My name is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few month ago, and landed a job with a big society in Morristown, New NJ. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to yield living in one of the most expensive regions in the country.

Enter my auntie Millie. Mom and her jr. Sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her await remind me of a untested version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 years, but he died in at work related stroke about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the troupe in exchange for a agile liquidation, which combined with his sprightliness insurance gives her adequate money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from plenteous, but she owns her house and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of swain. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a loose woman, it's more that she just has ugly taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guy cable she has dated since Don passed seem to be even worse than he was.

earreach I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me abide with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The thought of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally safe than moving back dwelling, but free is free, so I agreed. My program was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to find a space I could afford.

I am creature of wont, and want my daily routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by degree, but my genuine sexual love is originative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my daily entries. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my cherished Keurig, and save about the events of the prior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distraction. I missed too many days. I find mornings, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive fourth dimension of day to drop a line. Some days I can't think anything interesting to write about, and on those day my entries are brusque. But when life gets interesting, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to pressure myself to put my laptop away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little more than than two month. She takes estimable care of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not derisory. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a 2nd looking. To both the casual commentator and to her womb-to-tomb friends, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secluded. A secret she has kept hidden from her family and friend, and only ploughshare a small cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her secret with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my spirit gets interesting, I tend to indite very elaborated entries in my journal. Since interest things were happening on a day-to-day basis, I documented the day-to-day natural event in very graphic detail.

I am not a gravid writer. I will never drop a line the great American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything Worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading pornography floor, and stopping point week I realized that posting excerpts from my journal on this site is the tight I will ever come to being a published generator.

One final author's greenback. You will likely infer Millie's secret much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a erotica site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good musical theme of how this will play out. I on the other hand was documenting my day-by-day events in real number time, so please don't judge my oblivion too harshly.

Enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic flavor into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my aunty Millie's house around 9pm last Night. After offering me a frigid beverage she showed me around the place. Built in the 50's, the house is modest. I would reckon the independent house isn't much more than 1000 second power pes. There are two bedrooms, one can, a living elbow room and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a elbow room with a TV and some recitation equipment, and a laundry room in a ruined basement.

After a speedy turn of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the fully grown bed. When I tried to argue, she just went tranquil. Then mumbled something about me being so grandiloquent, and that I should hold the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the animation room, sat down on an oversized lounge and I told her all about my cross-country escapade. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into contingent again, but she was very paying attention. I talked and she listened for nearly an minute. But it had been a foresighted day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can discover her in the exhibitioner. I will commit her a few arcminute, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a monitor, I write these entering each cockcrow, so the events for the well-nigh part are the prior day's outcome, Hope that makes sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first week was uneventful. I bought some concern casual article of clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run first thing each morn. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunt naked yesterday. I was in a haste to get to the spot so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an empty planetary house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bathroom door.

I was half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her foot was resting on the position of the tub, spreading her legs enough to give me an unhindered purview of her freshly shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the front door slam, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful womanhood. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that finale thought, my body began to oppose as any 24-year-old Male would react when looking at a hot naked woman.

But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hr to mean about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to shout it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the unharmed thing up. This wasn't the number 1 incident in the bathroom. The for the first time morning I was at her house she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so nothing Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the time with college roomie. But I now realize that this may stimulate been the beginning of a blueprint. A brace days later I walked in on her sitting on the bathroom. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bathroom doorway, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her mortise joint, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would have expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the lack of a lock and told me not to occupy about it.

Then yesterday when I walked in on her, she just stood there, fully exposed. I mean, I was just standing there, likely with my mouth overt, staring at her. And she makes no effort to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower mantle was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few thin railway line of shaving cream on her legs and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No worries, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you ”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the sink. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her breasts. As she leaned over they swung devoid of her chest and swayed side to side. They were firm, full, and looked very inviting.

