Romans & histoires Having Sex With My Aunt

Abigail just says nothing as she walks to the walk in closet and starts checking clothes and humming lightly clearly not listening to her rant " Are you even listening to me " " Look sweety ,I love you and because of that am going to say this, you work too hard and there is absolutely nothing wrong in going on this date with this guy, you might find that you like it and maybe have sex ?" " I don't think, wait what did you just ask me to have sex? " She asked incredulously in shock I mean who ever gets sex advice from her Aunt who is old? " Yes have sex loosen up, you are too stiff and I know you will be happier if you do, and what better choice than the hot guy"

I excused myself and went back to greeting other guests. Alejandro appeared by my side minutes later, pulling me to his side and kissing the side of my head. He gently squeezed my hip. "How bout we ditch these people and go finish what we started?" He suggested lowly. I playfully elbowed him, turning to make sure no one had overhead him. It had been years since we last had sex, Images of his head moving between my legs filled my mind causing a shudder to ripple through me. "Don't tempt me, Alejandro." I muttered beneath my breath.

“VANEZZA! STOP!” My voice snapped through the room, she looked up immediately. “I said I’m nervous!” I pointed at the money. “You didn’t even ask where I got it from!” “Why are you acting like this is normal?” My frustration spilled out all at once. All she saw was the money, nothing more. “I literally had a one-night stand!” The words left my mouth before I could soften them. “Not just with some random person.” I grabbed her shoulders tightly. “With one of the VIPs.”

I was ok to feel this way. ...and I realized it was also ok if my Uncle and I wanted to have sex with each other. Or even just blowjobs. I didn't think of it as cheating on my Aunt. Maybe because romance wasn't possible. But I knew for certain that I wanted it. I was ready and he was willing. I gathered the courage to go upstairs and finally play with another man's cock.

I told my aunt about it but she told me to mind my own business,she already knew but she did nothing, everybody in my family is crazy. I was only sixteen,yet it was like I've seen all the bad things that happened in life. One night,my aunt's husband came and he told me "Take off your clothes,I don't need to explain, you're not a child and yet I'm still giving you sex education for free,you will thank me later." For someone who abuses their child,of course I was an adult to him.

It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n. Here I never even thought this was a fantasy of mine, that I would want someone's husband to fuck me, let alone my own aunt's man, and weirdly with her watching, encouraging it. The way she held me almost like helping him take advantage of me if I had refused, it all made my pussy throb. “Show him what he's about to enter, dear niece,” Aunt Creseda said, parting my legs, and crazy enough

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

“ Damn ! We both growled . Greg started pounding me. My body slightly lifts upward every time he’s going in. My nails scratched onto his bare back as my moans are getting louder. I am catching my breath. I am still recovering from my climax when he pulled out his shaft. We are both catching our breaths. Greg encircled his arm on me as he leaned forward on my ears. This was so amazing Kelsy, and I can feel his heart beat faster. And his long shaft stroking again my back. Want another round? Greg teased me. I simply avoided my gaze and rolled my eyes inwardly. “I’ll change first before Aunt Eli got caught us. And oh! I forgot. Thank You for the wonderful sex today. I’ve, need to go Greg. I fla

I never got married, never had children, and wasted the best years of my life. It wasn't because I didn't have feelings or couldn't fall in love. It was because I was afraid. I was afraid that if I started my own family, I'd end up neglecting her or putting her second. Yet none of that mattered to Aunt Leah. To her, it was only natural that I made these sacrifices. I deserved to be judged if I didn't. Then there was my cousin—her "precious" daughter, Camila Simpson. The year Aunt Leah lost her leg, Camila took off for an exchange program overseas and stayed there for 15 years.

I just stood there, frozen, watching. They were kissing. My aunt, who was married, who had kids, who always acted like she was so perfect, was kissing that guy like she was a teenager in heat. His hands were all over her, touching her like he owned her, sliding along her body with zero shame. I felt sick to my stomach. She was older. Married. Respected, at least on the outside. And here she was, hooking up with a guy barely out of college. What was she even doing at this bar?