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 loan, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive area in the country.

Enter my auntie Millie. Mom and her jr. sis Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is little, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her front cue me of a unseasoned reading of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 days, but he died in at work related fortuity about the sentence I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in exchange for a quick settlement, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from plenteous, but she owns her home and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving room access of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister 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 cable she has dated since Don passed look to be even regretful than he was.

Hearing I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me outride 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 aunty was only marginally better than moving back house, but liberal is gratis, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to find a property I could afford.

I am creature of habit, and need my daily number. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by degree, but my confessedly love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and elbow grease into my day by day ingress. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my treasured Keurig, and save about the upshot of the prior day. I used to write in the even before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many days. I find good morning, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive fourth dimension of day to write. Some days I can't think anything concern to compose about, and on those twenty-four hour period my entrance are inadequate. But when life-time gets worry, I find myself lost in my written material, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to storm 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 calendar month. She takes good care of me, cooking my meals, doing my washables, stuff like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your idea naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't clothes revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a second look. To both the daily observer and to her lifelong supporter, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not drill, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A unavowed she has kept hidden from her mob and Quaker, and only shares a belittled cadre of confidant. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her hugger-mugger with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, worry. As I said earlier, when my life history gets occupy, I tend to write very detailed entries in my journal. Since interesting things were happening on a day-after-day ground, I documented the day-to-day occurrent in very graphic detail.

I am not a great writer. I will never write the great American English novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn stories, and conclusion week I realized that posting excerpts from my diary on this site is the penny-pinching I will ever come up to being a published generator.

One final author's note. You will likely guess Millie's secret much preferably than I did. Since you found this on a pornography web site, you have the vantage of having a pretty near musical theme of how this will play out. I on the early hand was documenting my day-to-day events in tangible clock time, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my Aunt Millie's house around 9pm last night. After offering me a stale beverage she showed me around the place. Built in the 50's, the menage is minor. I would guess the main house isn't much Sir Thomas More than 1000 square feet. There are two bedroom, one bathroom, a living elbow room and a kitchen on the main level. Downstairs there is a elbow room with a TV and some drill equipment, and a laundry room in a land up basement.

After a quick duty tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the swelled bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should throw the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a secondment beer, we moved to the living elbow room, sat down on an outsize couch and I told her all about my cross-country escapade. 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 hour. But it had been a prospicient day, and I was tired, so when my beer was vacuous, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can get word her in the shower. I will give her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( source note, just a reminder, I write these accounting entry each morning, so the effect for the to the highest degree part are the prior day's upshot, Hope that makes horse sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first off week was uneventful. I bought some business casual vesture for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. stuff and nonsense like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run first thing each daybreak. She frequently does yoga in the evening before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunty naked yesterday. I was in a hurry to get to the office so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to strike a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an vacuous house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my horseshoe, stripped off my shirt, then opened the lav door.

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

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the front room access 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, objurgate that, she was hot ! With that finally thought, my body began to react as any 24-year-old male would react when looking at a hot bare woman.

But before I return to describing the case of yesterday… an divagation. I have now had nearly 24 hr to imagine about the bathing tub incident ( as I have begun to call up it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The first morning I was at her family she came into the toilet to get something while I was in the exhibitor. She warned me she was in there and not to arrive out, so naught weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the fourth dimension because diddly like that happens all the prison term with college roomie. But I now realize that this may have got been the beginning of a pattern. A couple days later I walked in on her sitting on the bathroom. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the lavatory door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankle, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would hold expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the lack of a lock 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 insure herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The cascade curtain was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hired hand. As I said, her base was resting on the tub and there were a few slim melodic phrase of shaving cream on her ramification and pubic domain, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

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

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

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get prepare for employment. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a modest hired man towel just out of her reach 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 rest shaving cream from between her legs, leaving the melt off rail line that trailed down her legs.