My brain finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to back out the room, fumbling for the doorknob.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get quick for work. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the sink. I stepped into the way, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residuary shave cream from between her wooden leg, leaving the thin lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the lavatory to hand her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small bathroom, basically the width of a bathtub. To exit she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the bulwark, her erect nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand"accidently"brushed my crotch. This was the first time that I realized just how poor a job my running short pants were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to baulk the temptation, and turned to watch her as she left the bathroom and walked to her room. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door frame, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving emollient from her ankle and peg with the towel I had given her. This manoeuvre gave me an unforgettable fanny view of her suppuration and asshole.

This was such an obvious lure, that had she been anyone early than my aunt I would take followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to follow her, rationality stopped me and instead I closed the can doorway.

I took a farseeing shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a familiar noise coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that auditory sensation. It was the distinct buzz of a Hitachi thaumaturgy verge. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a immense fan of that whelm vibrator. Realizing I would be late for study, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the threshold.

It was all I could do to keep my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunt and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the break of the day fucking. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her titmouse against me in the privy, and that her helping hand brushing by my turncock was also not an chance event.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable bathing suit rail line. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 min whether she frequented a tanning beauty parlour or tanned au instinctive in her back thou. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health programme, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her baby was seemingly Hell bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was below doing yoga. I went down to let her bang I was home, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga trouser I have ever seen, and a midget sportsman bra. Both of which left minuscule to the imagination. With her wearing that kit there was no way I could join her without an hard-on giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain hinderance and instead went for a run. Returning house I grabbed a volaille wing and some salad and went to my way. I watched porn for a while, rubbed one off into my running air-sleeve, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - lastly night she asked me to serve her lift weights after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to distinguish her on the bench. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a Edward Douglas White Jr. sports bra and white yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so see-through from the effort, that she might as well have been naked. She looked foiled when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the second Nox in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my elbow room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to stave off a repetition of the anterior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged textual matter with a couple girls from kindling, but neither were really matter to. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday dawning, and the inaugural workweek in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the sledding on at dwelling house. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last Nox. She had again made dinner, which was delicious. I continue to feel guilty about her purchasing and making all the repast, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my first paycheck I will go grocery shopping. She left shortly after I got home, saying she had some errands to run, and that she might go out with a friend for drinking.

This was the first meter I had the star sign to myself for an eve. I went to my elbow room, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an episode of"House of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't avail me with my infatuation on my painter auntie Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My body relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into fantasy.

In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the room access and entered my room. The visible light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the flooring and crawled to my bed. My illusion continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my cock into her mouth. Her expert tongue and backtalk were quickly rewarded as my hammer grew rock hard. She began to stroked the slam with her handwriting. Our heart met as her clapper began to flick the tip of my cock. Breaking eye contact, her lust found another target and she began to soak up my orb, first sucking one, then the other into her backtalk. All the patch she continued to stroke my dick shaft, avoiding the raw question to ensure I didn't get too agitate, too soon.

Her backtalk then returned to my stopcock, and after working her way up the shaft of light she placed her sass over the principal and began to flip-flop between sucking and licking, pumping the dick with her hand. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. coming together piffling ohmic resistance, my stopcock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or pull back. Instead, she began to lick my testicle. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a deluge of cum filled her breadbasket. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her head, she sucked every driblet from my now softening member.

She licked her sass, and looked at me with expiation and said…

"Tom, do you require me to get anything for you at the depot ?"

The door opened and aunty Millie stuck her head in,"Oh Shit ”.

I was so deep into my fantasy that it took me a mo to realize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be plate, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my room and caught me masturbating.

The lights in my elbow room were off, but the twinkle from the dorm provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my peter poking out of my boxers with my handwriting wrapped around it. The head was covered with a pocket-size hired man towel, draped there to go on me from spraying the bulwark and my aspect with seminal fluid. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed sales booth.

My illusion had just turned into a incubus.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roomie. But unlike prior occurrent, which had involved roommates and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something year old aunty. Not good.

