Aunt Sex Real Novels & Stories

Sandra stepped back dramatically, placing a trembling hand over her mouth, pretending to be shaken. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I didn’t think… he’s never done that before…” The cameras flashed again, capturing the image of Adams with a hand half-raised, Sandra looking broken and vulnerable. Marina stepped forward. “Enough. This is private property.” A security guard appeared and began ushering the reporters out. As they retreated, they hurled questions over their shoulders. “Mr. Hemsworth, care to comment on the domestic abuse rumors?” “Is it true your brother is taking over?”

"Hang in there aunt Gen there are only two more inches to go and you'll be filled with all eight inches of your nephew. How does it feel? Do you like Jack's hard cock?" "Ooohhhhh......fuck me baby.....I lovvvvvvvvve your hard fuck pole. Push it in quick. Let me have it all!" I slammed into her, knocking the wind out of her. Our bellies slapped together, our pubic hairs tangled as one. I pulled back and pushed myself back in. It was incredible. Her pussy held onto my cock gripping it with the wet velvet like walls. I pushed and pulled faster, increasing our tempo, causing both of us to pant and grunt like the two sex starved animals we were. My big titted aunt had her eyes closed savoring eve

which is from who knows how many years ago, and tries to do a sexy dance but looks like a fish out of water with how much he's flailing around. And then I even wonder why I am what I am. "Who wants more alcohol? This is the last pack of beer!" yells Grandpa Carl. Jace and I rush to the alcohol. At one point, I end up between Aunt Sasha and Aunt Wendy, and after exchanging a look, they start explaining to me all the things that men usually like during certain activities between the sheets. Oh God, what an embarrassing situation. I quickly escape when the conversation starts getting very red-light, and I go sit on the couch next to Aunt Mary, who's catching her breath after dancing I don't kno

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.