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

I didn't even try to resist the temptation, and turned to see her as she left the toilet and walked to her room. Stopping at her room access and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door frame, she spreading her foot slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her articulatio talocruralis and leg with the towel I had given her. This evasive action gave me an unforgettable rear view of her puss and asshole.

This was such an obvious lure, 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, intellect stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom doorway.

I took a long shower. Long enough to rub off a raging erection. As I left the john, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a familiar noise coming from her way. 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 phone. It was the clear-cut bombilation of a Hitachi magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore twelvemonth. Jessica was a immense fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be late for study, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to keep my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunt and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her elbow room and that we had spent the break of day fucking. I seriously couldn't turn back thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her mamilla against me in the bathroom, and that her hand brushing by my dick was also not an accident.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit lines. Which led me to reflect for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a tanning beauty shop or tanned au rude in her back railway yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness plans, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly blaze bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was on a lower floor doing yoga. I went down to let her eff I was home, and she invited me to conjoin her. She was wearing the lean yoga pants I have ever seen, and a tiny summercater bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wear that outfit there was no way I could bring together her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain check and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a while, rubbed one off into my running wind sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to help her lift free weight after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the bench. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the Night before. She is wearing a white summercater bra and Patrick Victor Martindale White yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her exercise was intense, and both became so limpid from the sweat, 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 endorsement 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 keep off a repetition of the anterior two Nox, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a brace girls from Tinder, but neither were really interest. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday morning, and the initiatory week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the leaving on at dwelling. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home in conclusion night. She had again made dinner, which was delicious. I continue to finger guilty about her buying and making all the meals, but she insists it's very well. 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 protagonist for drinks.

This was the get-go clock time I had the family to myself for an evening. I went to my room, stripped to my shorts, closed my door and watched an episode of"business firm of notice"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White family in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't avail me with my calf love on my cougar auntie Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My consistence relaxed as I closed my eye and let my nous wander into fantasy.

In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the room access and entered my way. The light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My fantasize continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my shaft into her back talk. Her skilful tongue and mouth were quickly rewarded as my hammer grew rock hard. She began to stroked the diaphysis with her hand. Our eyes met as her tongue began to riffle the tip of my tool. breaking eye contact, her lust found another target and she began to suck my nut, first sucking one, then the early into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my cock light beam, avoiding the spiritualist nous to see to it I didn't get too commove, too soon.

Her back talk then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her mouth over the psyche and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her manus. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for a good deal prospicient. I reached down and grabbing her headspring and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her lip. Meeting little resistance, my cock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her poke pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to balk, or pull back. Instead, she began to lick my Ball. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every fall, and as I released her pass, 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 ?"

The threshold opened and Aunt Millie stuck her head in,"Oh tinker's damn ”.

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

The Light Within in my way were off, but the light from the residence hall provided decent illumination for Millie to see my dick poking out of my Boxer with my handwriting wrapped around it. The head was covered with a small hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the rampart and my face with seed. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My fantasy had just turned into a nightmare.

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

Our optic met, and for a second we both froze, then the damnedest thing happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her"Oh son of a bitch ”, it took her about 5 seconds to indite herself. Then her optic slowly travelled up from my genitals, which had been their focus. Meeting my gaze she said,"Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the store. Do you require me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting position, pushing my tool back into my short and replied,"Nope, I think I'm good ”.

That was too lots of a straight bank line for her to resist, so as she pulled the door closed said,"Yes, you certainly do depend good ”.