Our eyes met, and for a second we both froze, then the damnedest thing happened. Millie acted like zero odd was going on. After her"Oh shite ”, it took her about 5 irregular to compose herself. Then her centre slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their direction. Meeting my gaze she said,"beverage fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the fund. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting military position, pushing my cock back into my shortstop and replied,"Nope, I think I'm honest ”.

That was too practically of a straight line for her to stand firm, so as she pulled the door closed said,"Yes, you certainly do look honorable ”.

A few minutes later I heard the social movement door close. I had lost the desire to finish my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was benumbed before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to give up thinking about Millie, was to find a hot little slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck Au with a young woman named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow. With luck that will result to a assemblage.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie finale night my speech sound kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to purloin up with a girl from tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned lunch with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about prison term I got myself laid. The niche of her lip twisting up in a smile, I was sure she was thinking about other night. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the post to just let her know. She said she would bring in herself scarce in the cellar and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to demand the house.

June 27 - tiffin went well, in fact lunch was great. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in township during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several times a week in the evening. After dejeuner, she sexted me a topless shaft of her, and asked me to meet her at the sportsman bar after her work shift ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed well-chosen to see me. She asked if I wanted anything, and I ordered a beer. When she brought it over she told me she would be off in about 15 minutes. I said no worries and began watching ESPN on one of the big cover. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the Hooters tight top and drawers, except hers was sluttish blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her directly abs.

When her shift ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a trivial black-market garb on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few hour of small public lecture, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off safety I realized I would call for Millie's house, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the threshold for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a spry text edition, to which she replied,"LOL, NP, she won't know I am here ”.

Julie then followed me in her car to Millie's. True to her Son, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to include that I was living with my aunty until I could get a berth of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the oil production contingent, saying that she was Nice and that she cooked me dinner party and did my laundry. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty much ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the mansion 5 minutes before Julie heads back to the bedroom and asks,"which sleeping accommodation is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my room. I didn't close the doorway completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to get word me fucking Julie, leaving no uncertainty in her idea that I wasn't interested in her.

I helped Julie out of her frock off, she was raw underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a dandy organic structure.

There is a desk and a chair in my way. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the electric chair and gave me a blow job. She was salutary, but I could tell she had learned how to ease up a blow job watching internet porn. There was lots of slapping my dick around on the slope of her face, and smacking of mouth. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"shag me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a break,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did have condoms, and some lube. But I hadn't fully unpacked and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would think I would possess been better prepared, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the condom in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lubricator in the 5th. By then I was back to being limp, so she waved me over to fuck up me back up. Once I was hard again she put the rubber on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the president around and spread her plane pussycat and began to push my cock into her. She was really soaked, and the hot seat was on rack, so she and the chairwoman began to roll across the floor. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her cover and showed an vex floor of tractableness as she pulled her knees up to her ears. In this status, I had something to push against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my prick into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could thrust mysterious. Her centre rolled back in her chief as I bottomed out, and she began to judder in her first orgasm.

She was one noisy ass. With each thrust she would let out a fiddling grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrust. When she came, she started moaning a deep guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the dorsum of her throat. She was so loud that I began second shot leaving the door open.

Looking up at the threshold, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her helping hand was feverishly rubbing between her stage. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not treasure. Without opening her eyes, she said in a very watch and acute spokesperson,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking stop ! shtup me ! ”. This brought me back to the byplay at hired man, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her eyelids opened and her center rolled back into her school principal. Chancing one More look at the room access I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to punt her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the flooring. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the covers. In less than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a second. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the condom. Returning to my room, I considered my options, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This aurora I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still heart-to-heart and I could smell bacon and hear nutrient cooking in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was 7am, I had slept in.

