My Sexy Aunt Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Derek fucked me last night in the garage… but it wasn’t enough. He never is. I kept thinking about you, Alan. About how big and hard you look when I notice the imprint of your heavy dick through your shorts. I need a real man.” Her confession hit me like lightning. My aunt, my hot, curvy aunt, was seducing me in my parents’ shower while they were away. The taboo made my cock surge to full hardness in her soft hand. She dropped to her knees on the wet tile without another word. Water cascaded over her as she looked up at me with those slutty green eyes. “Let Aunt Riley take care of you, baby.”

I smiled triumphantly, “Many people say I have nice breasts, too.” “I don’t doubt it, I’ve seen them twice.” Double shit. “Yeah, thanks for remembering.” “I’ll never forget,” he smiled mischievously. “Want to give me another chance to see them?” Damn it. I could have thrown the pot of pasta I was boiling at his face. But what would I get out of it? How would I explain it to Zach and the two other women in this apartment? Should I tell them that Max was trying to flirt with me?

I defended sharply. Why was Aunt Rosa so foul-mouthed? “Of course she is. Isn’t she the one your uncle is screwing recently? He brought her to a function not long ago.” Her words hit me like a punch, tightening my chest until I could barely breathe. I gripped the counter for support. “What are you saying, Aunt? Is this a joke?” I asked to be sure, but she didn’t flinch, her expression steady and sure, and that alone was terrifying. I tried to wrap my head around her claim, but my instincts screamed at me. There was no way someone as conservative as Cassandra would get involved with my uncle. But my trust cracked the moment Aunt Rosa showed me a picture.

Diego's friend's aunt, if I wasn't mistaken. "Congratulations, Julian," she said with a fake smile. "You finally got married. We all thought you'd be a bachelor for life." "Thank you, I was just waiting for the right person," Julian said. Margaret glanced at me with a condescending look. "Oh, of course. Lorena, right? I heard you used to be Julian's nephew's wife. Is that true?" I felt my body tense up. "That's right." "Ah." She nodded, her lips curling cynically. "You're so lucky. Marrying your ex-husband's uncle. That must be a very interesting situation."

“Whatever. Don’t get too comfortable. He might change his mind about you.” Aaira tilted her head, a small, sardonic smile forming. “Change his mind? He's my uncle. My place in his life is steady, unlike you who needs to get laid to be noticed. You can go now before I start thinking your manners are as thin as your patience.” “You little…” Camille raised her hands to slap Aaira. A hand catches hers mid air “What the fuck is going on here?” A deep voice cuts across the kitchen

Laughter erupted from one side of the room. For a moment, I simply sat there listening. Trying to focus on anything except the growing knot in my stomach. Then Aunt Margaret pointed her fork toward Adrian. “Oh, tell her about Rebecca.” The reaction was immediate because Adrian closed his eyes. “No.” Everyone laughed. My eyebrows lifted. “Who’s Rebecca?” I was eager to know now. “You don’t need to know.” He said but I could tell there was no going back. “She absolutely needs to know,” Aunt Margaret disagreed. I looked between them.

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

Surely they saw us coming in together. They all stared at her as she smiled awkwardly, now the center of attention, and I hated it. That look in their eyes, even the ones with girlfriends. I understood them, but I still hated it. She seemed fine anyway. “She's actually my Aunt.” I managed to say painfully. It was pretty hard when all I wanted to do was let those predatory eyes know that I've fucked her, and she'll be taking my cock for a long while. “Way to go man, bringing an Aunt.” Ian smiled thoughtfully. Men, Candice stole the attention and she knew it.