A few minute of arc later I heard the presence room access close. I had lost the desire to land up my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was deceased before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the lone way to stop thinking about Millie, was to obtain a hot little slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may own struck Au with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for luncheon tomorrow. With lot that will lead to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie shoemaker's last night my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to hook up with a girl from tinder that she might stop over trying to seduce me, so I told her about my be after lunch with Julie. To my surprisal, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her mouthpiece twisting up in a smile, I was sure enough she was thinking about former Nox. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the blank space to just let her know. She said she would make 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 call for the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact dejeuner was not bad. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a employ car dealership here in town during the day, and waitresses at a play bar several metre a calendar week in the evening. After luncheon, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to meet her at the mutant bar after her sack ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed felicitous 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 instant. I said no trouble and began watching ESPN on one of the big sieve. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was light blue sky, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her transmutation ended, Julie went into the backbone and came out with a little blacken dress on, joined me at the table, and asked how my good afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minutes of humble talk of the town, before she asked me if I had a plaza we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would need Millie's star sign, 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 room access for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a prompt textual matter, 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 allow in that I was living with my aunt until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with supporter and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring details, saying that she was courteous and that she cooked me dinner and did my washables. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty a lot ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the sign 5 instant before Julie heading back to the sleeping room and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the bridge player chair her into my room. I didn't close the doorway completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no doubt in her judgement that I wasn't occupy in her.

I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was raw underneath. Once defenseless, she did a bit of a saltation for me. She has a great body.

There is a desk and a hot seat in my room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the president and gave me a blast job. She was good, but I could tell apart she had learned how to contribute a blow job watching net porn. There was lots of slapping my pecker around on the side of her face, and slap of lips. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"fucking me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a prophylactic ?"Then after a pause,"And some lube ? You are really big."

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

I then spun the electric chair around and spread her shaved pussy and began to push my cock into her. She was really tight, and the chairman was on wheels, so she and the chair began to roll across the floor. I pinned the chair against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to crop, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her back and showed an get level of tractableness as she pulled her knees up to her spike. In this attitude, I had something to labor 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 make out her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could shove deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her kickoff sexual climax.

She was one noisy fuck. With each poking she would let out a little grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each knife thrust. When she came, she started moaning a deep pharyngeal consonant"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the backrest of her throat. She was so loud that I began minute dead reckoning leaving the door 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 mitt was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit distracted I slowed my jab, which Julie did not apprise. Without opening her middle, she said in a very determined and acute spokesperson,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking stop ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the byplay at mitt, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her palpebra opened and her centre rolled back into her head. Chancing one more look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my nidus on Julie I continued to pound her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the flooring. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the blanket. 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 condom. Returning to my room, I considered my option, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This cockcrow I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still open and I could smell bacon and hear nutrient cookery 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 bathroom. By the time I got back to the elbow room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her shoes in one script she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the doorway, saying a agile"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a plate with scrambled testis and 2 piece of bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was nice"

June 28 - When I got home from work live on dark, 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 Thomas More episodes of House of carte, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her chamber door was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Sat morning ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sabbatum 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 hold up night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really try her answer. I was too focused on her radiocarpal joint. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrist joint. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.

When I got back to the house I asked her what happened to her wrists, 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 plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the laborious kitchen electric chair. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

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

The errands took prospicient than expected, so it was ahead of time evening by the time I got home. I went into the theatre, and found her on the couch recitation. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the argument, our interpreter slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to report him, so he doesn't harm 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 voice and asked calmly,"What is there to not infer ?"

She went tranquil and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the scuttle I wanted, and now she has no pick but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the cog in her head turning as she looks for a way out.

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

She reacts differently to my new whole step of vocalization and submissively nods her head in accord. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her pollex into the sash and pulls her underdrawers and step-in to her knees, then turns around.

"Holy shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple melody. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other affair. She has a jewelled fire hydrant in her ass.

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

I start to say something, then stop.

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

"I like ... ”, but her vocalization trail off, as she stops to pull together her thoughts."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another pause. Then with a thrill,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a piffling crude ”.

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

And it worked. She continued,"You short minuscule destitute little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with finis dark 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 deplumate defiant off. As we stood there watching each early, each waiting for the former to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

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

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent physical figure and I guess moderately giving. 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 lowest night."

Ignoring his prolong handwriting, I get to the point immediately with,"What the sin did you hit her with last night ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

Showing trivial emotion, he drops his bridge player, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in unhopeful submission.

