My name is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New Jersey. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't for certain how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive part in the state.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her younger sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a younger version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 long time, but he died in at work colligate accident about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the companionship in telephone exchange for a quick colonization, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from full-bodied, but she owns her house and money isn't really an proceeds. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving room access of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her babe is a slut, it's more that she just has horrible taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guy she has dated since Don passed seem to be even unsound than he was.

Hearing I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me rest 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 just than moving back home, but free is complimentary, so I agreed. My plan was only to appease with her for as long as it took me to obtain a place I could afford.

I am tool of drug abuse, and need my daily modus operandi. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an technologist by academic degree, but my unfeigned love is creative writing. I put a lot of thinking and effort into my daily launching. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my prize Keurig, and compose about the events of the prior day. I used to spell in the even before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many solar day. I find mornings, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive clip of day to write. Some days I can't think anything occupy to write about, and on those days my entries are inadequate. But when liveliness gets worry, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to force 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 two month. She takes dependable care of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is fairly, but not stunning ; busty, but not ludicrous. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might weigh her a MILF, but since she doesn't apparel revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the nonage. Few people give her a secondly look. To both the fooling perceiver and to her lifelong friend, she is just a distinctive oil production middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not wearisome, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a hugger-mugger. A secret she has kept hidden from her kin and friends, and only ploughshare a small cadre of intimate. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her secret with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The revelation wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, concern. As I said earlier, when my life gets interesting, I tend to compose very detailed entries in my diary. Since interesting things were happening on a daily basis, I documented the day-by-day natural event in very vivid contingent.

I am not a great writer. I will never write the groovy American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn history, and go week I realized that posting extract from my journal on this site is the closest I will ever come to being a published generator.

One final author's government note. You will likely infer Millie's secret much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a smut website, you have the vantage of having a pretty trade good mind of how this will fiddle out. I on the early hand was documenting my casual consequence in literal time, so please don't jurist my obliviousness too harshly.

Enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristical look into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my auntie Millie's theater around 9pm net night. After offering me a frigid beverage she showed me around the shoes. Built in the 50's, the house is small. I would guess the chief firm isn't much More than 1000 square feet. There are two bedroom, one bathroom, a living way and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some use equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.

After a promptly tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the elbow room with the with child bed. When I tried to argue, she just went placidity. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my tripper. After grabbing a minute beer, we moved to the living room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into particular again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an 60 minutes. But it had been a long day, and I was tired, so when my beer was evacuate, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can take heed her in the shower. I will establish her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a reminder, I write these entree each dawn, so the consequence for the most component part are the prior day's outcome, Hope that makes sense ).

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

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

I was half way into the way before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her fundament was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her legs enough to feed me an unhindered eyeshot of her freshly shaved sanies.

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 woman. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that last persuasion, my organic structure began to react as any 24-year-old male would respond 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 consider about the bathing tub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an penetration. Maybe she set the unhurt thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The world-class break of day I was at her house she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the cascade. She warned me she was in there and not to make out out, so nothing Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because SOB like that happens all the time with college roommates. But I now realize that this may feature been the beginning of a figure. A duet days later I walked in on her sitting on the throne. I would possess sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bath door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, step-in around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would ingest expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the want of a whorl and told me not to worry 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 open, staring at her. And she makes no effort to cut through herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The rain shower mantle was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her bridge player. As I said, her fundament was resting on the tub and there were a few thin dividing line of shaving emollient on her wooden leg and pubic domain, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No headache, 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 knocker. As she leaned over they swung liberate of her dresser and rock side to side. They were business firm, full, and looked very inviting.

My nous finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to stake 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 ready for work. Can you mitt me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a pocket-size script towel just out of her compass on the cesspool. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residual paring cream from between her branch, leaving the slim down lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bath to hand her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small bathroom, basically the width of a bathtub. To snuff it she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the paries, her rear mamilla rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand"accidently"brushed my genitalia. This was the first clip that I realized just how poor a job my running trunks were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to resist the temptation, and turned to see her as she left the bathroom and walked to her room. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a script on the door frame, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankles and legs with the towel I had given her. This manoeuvre gave me an unforgettable posterior persuasion of her puss and arse.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone other than my aunt I would have followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to follow her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the lavatory doorway.

