room until they fell on the mirror, and immediately I wanted to pull my eyes away. To stop staring at the monster, the total failure that I was. Everything I do, every step I take, keeps coming back as a failure. Just this one time I decided to have casual sex and ended up having it with my fiancé's uncle, a man who doesn't even have feelings for anyone. A selfish monster and a mafia don. How would the people feel if they found out that the heir to the throne was gay and not only gay, but also slept with his fiancée's uncle, who was a mafia don? Gosh! Ho

she said with a playful grin. I let out an awkward laugh. “I-I’m sorry, I just thought…” My words trailed off as I grimaced in embarrassment. “You like my uncle, don’t you?” she teased, scrunching her nose at me. “H-heyy, no! I-I was just worried about you. You’re still young, and he’s, well… you know?” I said, shrugging. “He’s not that old. Only forty-three. But don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with an old guy. While you, on the other hand?” she asked mischievously.

The touch kept the fire simmering but gave me no real relief. “Good little slut,” he murmured against my ear, voice rough with satisfaction. “You did so well for your first time.” I was still catching my breath, body buzzing, when the sound of the front door opening echoed through the mansion. Heels clicked across the marble foyer. “Jessy? Sweetheart, are you home?” My aunt’s voice drifted closer for the second time, warm and concerned. “I saw the lights were off downstairs.” My heart slammed into my throat. I froze on his lap, naked except for my ruined panties, his cum still cooling on my skin.