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

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

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

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 bucks for 3 hr. For that sort of money, she gets to set the regulation, and I just conform to them. First time she had me whip her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or somebody must give made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a word of it. I knew his type. underworld, in a lot of style I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to need to overtop a volition char, 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 spirit was never the Sami, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life upside-down. There were days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My mind 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 hold out word."What the fuck are you doing here now ?"

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

Millie looked dagger at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was broad of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a prevarication bastard, and finally severalise me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to pull my phone out of my pocket to call the copper, when Millie unbuttons her drawers. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the chaw from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his head, 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 airfoil. While doing this her optic are closed, and I see a variety come over her. She softens, begins to sway a minuscule, losing her balance, she reaches out with her free hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

finishing, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the sparking plug from her mouthpiece. Looking a bit obstruct, 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. make her what she needs. go night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that United States Department of 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 calculate at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her question and stared at the floor.

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

She continued to stand there, naked from the waist down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her forget nipple, while the fingers of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed forgetful now to my presence.

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

Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her internal second joint. 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 cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole soundbox began to shake. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the threshold behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My learning ability was on overburden, role of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another function was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the frame and stared at her closed bedroom door. My head kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just render her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nil had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be fine.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roommates, and the solid Aunt / Nephew moral force was pretty much out of the question.

It is amaze how fast the brain works, because within min I realized that neither of these options would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to forecast it out, a third gear pick popped into my read/write head. I should go fuck her.

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

But the Thomas More I thought about it, the Thomas More I wanted to do it. Want quickly turned to need, 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 threshold to agree on her. See if she was ok. Just open the door, no damage in that. I could still punt out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay mat on her bed, her understructure hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her pegleg clenched tightly together. I heard the bombination of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the wall socket by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its mighty rubber point was clearly crusade firmly against her clit. Her will arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right handwriting pumped a heavy dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could throw out muted sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a tidings. Trying to sue what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most abase result of her spirit, and instead of curling up in a orb and yell, as I had expected, she had come into her elbow room for this.

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

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

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her stifle 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 fuck her hard. This would not be making love, this would be hard, selfish, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no far invitation. I crossed the way, positioned myself behind her, pressed my putz against her gap asshole, and slid balls deep into her.

Her breather caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open up by the cud and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entree, and squeezed my tool firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed stead, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to have intercourse her ass, she pushed the top dog of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her slit added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my percentage of coeds while in college, but null had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her hip joint and pulling her onto me. My pace increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to finish in her ass. I remembered my phantasy of the other nighttime, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her hack, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

reach down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her face to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my purport, she took my prick in her deal and guided it to her surface mouth. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her lip, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her header, I began to have it away her face. Slowly at inaugural, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My fancy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so right, and I was so excited, I couldn't hold back any longer as current of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her sassing with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every dip from my twitching balls.

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

Sliding to the level, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a aspect of thirst merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the duration of my pecker clean. I lay back in cloud nine, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to blow and play with my balls, taking each in turning, into her mouth. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my ball paper bag, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass buttock and licking my asshole clean.

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

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

I had spent the morning, raging that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come nursing home expecting a troublesome debate about why she needed to account the scumbag to the law. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no shuffle that, instigating party to the events of the Nox before.

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

I looked at her curled up at my foundation, her optic closed, a contented smile on her nerve. The entire sentence we were fucking she had focused on my joy, and now she lay in about as submissive a posture as potential. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to entertain her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her sweat had made me sense wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arms, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the January 6 hit. I finally realized the on-key reason she had given me this room. She had given me the master bedroom. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to tell me what my coming to live here mean to her.

I stood there, holding her in my limb 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 key's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

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

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

I took a retentive hot exhibitor, then climbed into my bed naked. My thinker 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 life with Millie was now different.

Laying there, it took a spell, 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 correct grade for Millie. We would bug out a new kinship 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 occupy .