I took a long shower bath. Long enough to rub off a raging erection. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waistline, 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 magic trick wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that overcome vibrator. Realizing I would be former for body of work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to keep my nous 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 day piece of ass. I seriously couldn't turn back thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her tits against me in the john, and that her manus brushing by my cock was also not an fortuity.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernible swimwear dividing line. Which led me to excogitate for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a tanning beauty parlor or tanned au born in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health program, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her Sister was seemingly underworld hang on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was household, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the slender yoga bloomers I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wearing that turnout there was no way I could link her without an erecting giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain tab and instead went for a run. Returning habitation I grabbed a chicken flank and some salad and went to my way. I watched smut for a while, rubbed one off into my running wind sleeve, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to avail her lift weights after dinner party. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the Bench. If anything, her vesture was even more break than the night before. She is wearing a white sports bra and white yoga bloomers. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so cut and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so sheer from the sudor, that she might as well have been naked. She looked disappointed when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the second night in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to avoid a repeat of the prior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a couple girls from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday morning, and the 1st week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how perturb I was by the goings on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last Nox. She had again made dinner, which was delightful. I continue to finger shamefaced about her buying and making all the repast, but she insists it's okay. 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 drunkenness.

This was the offset time I had the home to myself for an evening. I went to my room, stripped to my pugilist, closed my threshold and watched an installment of"firm of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire paseo around the White firm in one clinging sexy wearing apparel after another didn't help me with my crush on my painter auntie Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My torso relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my thinker wander into fantasy.

In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the door and entered my elbow room. The light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My fantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my turncock into her mouth. Her proficient tongue and backtalk were quickly rewarded as my tool grew rock tough. She began to stroked the putz with her bridge player. Our heart met as her clapper began to flip the tip of my cock. Breaking eye liaison, her lust found another target and she began to wet-nurse my balls, first sucking one, then the early into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my pecker shaft, avoiding the sensitive top dog to ensure I didn't get too excite, too soon.

Her rima oris then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her mouth over the straits and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft of light with her hand. The touch sensation was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much recollective. I reached down and grabbing her point and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. Meeting little underground, my cock slid down her pharynx and I began to have it away her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nuzzle pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to dissent, or pull back. Instead, she began to puzzle out my balls. This took me over the sharpness, and all the pressure that had built up released and a pelter of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her capitulum, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.

She licked her lips, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…

"Tom, do you want me to get anything for you at the memory board ?"

The room access opened and aunt Millie stuck her head word in,"Oh poop ”.

I was so abstruse into my fantasy that it took me a second to realize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be home, 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 lightness from the hall provided adequate elucidation for Millie to see my cock poking out of my boxer with my hand wrapped around it. The foreland was covered with a humble paw towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the walls and my face with ejaculate. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My phantasy had just turned into a incubus.

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

Our optic met, and for a indorse we both froze, then the unsaved thing happened. Millie acted like cypher odd was going on. After her"Oh whoreson ”, it took her about 5 seconds to compose herself. Then her center slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their nidus. Meeting my gaze she said,"drunkenness fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is vacuous so I decided to go to the fund. Do you want me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to dash up into a sitting position, pushing my putz back into my trunks and replied,"Nope, I think I'm unspoiled ”.

That was too much of a heterosexual furrow for her to jib, so as she pulled the threshold closed said,"Yes, you certainly do look good ”.

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

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to block thinking about Millie, was to find a hot little fornicatress to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck gold with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow. With chance that will guide to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie last night my headphone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to order her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to gazump up with a girlfriend from tinder that she might quit trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned tiffin with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her oral cavity twisting up in a smile, I was sure she was thinking about other Nox. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the place to just let her know. She said she would fix herself scarce in the basement and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to involve the house.

June 27 - lunch went well, in fact lunch was neat. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a secondhand car dealership here in town during the day, and waitresses at a variation bar several times a hebdomad in the eve. After tiffin, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to match her at the summercater bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed happy 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 vexation and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the owl tight top and shorts, except hers was light amobarbital sodium, and the top was cropped, showing off her compressed abs.

When her geological fault ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a fiddling black apparel on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few second of pocket-sized talk, before she asked me if I had a situation we could go. Caught off sentry duty I realized I would necessitate Millie's business firm, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the savoir-faire and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a agile schoolbook, 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 word, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to admit that I was living with my auntie until I could get a place 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 details, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner and did my laundry. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty often ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the home 5 minutes before Julie fountainhead back to the bedchamber and asks,"which chamber is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my elbow room. I didn't close the doorway completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to try me fucking Julie, leaving no incertitude in her mind that I wasn't interested in her.

I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was defenseless underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a saltation for me. She has a with child physical structure.

There is a desk and a chair in my room. She had me sit on the border of the desk while she sat in the chair and gave me a setback job. She was salutary, but I could tell she had learned how to present a blow job watching net erotica. There was lots of slapping my peter around on the side of her grimace, and smacking of mouth. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and toilsome, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chairwoman, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a rubber ?"Then after a break,"And some lubricant ? You are really big."

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

I then spun the professorship around and spread her shaved cunt and began to tug my cock into her. She was really tight, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the chair began to roll across the floor. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the hot seat 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 back and showed an amazing stage of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her ears. In this position, I had something to force against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my cock 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 shake I could hurl deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her chief as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her offset orgasm.

She was one noisy fuck. With each knife thrust she would let out a short grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrust. When she came, she started moaning a mystifying croaky"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the backrest of her throat. She was so gaudy that I began second guessing leaving the room access open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her handwriting was feverishly rubbing between her stage. A bit distracted I slowed my jab, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her eye, she said in a very check and intense voice,"ass me ! Don't you fucking end ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the patronage at hired man, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalization increased as her lid opened and her centre rolled back into her head. Chancing one more than spirit at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my nidus on Julie I continued to Cypriot pound her, and shortly after that I came.

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

This dawning I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My threshold was still exposed and I could smell Sir Francis Bacon and hear food 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 meter I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the wearing apparel on. Her shoe in one hired hand she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the doorway, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a plate with scrambled testicle and 2 pieces of Viscount St. Albans, then said with a wry smile,"She was gracious"

June 28 - When I got base from work last-place nighttime, 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 household of notice, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to fold tonight, so couldn't cum over. I never heard Millie cum in, but her bedroom door was closed this break of day, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Saturday dawning ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sat I varied my normal routine, 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 last nighttime. She mumbled something, but I didn't really take heed her answer. I was too concentrate on her articulatio radiocarpea. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrists. 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 house I asked her what happened to her radiocarpal joint, but she didn't want to talk 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 programme for the weekend. She joined me at the board, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the concentrated kitchen chairwoman. OK, now it wasn't just her carpus, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the topic, 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 sign of the zodiac 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 fight the subject again when I got home.

The errands took longsighted than expected, so it was former evening by the time I got home. I went into the planetary house, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to hide out 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 parameter, our vox slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy injury you, you need to describe him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

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

Sensing I had her, I lowered my articulation and asked calmly,"What is there to not understand ?"

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

I break the quiet and firmly say,"Show me what he did to you."

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

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

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple lines. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other thing. She has a spangly male plug in her ass.

Pulling her boxershorts back up, she turns back around to present me, and asks in a very subdued vox."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 little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

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

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

And it worked. She continued,"You poor little devoid niggling affair, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with last night 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 stop the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

look defeated, she replies,"facial expression like you get to meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in becoming forcible SHAPE and I guess moderately bighearted. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the way. 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 hand, I get to the point immediately with,"What the Hell did you hit her with survive dark ? Her ass looks like raw ground beef"

exhibit slight emotion, he drops his handwriting, 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 glee in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't outcry at me. I just did what she paid me to do"

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

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 bucks for 3 hours. For that form of money, she gets to set the rule, and I just observe them. foremost time she had me slash her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or individual must have made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a word of it. I knew his eccentric. Hell, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at to the lowest degree in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to want to predominate a leave 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 aliveness was never the Saame, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life inverted. There were 24-hour interval I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My nous 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 shtup 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 poop. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a dwell illegitimate child, and finally tell apart me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to tear my telephone set out of my sac to call the cop, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her boxers, 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 imperceptible shake of his straits, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.

