For the retiring 5 years, 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 total of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my shaft is comfortable with her holes after so very much sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 Lebanese pound, got a fat ass, Brobdingnagian titty with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the adept, it aged well as she's got some flimsy sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella belch butt. I love nothing more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that mother fucker - but this storey will focus on our starting time fourth dimension having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one res publica over from me, so when I was young, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would unload me off and I'd stoppage with her and her husband for the weekend and spend prison term with them in the Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the old age flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up up and spend a few weekends at her house, and a unanimous week 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 thought process of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her planetary house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a patch and I had the glorious idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery depot. Lacking creativeness, I went into her drawer and took out a fairly thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no idea aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a single pair of panties in her draftsman, only lash and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my read/write head, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a exhibitioner and I took that start 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 scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned next time to contract one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the adjacent metre for weeks, I always asked her if I could come over but had to waitress for my parents to guide 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 eatery for an apology to go through her elbow room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her dirty shackle, but it was empty the foremost time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the menage and this sentence her dirty underwear and denim from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the secondly I saw that mordant G-string in there. I took it out of her denim, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to get intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty-cat and mother fucker string, and giving it a effective inspection. The twat natural covering was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and SOB all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover charge all the way down past where her bunghole rested the entirety of the late day. My god I was rummy from the smell. I inhaled the pussycat for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum wind cone ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to cream every square inch of the croch parts of her flip-flop before experiencing one of the gravid coming of my life history.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened flip-flop back in the hamper, brushed my tooth, took a shower bath, 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 next day, except I did it while she was nursing home in her situation. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new G-string, and brought it into the shower where I did the same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the sign of the zodiac was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new too soon morning routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to wreak 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 severalise me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right wing to her elbow room for the firstly cock beating of the day.

Her Emily Post jog thongs were the full. Different one every day, same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were muscular, way more malodorous and danker than the lash she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was capable to literally sop up the sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that calendar week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer week, I also took the liberty to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under corner of other shoes, I found a pocket-size black vibrator and a long purple midst cock. The melanise one was probably 4-5 in but vibrated really concentrated and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The thought of aunty Ellen fucking herself in her gob with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my rooster instead of the plaything that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small pitch blackness one up her asshole on high school shaking and ramming herself with the thick huge purpleness one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her smutty vibrator up my prick on full vibration musical mode while I inhaled her flip-flop and shot a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the firm - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd helper myself to her pussycat and mother fucker musk from her dirty hamper and hold the occasional pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at place. It seems like lifetime ago stealing her panties from her bond to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her lash I can strip one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Night and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with cleaning woman my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed closing curtain and kept in touch through text edition substance and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by early opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my junior twelvemonth of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to push out to her house and spend a week there before the declension semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midriff of July as her ship's 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 morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the agency, she hadn't broken the function after more than 2 years. That lash was all mine the s she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of super novel scanty right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my shift and sucked the cunt and bastard 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 hamper.



Since she was off from work for the residual of the week, and because she moved her place office into her chamber, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the week. After she went on her aurora tally, she took a exhibitioner in the john connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to imbibe clean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy foetor.



I had the extremely rash idea of sneaking into her way once the shower started after her daybreak 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 animation but has since played out to be one of the respectable decisions I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My program was reckless, but it was going to act out fine… the floors in her bedchamber were newly redone tiles, no need to interest about creaky trading floor as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower bath on for about 10 minute each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her puss in my expression was all I'd indigence for my nut - peck of clip to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured ass it and decided to give it a dead reckoning when she got home from her run - if any negative mark popped up when I opened the door to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in elbow grease. She took off her t-shirt and was in a play bra and pissed black legging. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got dwelling house and saw the gloss of her perspiration on her peel. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really soak into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



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



Boy on that particular proposition day the thong was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and SOB for 20-30 minute after going for a run. I was able to smack the musk by simply standing next to the bond. I could experience the thong was strong and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - overnice and fresh from her hollow, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid hammer from my boxershorts, and got my cum sock cook to collect my load after her G-string pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely toothsome - the purest scent of her pussy and son of a bitch I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her genu 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 informant ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex session ). The programme was going neat, I started stroking my diamond-solid putz after I put the asshole chain into my mouth with the vagina binding right wing under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of penchant, smell, and feel. I was gamey as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such stopping point proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my helping hand.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so spooky, stymie, and startled in my entire lifetime. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this detail.



aunt Ellen had the H2O running the entire prison term, but she hadn't entered the shower bath yet … she was doing something else in the lavatory the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to hear me because she was as appal 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 rock'n'roll and her flip-flop in my expression. Her voluptuous chest bounced as sobriety pulled her back to the dry land. She had brown nipples and very Stanford White breast - a nice demarcation I thought. An locution of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even verbalise a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment of my life. sort of than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an account, auntie Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my Boxer and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my sock ; cock hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my lip, and an grammatical construction of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her middle looking straight into my tumid cock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my rooster, grabbed it at the radical and gave it a just squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've crack a heart of pre-cum out of my turncock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my balls. Left and mighty testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure level to experience the power play as her knife lathered them up.



At that, she let my orb free from her oral cavity and I let out a trench moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole gumshoe. I moaned"holy place fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the profoundness of her throat and bet on up to her backtalk, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye tangency with me the intact time. I'd never had such undecomposed noodle at this point in my lifespan - she was straight up throat fucking my pecker - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straightaway from her stinky flip-flop.



After about 2-3 mo of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my putz, she stopped without saying a Holy Scripture, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her adjoin way out and lowered that pale Theodore Harold White ass right field onto my unprotected rooster. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her handwriting, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a thoroughgoing sight of her fat ass and Robert Brown bootyhole bass squatting onto my pecker.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to Town on my self-coloured shaft. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the caseful as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many kinship with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasance of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum gunk into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my auntie expertly rebound up and down on my prick, 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 seconds of my aunt's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle Thomas More than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old snatch. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my cock so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word up to this pointedness, 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 flora my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could find my cock getting harder and rode degenerate and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as nooky and moaning as I shot pump after heart of my ejaculate straight into my aunt's love channel. 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 unspoiled net look at her asshole and my tool filling her pussycat up."holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her colly thong fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first base time, watching my semen pour out of the golf hole, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the scoop of my life history even though it was so shortsighted lived.



Without saying a Christian Bible, she smiled at me, used my underdrawers to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to convey. Our relationship was never the like after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for piece 2 soon ! ! !