For the past 5 year, I've been consistently laying down the pipework for my aunt Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age deviation, we have some pretty unspoilt sex - courteous amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, luxuriant woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pound sterling, got a fat ass, vast titties with a rebuff gut. Her fat ass is the advantageously, it aged well as she's got some cold-shoulder sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble goat. I love nothing Thomas More than laying her on her venter, spreading that butt and feeding that bastard - but this story will focus on our initiatory time having sex and the unconscious process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was youthful, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 meter a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the clip I was a teenager. As the long time flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her sign, and a unit week during the summer. Since my teenage yr, I became sexually attracted to aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to opinion of having sex with her every morning and nighttime and had snapped pictures of her buns on my somersault phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the house for a piece and I had the smart as a whip thought of exploring her way when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clear lash. I was intrigued and hard as a careen ; I had no melodic theme auntie Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a unmarried pair of step-in in her drawer, only thongs and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got nude and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and mother fucker on it - I planned next time to take one from her filthy hamper. I was excited about the next meter for calendar week, I always asked her if I could come over but had to waitress for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car. sure enough enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pluck up some sort of food for thought from a restaurant for an alibi to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her way and checked her foul hamper, but it was empty the inaugural time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the sign and this sentence her dirty underclothing and denim from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a rock the endorse I saw that lightlessness lash in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to go inebriated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the kitty-cat and son of a bitch twine, and giving it a good inspection. The snatch cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and asshole all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina top all the way down past where her asshole rested the totality of the previous day. My god I was rummy from the odor. I inhaled the kitty for and masturbated for 5 second straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum air sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to lick every square column inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the groovy coming of my life sentence.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened lash back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her puss and SOB smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Saame stunt the future day, except I did it while she was home in her office. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the shower where I did the same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home with me.



The next clip I came over was for a week in the summer, and aunty Ellen was still working, so the home was totally abandon during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new other morning function 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her business firm was a arrant musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to give and severalize me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head word right to her room for the first peter thrashing of the day.

Her station jog G-string were the safe. Different one every day, same bewilder malodor of sweaty vagina and dickhead. Boy, those post-jog lash were mightily, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her cakehole all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally breastfeed the sweat and juices out of the component of the thong by her croch. By the end of that workweek I knew exactly what aunty Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer week, I also took the liberty to explore her total room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of early shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a foresighted purpleness thick tool. The black one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really hard and dissolute, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The view of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her hole with her toy dog filled me with lecherousness. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy dog that pleased her hollow. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small black one up her bunghole on high vibration and ramming herself with the compact vast purpleness one. Even though I'm a flat man, I stuck her black vibrator up my bunghole on full vibration mode while I inhaled her lash and dead reckoning a nut. I've been doing this any prospect I've had since then when she's out of the house - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual human relationship with aunty Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd service myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her ill-gotten hamper and take up the casual pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panties from her trammel to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my dick into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Nox and only spent a few time of day on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited clock time available to see her, we still stayed finis and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by former chance for sex that were cheeseparing to me.



During the summer of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to labour out to her house and spend a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midsection of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang up out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her aurora run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the number after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second gear she left for work. It was so gracious getting another couple of super clean panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the cunt and asshole train clean all day long before she got home. By the clip I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even crappy anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her bond.



Since she was off from workplace for the relaxation of the calendar week, and because she moved her home office into her bedchamber, I couldn't get any of her panties for the sleep of the week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a shower in the bath connected to her room and never left me an chance to suck clean Sir Thomas More of her ill-smelling undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever cause, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



I had the extremely heedless estimate of sneaking into her elbow room once the shower started after her morning jog, using her lash to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the defective decision of my life-time but has since played out to be one of the best decisions I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My plan was reckless, but it was going to bring out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone roofing tile, no need to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 minute of arc each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 proceedings with her pussy in my grimace was all I'd want for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to chip in it a shot when she got home from her run - if any blackball star sign popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and pie-eyed black leg covering. I literally licked my brim as I watched her move around when she got menage and saw the glossary of her sweat on her peel. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog exertion on her croch to really soak into her G-string for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her elbow room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom threshold and was thrilled to see it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the can whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my move and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even realize a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my sock on, so I slipped across the room to her bond to get the trade good.



Boy on that peculiar day the G-string was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and prick for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was capable to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the lash was warm and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my short pants, and got my cum windsock quick to roll up my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely luscious - the purest scent of her pussy and prick I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her genu after her jog, sticking her naked ass gamy up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the rootage ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sessions ). The programme was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid turncock after I put the motherfucker string into my mouth with the vagina covert right under my olfactory organ for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and tone. I was high-pitched as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such fold law of proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without help from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my backtalk, cock hard as a baseball field stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the toilet door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest cleft of my thorax, I hadn't been so aflutter, obstruct, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



Aunt Ellen had the weewee running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bath the intact time I was in there. She didn't seem to get word me because she was as shocked as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the room butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my putz hard as a rock and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous titty bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very Patrick Victor Martindale White tit - a courteous contrast I thought. An expression of jumpiness and vexation filled my aspect and neither of us could even mouth a Bible.



What occurred after this might've been the majuscule moment of my living. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked heart with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my pugilist and short off until I was butt naked other than my sock ; swagger hard as a rock in my hand, lash in my backtalk, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect cock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hired man off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good hug before quickly and delicately giving the tip a agile lap. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my dick after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the shift before she proceeded to lactate the shit out of my Ball. left wing and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty pressure level to finger the hug as her lingua lathered them up.



At that, she let my glob gratuitous from her sassing and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my all dick. I moaned"holy piece of ass Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my stopcock to the deepness of her throat and punt up to her brim, lathering my cock with her knife and making eye impinging with me the full time. I'd never had such good bonce at this point in my biography - she was straight up pharynx fucking my putz - and I couldn't do anything but moan, exudate pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky G-string.



After about 2-3 minute of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale E. B. White ass right wing onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her barbed vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her helping hand, lubing up the tool, and slipping it into her warm, moist love channel. I had a perfect horizon of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunt Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the slip as she hadn't been married for over 8 class and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in sheer promised land, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer joy, waving her shit in the air for me to take in while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't care it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 moment of my aunt's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the flush age for sex, I couldn't handle More than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That asshole was so tight and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a Book up to this degree, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first-class honours degree to verbalize and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut rich into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my cock getting harder and twit immobile and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my seminal fluid straight into my aunty's love canal. She let out an"ahhhh"as she felt the cum filling her up. After my nut was in her, she just sat there squatted over for a few seconds, giving me a effective final flavor at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy diddly, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her bemire lash fall out of my sassing. *Pllluuurrppp* was the speech sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her pussycat was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first time, watching my ejaculate pour out of the hole, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the expert of my life even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the lavish she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !