Aunt Sexy Novels & Stories

The lady introduced herself, “I’m Hannah’s best friend, Camilla Cross. Aunty Catherine, I’m here to warn you. My best friend is interested in Shaun, so you’d better stay away from him.” Aunty… Although Catherine was only 26, the woman was addressing her as ‘Aunty’. Catherine raised her brows. After sipping on the juice, she smiled and her eyes swept over the woman. “Are you ten years old?” Camilla was startled. Before she came to her senses, Catherine smiled and said, “You called me ‘Aunty’, so I thought you were only ten years old. After all, I’m just in my 20s.”

Yes, he's horny but he wanted to fuck another woman. He smiled at her and removed her hand near his crotch. “Some other time, Brooke. I still need to review some papers.” He reached for her cheeks and kissed her. It was funny how he never felt any electric friction when Brooke caressed him near his shaft, but he would instantly get a painful hard-on just by thinking about that woman. *** Brianna couldn’t control the shaking of her hands. She’s so nervous while waiting for the doctor. Today is the release of her mother’s medical examination. She’s been feeling sick these past few weeks and Brianna took her to the hospital for a check-up.

My fingers clenched against the edge of the desk, the wood biting into my palm as I leaned forward. “I am happily married to your uncle,” I continued, my voice steady, deliberate. “Something I reminded you of not too long ago, along with exactly who I am.” I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until there was no room left for doubt. “And let’s not forget,” I added quietly, “it’s not hard to remember that I’m your aunt now and I will accept no disrespect from either one of you.” “ Your marriage to his uncle is the only thing you got!” Joy snap, with my eyes still on Jasper, I smack her across the face.

I've always had a thing for Aunty. She's my neighbor, a strict woman in her late 30s, but with a body that could make any man drool. Big, juicy tits, a deep navel, wide child-bearing hips, and thick, shaky thighs that jiggle with every step. She's the epitome of a MILF, and I've wanted to bury my face between those thighs since I was a teenager. Aunty is always kind to me, bringing me snacks and letting me play games at her house. But I've always wanted more. I've fantasized about her, dreamed about her, and now, I'm going to make it a reality.

He’s one of those small dicked men (thankfully I haven’t actually seen it, it’s just an assumption), with an ugly comb over and a pot belly. So I guess you could say I'll be having a good ol family reunion, queue the eye roll with a note of sarcasm. "Fucking little slut I don't know why the hell he still wants you" my aunt screeches then gives me one last kick to the side before santering off to do what ever snakes do. It has something to do with eating babies or some shit if I remember correctly. But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches.

“Lots of pretty girls wanting to spread their sexy legs for a stud like you?” “My turn!” his Aunt Jane said eagerly, stepping forward with a predatory gleam. She looked a lot like Amber but a few years older, with the same striking features and an even more pronounced hourglass figure. Her enormous tits were practically spilling out of a skimpy hot-pink bikini top that struggled to contain them. When she hugged the boy, Tate literally gasped from the overwhelming, pillowy feel of her melonous breasts crushing against his chest. “Oh, baby boy… I could just sneak off somewhere nice and private with you right now,” she mewled seductively, staring deep into his eyes with blatant hunger. “Somewhe

"I think your mother's had enough. Been a long day for her anyway, and you know she's never been much of a drinker." "Maybe I should help her downstairs," I offered, knowing full well that would go directly against whatever scheme they'd come up with. Sure enough, Aunt Susan was quick to deny that. "No...let her be for now, she's sound asleep. Let her rest, we can help her downstairs later. Right now...I'm feeling very horny and naughty, and even more so with her sitting there," she told me, only then undoing the sash on her robe, confirming what I'd been suspicious of all evening long, that she was indeed naked beneath it. Admittedly, I was enjoying this, especially seeing my Aunt totally a

It took him a long moment to process the shock before he furiously glared at me. "You disgusting gigolo! I'm Natasha Belmont's son, so how dare you slap me! You must be courting death!" "Who did you say you were? I don't recall ever having a son." Once again, the doors were thrown open. An elegant woman walked in gracefully, flanked by a group of bodyguards. It was my mysterious aunt, Natasha Belmont. The hall immediately fell dead silent, and all eyes turned to her. She walked over to me and scanned me from head to toe.

I buried my face in her breasts and licked and sucked her large nipples as we continued moving against each other. For a good half-hour we went at it. Aunt Linda came three more times with me on top and screamed so loud, I thought the windows would shatter. I couldn't believe the things that came out of her mouth. 'Oh yes, you are fucking your pregnant Aunt so good!' I thought with a wide grin. Finally, my cock erupted, bathing aunt's cunt with rope after rope of boiling cum erupted from my hard cock. It seemed like I came forever until I finally rested exhaustedly against Aunt Linda. She ran her finger through my hair, catching her breath.

She squeals just like Mom in excitement. With a shit-eating grin, I slip from behind Mom, putting a hand over her mouth. I say to the voice, "Having a good time, Aunt Carrie?" There lay my mother's younger sister, Carrie, naked and her legs spread, displaying her cunt covered in what is obviously multiple cum loads. Carrie just freezes, and Mom gasps under my hand. I whisper to Mom, "Just watch and don't speak, Mom." She nods, and I uncover her mouth as I step to the foot of the bed to look at my aunt. "So how many loads are in your 'Bucket' Aunt Carrie?" My grin takes on a decidedly wicked cast. She can't speak and just holds up four fingers. I then ask, "How many men so far?" She holds up