For the preceding 5 long time, 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, we have some pretty good sex - nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her kettle of fish after so often sex. Ellen is my Dad's young sister, and boy she's a big boned, curvy woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, immense knocker with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble hind end. I love goose egg more than laying her on her tummy, spreading that butt and eating that asshole - but this story will focus on our first time having sex and the 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 untried, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 prison term a yr. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and expend sentence with them in the woodwind where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the meter I was a teenager. As the age flew by, we remained very close and I still would descend up and spend a few weekends at her household, and a whole workweek during the summertime. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip earpiece whenever I got the prospect.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. auntie Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the magnificent idea of exploring her elbow room when she went out the grocery fund. Lacking creativeness, I went into her draftsman and took out a sporting thong. I was intrigued and hard as a John Rock ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a ace pair of panty in her drawer, only flip-flop and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my chief, 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 workweek until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the odour of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned following time to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the adjacent fourth dimension for weeks, 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. certain enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some sort of food for thought from a eating place for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this meter her dirty underclothes and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock'n'roll the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my bloomers, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to get inebriate by my auntie's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the pussy and prick chain, and giving it a good inspection. The cunt screen 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 cover all the way down past where her dickhead rested the entireness of the old day. My god I was drunkard from the smell. I inhaled the cunt for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina top, and started to work out every square inch of the croch role of her lash before experiencing one of the nifty coming of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a exhibitioner, and spent the eternal rest of the day with aunty Ellen, knowing exactly what her kitty and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the adjacent day, except I did it while she was home in her office. This prison term I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the exhibitioner where I did the Same thing. This clock time, I threw the thong into my bag to take in her musk home base with me.



The next time I came over was for a calendar week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty-bellied during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to solve at 8:00. That week at her planetary house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morn as she's ready to leave and severalise me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the for the first time dick beating of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the scoop. Different one every day, same amazing mephitis of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thong were brawny, way more stinky and danker than the lash she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally draw the travail and juices out of the contribution of the thong by her croch. By the end of that hebdomad I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summertime week, I also took the liberty to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her water closet in a shoebox, under boxes of former shoe, I found a small black vibrator and a hanker purple thick cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really heavy and tight, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought process of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toy dog filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small-scale inkiness one up her whoreson on senior high school shaking and ramming herself with the thick huge purpleness one. Even though I'm a flat man, I stuck her contraband vibrator up my whoreson on full vibration modal value while I inhaled her thong and shooter a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the house - even after we started fucking each former.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her cunt and whoreson musk from her unsportsmanlike hamper and lead the occasional couplet rest home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life-time ago stealing her pantie from her bond to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussycat and asshole 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 sprightliness was just moving on. Even though I only had limited fourth dimension available to see her, we still stayed snug and kept in touch through text message and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by former opportunity for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my junior class of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and pass 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 fourth dimension off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could flow out with me all calendar week. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the billet, she hadn't broken the function after more than 2 yr. That thong was all mine the 2d she left for workplace. It was so courteous getting another dyad of super overbold panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the cunt and cocksucker cosmic string strip all day long before she got home. By the sentence I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even icky anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her hamper.



Since she was off from employment for the relief of the calendar week, and because she moved her dwelling house office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the residual of the hebdomad. After she went on her morning time runs, she took a rain shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an chance to suck uninfected more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever cause, I just couldn't resist smelling her kitty-cat stink.



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



My architectural plan was reckless, but it was going to process out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no motive to interest about flea-bitten floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her cascade started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her puss in my look was all I'd motivation for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to ease up it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative signs popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. certainly enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a summercater bra and tight black leggings. I literally licked my lip as I watched her move around when she got base and saw the color of her sweat on her peel. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog travail on her croch to really soak into her lash for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her elbow room and got unclad for her exhibitioner. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the bath whatsoever. After about 2 instant passed, I decided it was sentence to make my move and get that nut. The doorway to her bedroom didn't even make a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the way to her trammel to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog twat and mother fucker for 20-30 minute after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing succeeding to the hamper. I could feel the flip-flop was warm and wet in my mitt when I grabbed it - courteous and fresh from her maw, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum sock ready to collect my lode after her flip-flop pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the purest odour of her cunt and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knee after her jog, sticking her raw ass high gear up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the reservoir ( 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 pecker after I put the cocksucker string into my mouth with the vagina back right wing under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of taste sensation, smell, and feel. I was richly as piece of tail from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close propinquity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assist from my hired hand.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouthpiece, cock hard as a diamond Oliver Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My gist sank into the abstruse crack of my pectus, I hadn't been so nervous, block, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



auntie Ellen had the piss running the total time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the can the integral meter I was in there. She didn't seem to hear 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 cock hard as a careen and her G-string in my side. Her buxom breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white boob - a prissy demarcation I thought. An grammatical construction of nervousness and vexation filled my face and neither of us could even speak a Word of God.



What occurred after this might've been the great import of my life. quite 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 boxers and drawers off until I was butt naked other than my air-sleeve ; cock hard as a rock 'n' roll in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an face of nervousness in my eye. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my ramification broad and I could see her optic looking straight into my rear cock and ballsack.



Without a watchword, she got right up onto my croch, took my hired hand off of my dick, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeezing before quickly and delicately giving the tip a fast slug. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my rooster after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to draw the dump out of my balls. Left and redress testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just sufficiency pressing to sense the power play as her clapper lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls relinquish from her oral cavity and I let out a deeply moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole putz. I moaned"holy roll in the hay Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my prick to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye physical contact with me the entire meter. I'd never had such good domed stadium at this point in my biography - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but groan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight person from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minute of aunty Ellen sucking the animation from my pecker, she stopped without saying a parole, got to her genu, turned around, got into a team, stuck her butt way out and lowered that sick white ass right onto my unprotected turncock. She grabbed it and chafe my tip all over her briery vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect survey of her fat ass and brown bootyhole bass 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 case as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationship with then - she probably wanted this as a lot as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my peter, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in inviolable promised land, laying back as I watched my aunty expertly take a hop up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer joy, waving her asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juice out of her thong - I couldn't manage it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's vicious horseback riding, my dick 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 pussycat. That crap 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 Logos up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut oceanic abyss into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my cock getting harder and rode faster 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 indorsement, giving me a good final look at her arsehole and my putz filling her kitty up."holy motherfucker, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her begrime G-string gloam out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the strait that was emitted when she pulled my stopcock out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my rooster was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the offset time, watching my seminal fluid pour out of the hole, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so light lived.



Without saying a Scripture, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my belly, and proceeded to assume the shower she originally intended to subscribe to. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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