Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Aunt

"How do you have my mom's seal? Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to make decisions for her?" I looked into his eyes and announced in a loud, clear voice, "Because she's my biological aunt."

The banquet hall erupted in chaos. Elaine screamed in disbelief, "Nolan, what did you just call her? How can this woman possibly be your aunt?" Nolan helped me up from the floor and replied impatiently, "Why can't she? This is my Aunt Betty! I won't mistake my own aunt!" The comments went wild: [No way! She really is the male lead's aunt? This is a disaster for the sweetheart!] [Oh my, so she's the youngest daughter in the family. Those are usually doted on by the whole family. The male lead might get punished too, not just the sweetheart!]

*SCREAM!!!* Jeremy’s mom stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with pure shock and disgust. The duvet had slipped off just enough to reveal everything — me on all fours, completely naked, Jeremy’s cock still buried deep in my ass, his cum already leaking out around where we were joined. “Oh my God… Emma?!” Aunt Linda’s voice cracked. “What the hell is going on?!”

I don't have a problem with makeup; I just never became one of those people who got into it. "Verania, don't worry, I'll just do light makeup," it was as if she had read my mind as she looked at me. She had noticed me standing frozen in place. It was as if I were a robot whose battery had been removed, and I found myself rooted to the spot while walking. I gasped and did nothing but follow her lead. As I sat down on the chair, Aunt Charlotte started talking again, but this time she was telling a story. She told various stories, mentioning that she had several suitors when she learned to take care of herself. Well, even though I couldn't relate, I simply smiled at her story.

When she climaxed for the final time of that session, it felt like she was collapsing into a bed of soft and luxuriant towels. She drifted into a content and satisfied doze. “Nikki?” She was alone in the bedroom. Josh’s voice came from the en suite. “Do you remember those towels my aunt gave us?” She blushed. “I remember them. What about them?” “I don’t think they were as good a quality as Auntie claimed. The damned things aren’t drying me prop- erly and they’re leaving fibers all over my body. I can’t believe she’s tried passing off inferior-quality towels as top of the range gear.”

After kissing my aunt's cheek, I claimed my seat and took a banana from the table. Although I didn't intend to, thoughts of last night grabbed my attention. Eriol’s lovely mouth on my core, the way his tongued flicked, how he made a feast of it, and how his cold piercing nudged at my flesh... Shit. I shook my head quickly. Now is not the time to think about that! “So, how was your night?” Aunt Marcella asked. There was a hint of mischief in her eyes that I couldn’t disregard. In response, I slightly choked on the banana when I thought she was asking about my tryst with her butler.

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

He froze, struck dumb, his pupils dilated in utter shock. The truth, heavy as a sledgehammer, shattered every one of his ridiculous fantasies. His father, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at his disgraceful son and let out a desperate roar. “Open your damn eyes and look! Four years ago, Harper became the owner of this estate! Harper is the true Luna of this manor… which makes her your aunt!”

In my last life, it happened at the welcome party for my newborn brother. My aunt Vivian forced her way into the nursing room while my mother was changing and carried Noah out. By the time my mother came out in clean clothes, he was gone. Vivian argued that she had only taken him out to show him to the guests, and that my mother was the one who hadn't watched her own child. The security footage was destroyed on purpose. My mother couldn't find any new evidence, and in the end the investigation into his disappearance was closed. After that, my mother was never right again. She spent every day murmuring Noah's name, and six months later she was in a car accident. My father searched for three y

My aunties had a rep around town. Once in my senior year, I finally met a brave guy to withstand the aunties for a short time. Until one day we were studying together for finals and started making out. The aunties had been outside grilling steaks, but Auntie Anya had needed something from the kitchen and caught us. One minute he was about to unbutton my jeans, and the next, a dagger was stuck in the wall next to his head.