For the past 5 days, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference of opinion, we have some pretty skilful sex - dainty sum of money of twirl to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her jam after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's immature babe, and boy she's a big boned, luscious woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 hammering, got a fat ass, huge breast with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some slim sag to it, but it sags into a utter mozzarella bubble prat. I love aught More than laying her on her abdomen, spreading that nates and feeding that SOB - but this write up will focus on our offset prison term having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my integral life story. She lived one body politic over from me, so when I was unseasoned, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a twelvemonth. My parents would send packing me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and drop time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the fourth dimension I was a teenager. As the old age flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and expend a few weekends at her family, and a unharmed week during the summer. Since my teenage geezerhood, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather smitten with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thought of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip telephone whenever I got the hazard.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the household for a while and I had the brainy theme of exploring her room when she went out the grocery computer memory. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a strip thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no mind Aunt Ellen only owned lash - there wasn't a exclusive twosome of panty in her draftsman, only flip-flop and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one household and used it as a cum rag for the workweek until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the odour of her vagina and shit on it - I planned future time to take one from her lousy shackle. I was excited about the succeeding sentence for week, I always asked her if I could add up over but had to wait for my parents to ingest me up since I didn't have a car. surely enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some kind of food from a eating house for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The side by side day, she also went out of the house and this meter her unsporting underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a careen the second I saw that black-market thong in there. I took it out of her dungaree, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become pick up by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the snatch and asshole train, and giving it a dependable review. The kitty-cat back was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussycat and bastard all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina screening all the way down past where her mother fucker rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the olfaction. I inhaled the puss for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum air sock ready, spread the flip-flop to the vagina cover, and started to lick every lame inch of the croch persona of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest climax of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the trammel, brushed my teeth, took a cascade, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the adjacent day, except I did it while she was dwelling house in her situation. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new lash, and brought it into the shower where I did the same thing. This time, I threw the G-string into my bag to hire her musk menage with me.



The side by side time I came over was for a calendar week in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to form at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the sunup as she's set up to leave alone and severalize me so long. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then mind right to her room for the showtime cock beating of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the best. Different one every day, Lapp beat stench of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were right, way more crappy and danker than the lash she had plastered to her gob all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the fret and juices out of the component of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer workweek, I also took the impropriety to research her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her water closet in a shoebox, under loge of early shoes, I found a small pitch-black vibrator and a long purple midst cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inch but vibrated really hard and degenerate, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The cerebration of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her mess with her plaything filled me with luxuria. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small black one up her arsehole on high vibration and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my prick on full moon vibration modal value while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I've been doing this any prospect I've had since then when she's out of the family - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual kinship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and subscribe to the occasional pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at nursing home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panties from her trammel to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and arsehole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and lifespan was just moving on. Even though I only had limited clip usable to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through textual matter subject matter and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summertime of my Jr year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her firm and spend a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her sentence off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all workweek. On that Monday cockcrow I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the routine after Sir Thomas More than 2 twelvemonth. That thong was all mine the arcsecond she left for workplace. It was so skillful getting another yoke of super invigorated panty right off her swither drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and prick drawing string clean all day long before she got home. By the meter I was finished with it, the flip-flop wasn't even malodorous anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her hamper.



Since she was off from body of work for the rest of the hebdomad, and because she moved her home office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her pantie for the eternal sleep of the week. After she went on her morning tally, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her way and never left me an opportunity to take up plum more of her crappy undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy reek.



I had the extremely reckless theme of sneaking into her elbow room once the cascade started after her dayspring jog, using her thong to amaze out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the speculative conclusion of my biography but has since played out to be one of the serious 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 run out fine… the storey in her sleeping accommodation were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about decrepit floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her exhibitor on for about 10 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 proceedings with her pussy in my face was all I'd demand for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a stroke when she got home from her run - if any negative signs popped up when I opened the threshold to her way, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came domicile from her run drenched in fret. She took off her t-shirt and was in a fun bra and taut blacken legging. I literally licked my back talk as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the polish of her sweat on her hide. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really overcharge into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undress for her shower. I waited until I heard her unfold her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less belike that she would take heed anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was prison term to make my move and get that nut. The door to her chamber didn't even make a peek as I opened it to slip in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the lash was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussycat and dickhead for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the shackle. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my handwriting when I grabbed it - nice and new from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my underdrawers, and got my cum sock quick to pull together my cargo after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely scrumptious - the purest scent of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass high up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the source ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex seance ). The plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid rooster after I put the motherfucker twine into my sassing with the vagina top right hand under my olfactory organ for the tri-sensory experience of taste, olfactory perception, and spirit. I was luxuriously as piece of tail from her musk and the idea of masturbating in such penny-pinching proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my rima oris, cock hard as a diamond Isidor Feinstein Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom threshold shoots open. My spunk sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so uneasy, embarrassed, and startled in my integral life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this distributor point.



aunty Ellen had the H2O running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to listen me because she was as offend 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 flip-flop in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as solemnity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown mammilla and very albumen breast - a nice dividing line I thought. An saying of restiveness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even verbalise a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest mo of my life. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxershorts and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; cock hard as a rock in my hired man, lash in my mouth, and an expression of jitteriness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my wooden leg wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect shaft and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my bridge player off of my hammer, grabbed it at the stand and gave it a expert squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a promptly lick. Amazed, I must've blastoff a ticker of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sac before she proceeded to wet-nurse the damn out of my musket ball. Left and right testicle were sucked into her oral fissure one after another with just plenty pressure to feel the credit crunch as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my Ball absolve from her mouth and I let out a late moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my solid dick. I moaned"holy nooky Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her backtalk, lathering my pecker with her tongue and making eye touch with me the entire time. I'd never had such secure dome at this point in my spirit - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but groan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a Logos, got to her knees, turned around, got into a police squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that blench Caucasian ass right hand onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 minute before spitting in her handwriting, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warmly, damp love channel. I had a perfect horizon of her fat ass and Brown University bootyhole deep squatting onto my prick.



Once the tip was in, aunt Ellen absolutely went to township on my satisfying tool. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in long time, which probably was the fount as she hadn't been married for over 8 years 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 slime into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly spring up and down on my tool, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole in the air for me to ascertain while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 secondment of my aunt's fell riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old slit. That shit was so pissed 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 parole up to this breaker point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to utter and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to flora my nut deeply into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could palpate my peter getting heavily and rode dissipated and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after ticker of my seed straight into my aunt'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 practiced terminal look at her motherfucker and my tool filling her puss up."holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her colly thong twilight out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the sucking 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 belly. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so abruptly lived.



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



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !