Having Sex With Your Aunt Novels & Stories

I shifted, thighs pressing together. Those sleep orgasms left me waking up soaked, craving the real thing. Was it wrong to want my uncle like that? He wasn't blood—Mom's brother by marriage or something? Wait, no. Mom always called him "your uncle," but technically, he was her late husband's brother. Step-uncle? Whatever. The taboo made it hotter. My phone buzzed again—not Elorm. Unknown number. "Stay away from Moretti. Or else."My blood ran cold. What the—? I stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Reply? Block? Call Mark?

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?

"Remember what I told you just before coming from the balcony. Lucy is the woman. She's the woman who turned me into a sex maniac. The sight of her arouse my sexual urge like I should fuck her again. Even when I returned from my masters, we still fuck. I can't stand it. Even at this moment, I still can't stand it. No matter how I decide not to do anything with her, I still do it. She's my first woman. I can't stand her. She has a power of pull over me and I said she should leave, dad slapped me" Chase explained. Jace said "She will leave, and not you. You should have told me, earlier that the bitch who raped you then was your mother's sister" Jace replied. Chase looked away. He is ashamed to

"Sit down on my lap, Jean, just the way mom was sitting." "But, I can't, she was sitting on . . .your. . .you were doing it to her." "I was fucking her, Aunt Jean, just the way I'm going to fuck you." "N N No. You're not going to ahh fuck me. I'm your Aunt, it's not right to fuck a close relative, there's a law against it." "But that's only because it isn't good to have children, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?"

"Aunt Maureen would like you to come over this weekend, I think Sunday. She wants to have some type of group talk and would like you to be there." He glanced at her with a look of questioning. "Oh no, is it going to be the sex talk and how we need to be careful?" He didn't want to get into the whole extensive discussion with her aunt. He was eighteen, and Emily was turning the same in a couple of days. They were considered adults and shouldn't have to answer to anyone about their sexual activity. Well, there wouldn't be much to discuss since they hadn't gotten that far in their relationship yet.

"Aunt stopped asking, I don't know, we haven't had sex yet." "What, you haven't done anything yet? Goodness, Zara, I'm disappointed in you, you mean all that hotness I just saw in there is wasting right now, and I'm sure he's also has a big one down there" aunt yelled. Goodness, she needs to stop yelling before someone hears us. "Aunt, you need to keep it down. I'm not in any hurry to have sex with the king, after all, I'm getting married to him, so we have all our lives.

“Well…did he? Because I’ve been nineteen before, Faith, and the boys in my time weren’t any less horny. In fact, some would purposely play on your insecurities, making you feel like you had to sleep around to be worthy. Tell me right now if any of that happened to you and I’ll make sure that the boy says goodbye to his peepee forever!” “Aunt Kathy…no one says ‘peepee’ anymore and I’m pretty sure that it’s a crime to go about cutting off boy’s…peepee’s.” I grimaced. “And no, my…boyfriend…didn’t pressure me into anything. I…we…slept together because we wanted to.” I really wasn’t comfortable sharing all the details with my aunt, but I did appreciate her looking out for me. It was more than wha

Aunt Zelda settles back against the hot tub. “Eventually, youuu won’t have a choiccceee.” Aunt Beatrice sips her wine. “Your bodiesss will react on theirrr own accord to beginnn the mating processss.” I shake my head. “So wait, are you saying that if I don’t have s*x with Lucifer soon, I won’t have control of my body and I will what...rape him?” Aunt Beatrice tilts her head and appears to be in thought. “It won’t be rape becaussse he’sss a more than willing participant.”

I had the feeling my Uncle was looking for a more concrete solution to that gnawing fear. With a bit of effort, I untangled her fingers from engulfing my waist and ushered her out the door. I had avoided incest with my theoretical Aunt and was jonesing for a sex-fix. The issue was who did I call that wouldn't leave me feeling like a complete douche afterwards. I figured Brooke owed me one so I made the call.

Her anger got her more than she expected. Enjoy reading.. ********* I am and have always been a voyeur. Ever since the day I accidentally saw my Aunt Mildred sucking my Uncle Paul's cock I have looked for ways to watch other people having sex. By sneaking around I was able to watch my sister suck and fuck several of her boyfriends; I saw my Aunt Maggie fuck my Uncle Bill (her husband), my Uncle Wendell and my Uncle Bob and apparently none of them knew about the others. I eventually fucked Aunt Maggie myself, but that is another story.