Julie woke up as I got out of bed and went to the john. By the time I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her place in one handwriting she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the door, saying a immediate"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a home plate with scrambled bollock and 2 pieces of bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was dainty"

June 28 - When I got home from work last night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a note saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few more episodes of star sign of batting order, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to conclude tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedchamber door was closed this sunrise, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Sat morning ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sat I varied my normal bit, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun lastly Night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really get wind her answer. I was too focalize on her wrists. Specifically, at the undimmed red marker on both of her wrist joint. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.

When I got back to the theatre I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn't want to verbalise about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal, and asked about her program for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the strong kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no matter what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her last night. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the house in disgust. I needed to get away from her, and since I had to get the oil in my car changed and run some errands I just left. But I was determined to press out the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was early evening by the metre I got abode. I went into the theater, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the argument, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to report him, so he doesn't trauma anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no theme what you're talking about, it's not what you think ! You don't understand !"

sensing I had her, I lowered my voice and asked calmly,"What is there to not sympathize ?"

She went quiet and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the opening I wanted, and now she has no option but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the cogs in her promontory turn as she looks for a way out.

I break the silence and firmly say,"show me what he did to you."

She reacts differently to my new tone of spokesperson and submissively nods her head in agreement. Standing up she unbuttons her boxers, hooks her pollex into the cincture and pulls her shorts and panty to her knees, then turns around.

"holy place shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is lustrous red and streaked with purpleness tune. It looks like she was whipped with a peg. And then there is the other thing. She has a jeweled plug in her ass.

Pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face up me, and asks in a very chasten voice."Is that what you wanted to see"?

I start to say something, then stop.

Unsure of herself, she continues,"Before you say anything, let me explain. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your piffling plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her phonation lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's epithet.

"I like ... ”, but her voice trail off, as she stops to gather her thought process."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another suspension. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means thing get a slight rough ”.

Another intermission, as she gives me time to process what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not dullard, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without details. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You short little innocent piffling matter, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with finally Nox tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that plug up my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out."

She tried to stare at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn't pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each former, each waiting for the other to ruin the muteness, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

Recovering first, Millie walked over to the doorway and looked out.

"I don't believe it, what is he doing here ?

"Who ”, I ask.

looking at defeated, she replies,"Looks like you get to touch my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the threshold is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in enough physical shape and I guess moderately bighearted. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his hand out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you last night."

Ignoring his extended bridge player, I get to the point immediately with,"What the hell did you hit her with finale dark ? Her ass looks like raw burger"

screening little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in scurvy submission.

Then turning back to me, he says simply,"A wooden kitchen spoonful ”.

Then with mirthfulness in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't call at me. I just did what she paid me to do"

"Paid you ? ”, I ask, my voice raising in a question.

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 dollar for 3 hours. For that kind of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just adopt them. outset fourth dimension she had me whip her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or mortal must have made her spirit that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a watchword of it. I knew his character. nether region, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life-time I was. I knew what it was like to want to overlook a willing woman, to punish her. My mom cheated on my dad, first making me lie to him. Then after getting caught, leaving him and taking me with her. My life was never the Sami, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life sentence upside-down. There were daytime I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My idea was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the present."If that's the case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the last word."What the fuck are you doing here now ?"

He smiled and looked at Millie,"She knows… helping hand it over ”.

Millie looked obelisk at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was full of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a lying bastard, and finally secernate me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to pull my telephone set out of my sack to call the cops, when Millie unbuttons her boxers. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost unperceivable shake of his head, Rob stops her, and I watch her space the ass-end of the butt-plug into her sass.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to clean every surface. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a change come over her. She softens, begins to sway a little, losing her balance, she reaches out with her relieve paw and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

Finishing, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the wad from her mouth. Looking a bit embarrassed, see hands it to Rob.

All business, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. Call me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should fuck her. Give her what she needs. Last Night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of psyche. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to count at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her head and stared at the floor.

I studied her. Was she embarrassed, or was it something else I had seen in her optic.

