Aunt Sex Story Novels & Stories

She said. She slid them off, and my cock sprang into the air. Before I knew it Aunt Linda was straddling me again, her muff moving right down onto my rock hard dick. Again, the length of it was tucked snugly into deep fleshy groove. She began to rock again and her wet sex lips traveled up and down the length of my shaft. Aunt Linda arched her hips a bit and the head of my cock became surrounded in warmth as it nudged down into a warm hole. Then it struck me. I was about to fuck my aunt! She paused and looked me in the eyes. "Are you ready?" She asked.

The quiet was soothing, a balm for my frayed nerves, but it wasn’t long before Aunt Lou broke it with one of her stories. “You know, when I was your age, I once had this suitor before your uncle,” she began, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. “He was persistent, always trying to win me over with little gifts and sweet gestures. I thought I wasn’t ready for a relationship, so I kept him at arm’s length.” I listened, trying to focus on her words. “What happened?” I asked, though my mind kept drifting back to Leon.

Is talking about him not betraying my date? The woman smiled. Something was going on in her head. “Aunty?” “Mm?” She snapped out of whatever thing it was she was thinking about and looked at me. “How am I supposed to tell you about the dates my fiancé and I go on? Do I tell you about the sex parts too?” She laughed while I frowned. “You're too young to have sex. Or maybe you're not too young, I can't be the one to imagine that. Oh, no—” She added more chicken in the hot oil and looked at me again.

my aunt’s voice said, cold and terrifying. Mariana quickly brushed my brown-blonde hair into a center-parted style and rubbed a light pink gloss across my lips. I quickly made my way out. I met my aunt graze, Her eyes narrowed, sharp as blades, and her lips curled into a cold, disdainful hiss.She turned sharply on her heel, her steps quick. I had no choice but to follow, trailing behind her like a shadow. Each click of her heels echoed in my chest, a reminder of how small and powerless I’d become.

I needed to endure for now, then think of a way to deal with him or expose him before all eyes later. "I don't need you to hunt in my name. Let my husband worry about me while you worry about your wife," I stated coldly. Adrian chuckled. "There is no need to be so stiff, Aunt. It wouldn't be nice to be the only married woman without any hunted games." The way he used the Aunt title on me, it was clear that he was mocking me. I gritted my teeth and was trying to think of a befitting response when the doors to the court suddenly came open.

She moaned loudly. "I'm gonnaaaaaaa... cum, sweetie!" "Cum for me, baby," I urged. Aunt reached her peak, pouring her juices all over me. She shivered for a few seconds before kneeling again, as she returned to my puss again. She fingered me so hard. "Oh fuck!" I squirted, releasing my juices onto the bed and into her mouth. "Oh my goodness, that was so fucking good," we both chuckled as she collapsed beside me, and we both cuddled together without not letting go.

“Well, it’s because earlier, this guy showed up at Isay’s house. And your grandma freaked out... Isay’s good-looking but man, her attitude sucks. She slapped Isay, and on top of that, there were rumors flying around about one woman telling another to stay away from her husband. So my friend didn’t hold back—she punched the guy really hard. But then another guy suddenly appeared and sided with one of them. And now here we are, our best friend, heartbroken…” Pating told the story quickly. Izzy paused, amazed at how fast Pating managed to spill the whole thing. Her friend was definitely a gossip. Izzy forced a bitter smile, then looked away when she noticed Carl’s intense gaze. “So Shania and U

The subtle way she’d unbuttoned her sleeve, just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the boobs beneath that pink push-up bra. A tempting scenario played out in my mind: dragging her into the dusty storage room, now storage for unwanted junk that some unfortunate orphan might eventually sort through. But I’d stopped myself. I’d only just arrived, and drawing attention, especially involving Mayor Stanford’s wife, was a spectacularly bad idea. As much as I enjoyed venturing into forbidden territory, I’d heard enough cautionary tales to steer clear of that particular viper’s nest. So, I’d stifled the urge and resigned myself to listening to the confessions of the town’s aging souls. Trust m