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

finishing, Millie now opens her eye as she removes the plug from her mouthpiece. Looking a bit stymie, 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. throw her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of mind. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to look at Millie. She was looking at me, teardrop welling up in her oculus, which she blinked away as she bowed her principal and stared at the floor.

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

She continued to suffer there, naked from the waist down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her organic structure, she absently lifted her right-hand to her thorax and began pinching and twisting her left nipple, while the fingerbreadth of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

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 lead her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid Menachem Begin to run down her privileged thighs. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juices running down her legs. Her breathing was heavy, and though her foreland was bowed, I could see her brass had begun to flush. Then her unanimous consistency began to shake. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the room access behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overburden, component of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her closed sleeping room room access. My mind kept racing through my alternative, ignore her, or ease her. Should I just give her seclusion, leave and come back later, pretend nothing 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 fall to just roommates, and the whole Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty a lot out of the question.

It is bewilder how fast the brain whole shebang, because within minutes I realized that neither of these selection would ever forge. Then as I sat there, staring at her doorway, trying to compute it out, a third choice popped into my caput. I should go fuck her.

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My first 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 want, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the sofa, and walked to her door.

I would just open the door to watch on her. See if she was ok. Just open the doorway, no impairment in that. I could still endorse out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay level on her bed, her metrical foot hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her branch, its powerful caoutchouc head teacher was clearly pressed firmly against her clit. Her forget arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her brass was pressed into her pillow, but I could cook out smother audio of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Word. Trying to process what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most humiliating event of her life, and instead of curling up in a chunk and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

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

We continued like that, heart locked, matching stroke for stroke until she broke the spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knees. Face down, ass up, her open cocksucker beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would bed her. I would have a go at it her toilsome. This would not be making enjoy, this would be tough, selfish, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no further invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her agape asshole, and slid chunk deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the spark plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entry, and squeezed my dick firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed position, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the headway of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing shaking in her snatch added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my contribution of coeds while in college, but nothing had ever felt like this. I controlled my tempo, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her articulatio coxae and pulling her onto me. My tread increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to finish in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the former night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her jade, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her face to my dick, her consistency following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her bridge player and guided it to her exposed mouth. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her mouth, sliding abstruse into throat. Gripping her drumhead, I began to fuck her human face. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my joy built.

My phantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so goodness, and I was so excited, I couldn't hold back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling nigh of the way out, I filled her backtalk with my seed. 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 floor, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean house me with her clapper. With a look of thirst merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my rotating shaft clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck in and run with my formal, taking each in round, into her mouth. Then lifting my ramification, and laying them over her shoulder joint, she continued to cleanse under my testicle sacque, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass nerve and licking my dickhead clean.

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

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

I had spent the first light, raging that somebody had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome logical argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the constabulary. Only to find out that she had been a leave and consenting, no make that, instigating political party to the case of the night before.

It was now clear-cut to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the past few weeks, her fearful taste in men, all made horse sense. She had been passed from one dominant male to another. in all likelihood starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no cue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my substructure, her optic closed, a contented smile on her cheek. The integral time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a office as possible. Curled up like a squawk at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to apply her, to assure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts had made me feel rattling. I reached down, and softly taking her in my weaponry, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her weaponry around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the epiphany hit. I finally realized the true reason she had given me this room. She had given me the overlord bedroom. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this sign of the zodiac she had tried to tell me what my coming to hold up here meant to her.

I stood there, holding her in my weapons system 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 book binding into her 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 implements of war. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was convinced that I had made the right choices tonight.

I took a farsighted hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The result, and my perceptual experience of them. But primarily that everything about animation with Millie was now different.

Laying there, it took a patch, but eventually a architectural plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more confident I was that I was the discipline track for Millie. We would start a new family relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

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