She continued to stand there, naked from the waistline down, her optic cast down. Then betrayed by her physical structure, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left tit, while the fingers of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clitoris.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that nothing had happened, that nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to console her. Maybe conduce her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid state begin to run down her inner thighs. At initiative I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was slit juices running down her stage. Her external respiration was heavy, and though her head was bowed, I could see her boldness had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to shake up. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. Turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedchamber, closing the door behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overburden, character of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another voice was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the cast and stared at her come together bedroom door. My idea kept racing through my option, ignore her, or comforter her. Should I just return her seclusion, leave and come back later, pretend cypher had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be fine.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roomie, and the solid auntie / Nephew dynamic was pretty lots out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the brain piece of work, because within min I realized that neither of these option would ever act upon. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to figure it out, a third alternative popped into my head. I should go do it her.

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My kickoff reaction was, I can't do that, that's wrong.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. Want quickly turned to necessitate, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the couch, and walked to her door.

I would just open the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just open the door, no harm in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flat on her bed, her foot hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the bombination of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the way out by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its powerful rubber head was clearly entreat firmly against her clit. Her allow for arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right hired hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could pull in out damp sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Book. Trying to serve what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most abase case of her life, and instead of curling up in a ball and shout, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

As I watched her, my hand found my cock, and using saliva and pre-cum for lubricator I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must have sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The punishment of her prick slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, centre locked, matching separatrix for stroke until she broke the tour.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knee joint to the bound of the bed, then raised up on her knees. cheek down, ass up, her open bastard beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would fuck her. I would fuck her hard. This would not be making eff, this would be hard, selfish, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no farther invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my tool against her gawp asshole, and slither balls deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread undefended by the chew and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entry, and squeezed my cock firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed billet, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her slit added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my share of coeds while in college, but zero had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her clump deep, over and over, holding her articulatio coxae and pulling her onto me. My rate increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to fetch up in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the other night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my tool.

Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her boldness to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my spirit, she took my prick in her handwriting and guided it to her open air rima oris. I leaned forward and my pecker disappeared into her oral fissure, sliding deep into pharynx. Gripping her head, I began to have it away her brass. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My illusion, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so rouse, I couldn't hold back any longer as stream of hot cum exploded down her pharynx. Pulling almost of the way out, I filled her mouth with my semen. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.

Finished, I let her go, and sat down on her bed.

Sliding to the story, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a look of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my lance clean and jerk. I lay back in blissfulness, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck and recreate with my balls, taking each in turn, into her mouthpiece. Then lifting my branch, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to cleanse under my ball sack, down the inside of my thigh, and finished by spreading my ass impudence and licking my bunghole clean.

When she satisfied herself that I was completely clean, she rolled out from under my legs, and curled up on the storey at my feet.

I just lay on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened.

I had spent the morning, tempestuous that soul had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the police. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no brand that, instigating party to the case of the dark before.

It was now exculpate to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The issue of the past few weeks, her terrible taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one prevalent male to another. Likely starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no clue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my invertebrate foot, her centre closed, a contented smile on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasance, and now she lay in about as submissive a placement as possible. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the motive to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her cause had made me feel marvelous. I reached down, and softly taking her in my blazon, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her implements of war around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my way and saw my bed the Twelfth day hit. I finally realized the reliable reason she had given me this room. She had given me the master key bedroom. From the very root, when I had walked into this house she had tried to recount me what my coming to live here think to her.

I stood there, holding her in my sleeve and looking at that bed, and realized I couldn't put her there. It was not"her"bed, and it would never be"our"bed. That was her master's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her cover into her elbow room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my arms around her, and pressing back into my warmth, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an hour. She seemed so relaxed and contented here in my arms. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was positive that I had made the correct alternative tonight.

I took a long hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The events, and my sensing of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now dissimilar.

Laying there, it took a while, but eventually a plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more confident I was that I was the counterbalance course for Millie. We would set out a new relationship in the dayspring. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to sleep thinking, this will be worry .