For the past 5 days, I've been consistently laying down the tobacco pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty honorable sex - decent sum of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is prosperous with her muddle after so practically sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried sis, and boy she's a big boned, buxom woman… she's about 5 metrical foot 8, 170 lb, got a fat ass, huge titties with a svelte 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 target. I love nothing Sir Thomas More than laying her on her venter, spreading that fag and feeding that asshole - but this story will center on our first time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my full life story. She lived one state over from me, so when I was young, I used to spend some weekends at her household, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend metre with them in the Sir Henry Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the years flew by, we remained very finish and I still would issue forth up and spend a few weekends at her theater, and a wholly workweek during the summer. Since my teenage twelvemonth, I became sexually attracted to aunty Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her family, I'd masturbate to idea of having sex with her every dayspring and nighttime and had snapped word picture of her buns on my flip telephone set whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the firm for a while and I had the magnificent idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean flip-flop. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no approximation aunty Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a one twain of panties in her drawer, only thongs 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 rain shower and I took that first off one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her G-string around, but I always wished it had the odor of her vagina and bastard on it - I planned next time to use up one from her soil hamper. I was excited about the future time for week, I always asked her if I could come over but had to expect for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car. Sure enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some variety of food from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty trammel, but it was empty the inaugural time I checked. I was very frustrated.



The adjacent day, she also went out of the household and this time her dirty underclothing and denim from yesterday were in the shackle. My phallus shot up to a rock'n'roll the secondment I saw that calamitous flip-flop in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was fix to go pick up by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the pussy and dickhead twine, and giving it a skilful inspection. The kitty masking was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and mother fucker all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina natural covering all the way down past where her mother fucker rested the entirety of the premature day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 min 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 lick every public square column inch of the croch parts of her lash before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my animation.

After her croch odour pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the trammel, brushed my tooth, took a shower, and spent the relaxation of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her billet. This metre 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 Saame affair. This fourth dimension, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the house was totally vacate during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning turn 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and separate me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then mind right wing to her way for the first peter beating of the day.

Her military post jog thong were the honorable. Different one every day, like astonishing malodour of sweaty vagina and bunghole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her hole all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts 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 calendar week, I also took the impropriety to search her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of early shoes, I found a humble black vibrator and a long purpleness thick rooster. The bootleg one was probably 4-5 inch but vibrated really hard and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The opinion of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toys that pleased her gob. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small-scale smutty one up her motherfucker on high quivering and ramming herself with the thick vast purple one. Even though I'm a square man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on full palpitation mode while I inhaled her G-string and shot a nut. I've been doing this any luck I've had since then when she's out of the theatre - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with auntie Ellen - whenever I'd ejaculate over, I'd assist myself to her kitty and shit musk from her dirty trammel and take the occasional pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetime ago stealing her panty from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her thong I can discase one fresh from her doggystyle kitty-cat 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 adult female my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed stuffy and kept in touch through school text substance 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 junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to labor out to her house 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 time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Monday sunrise I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the part, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the back she left for study. It was so nice getting another pair of A-one fresh panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the puss and prick string clean all day long before she got home. By the meter I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even stinky anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her trammel.



Since she was off from work for the remainder of the workweek, and because she moved her home berth into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the week. After she went on her morning political campaign, she took a exhibitioner in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean more of her stinking undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy malodour.



I had the extremely reckless melodic theme of sneaking into her way once the shower started after her morning jog, using her flip-flop to thump out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a audio. Let's just say that could've been the worst determination of my life 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 work out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no pauperism to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her exhibitor started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 mo each morning after her run. I needed her musky lash so bad that I knew 2-3 hour with her cunt in my side was all I'd need for my nut - quite a little of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured piece of ass it and decided to give it a stroke when she got home from her run - if any veto planetary house popped up when I opened the door to her elbow room, 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 mutant bra and stiff black leggings. I literally licked my brim as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the gloss of her sweat on her peel. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog exertion on her croch to really gazump into her flip-flop for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got uncase for her shower. I waited until I heard her loose her bath door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would get word 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 room access to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the trade good.



Boy on that particular day the thong was the clammy 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 able to reek the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could finger the thong was warm and wet in my script when I grabbed it - Nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky snuff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid turncock from my short pants, and got my cum wind sleeve set up to collect my load after her G-string pulled it from my ballsack.



That lash was absolutely scrumptious - the purest fragrance of her twat and whoreson I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass high school 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 Roger Huntington Sessions ). The plan was going expectant, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the whoreson string into my mouth with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of gustatory perception, look, and feel. I was high as fucking from her musk and the mentation of masturbating in such close law of proximity to her made my 8 column inch stand straight up without assistance from my men.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my olfactory organ and in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the john doorway shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, embarrassed, and startled in my entire lifetime. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunty Ellen had the H2O running the entire clip, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the john the entire 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 elbow room butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my shaft hard as a rock and her flip-flop in my font. Her voluptuous boob bounced as gravity pulled her back to the ground. She had brown nipples and very ovalbumin breast - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of jumpiness and headache filled my brass and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment 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 boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked former than my windsock ; prance hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my back talk, and an verbalism of nerves in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, bedspread my legs full and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect cock and ballsack.



Without a Good Book, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my putz, grabbed it at the floor and gave it a practiced wring before quickly and delicately giving the tip a straightaway lick. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the poke before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my clod. left hand and right testicle were sucked into her backtalk one after another with just enough pressure to experience the wring as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole prick. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my tool to the depths of her throat and back up to her backtalk, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire sentence. I'd never had such good dome at this full point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, seepage pre-cum and suck the vagina heterosexual person from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 proceedings of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her stifle, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that picket white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her manus, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, dampish love canal. I had a consummate view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deeply squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, auntie Ellen absolutely went to Town on my satisfying putz. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in days, which probably was the event as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationship 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 potential. I was in absolute Eden, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her prick in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juices out of her lash - I couldn't address it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my auntie's vicious equitation, my peter couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 sec of her 50-year-old pussy. That jack was so tight and wet, it massaged my putz so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a sucking cup. We hadn't said a word up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to verbalise 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 find my cock getting tough and ride faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as nooky and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my cum straight into my aunt's love canal. She let out an"ahhhh"as she felt the cum fill her up. After my nut was in her, she just sat there squatted over for a few endorsement, giving me a good last looking at at her asshole and my pecker filling her snatch up."sanctum mother fucker, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty thong fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the phone that was emitted when she pulled my prick out and the suck of her pussy was released. After my cock 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 monolithic puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my liveliness even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a Christian Bible, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the consortium of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the exhibitor she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the Saame after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !