Aunt Sexy Novels & Stories

I petted her sweet slit and caressed her naked breast, while she relaxed. With a huge sigh she came back to life. She put her fingers to her lips to hush me, then proceeded to put her body through contortions that would make a Yogi jealous. She was slow and meticulous, and it took me almost a full minute to realize she was turning around. With the final lowering of an outstretched leg, my beautiful aunt, wearing nothing but a pair of thoroughly soaked panties, had straddled my waist and was facing me. Her knees were on the seat on each side of me, tightly wedged between my hips and the car. She reached for my shorts, and pulled them down from the sides. I lifted my hips, and they abruptly sl

On my way back I started hearing m0@ns following the sound it led me to my aunt's room I got there and the door was slightly open I peep through the opening And there I saw my aunt in the d0ggy position with my uncle pounding her hard from behind I felt my c00chie dr!p immediately seeing them that way was kinda awkward as u know its not everyday u see couples fvvking not to talk of pastor and his wife I was Soo wet watching them. I watched as they switched position, my aunt was now ontop him. riding his rod

I immediately became aroused, dirty thoughts filling my head and pushing me to the point of desperation. Pressing my back against the door, I bit my lips, quietly slipping my hands in between my legs and towards my soaked panties, closing my eyes as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my breathing ragged. Just behind it, my uncle was having sex with random woman he brought in for the night. Her moans rang out and I secretly imagined that it was me he was fucking like that. I could literally hear the sounds of his thrusts as he pounded into her.

He wore dark slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Then the front door opened and a woman walked in. She was stunning. She had long black hair and perfect makeup. She scanned the room until she found Trenton and headed straight for him. I felt threatened by her. "Who's that?" I asked Eudora. "Oh, that's Brilliana Santos. Dad's assistant." My stomach dropped. Brilliana touched Trenton's arm and said something that made him smile. She laughed too loud at whatever he said back. Then she stayed right there next to him like she belonged.

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.

“At least he doesn't feed off his father.” That was a direct insult, and Daniel was the one getting offended this time. I couldn't help that my mouth could barely stop running. Uncle Thomas wasn't there to help me speak. I had to fend for myself. “I told you, didn't I?” My aunt said, looking over at one of my distant cousins- the ones who I could barely even recollect their names. “Once she got ownership of the company, her little good girl drama came to an end. It's a shame that dad didn't see all this before he died.”

l murmured, underneath my breath. “And why is that? Don't you wanna come see your mama?” my aunt chimed in in a low whisper. “Wait, is that my sexy aunt,” l teased. “Yea, my little nephew, who has now grown into a younger fucking man,” she laughed softly. “Hey, children mind your language,” my mom corrected. “You know what? Pack your things and come home… I'm making your favorite meal right now.” What the fucking hell!

Eveline felt like her heart was about to explode. Shane. He’d sent her a message while she was in bed, passed out naked, after having sex with his uncle. “So…” Lucien drawled, “when were you going to tell me that I fucked my sweet nephew’s little fiancée? After I’d fucked you again this morning, on the kitchen counter? Or maybe in my bathroom?” Eveline’s breathing staggered as he moved closer, his steps measured and deliberately slow, as if testing how far she could take before running.

The moment I stepped out of the cab, I could already hear laughter spilling from Aunt Matilda’s house. The place screamed old money. Heavy iron gates, well-pruned flowers, and that faint, delicate scent of spices and tea that hits your nostrils the moment you open the door. Four heads turned. Aunt Matilda and three of her friends were perched on rare antique chairs. There was sudden silence. It wasn't because I was important. It was because they were already talking about me in their heads. Rebecca Greene. The spoiled daughter. The pretty, useless one. The woman who married someone beneath her and still managed to lose herself.