My gens is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big fellowship in Morristown, New Jersey. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to yield sustenance in one of the most expensive part in the nation.

Enter my aunty Millie. Mom and her young sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 geezerhood old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her feel remind me of a new version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 years, but he died in at work related accident about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in interchange for a spry resolution, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to crop. She's far from rich, but she owns her house and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving threshold of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a slut, it's more that she just has atrocious taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the Guy she has dated since Don passed seem to be even unfit than he was.

audition I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me stick around with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The intellection of moving in with my auntie was only marginally better than moving back home, but free is free, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to determine a place I could afford.

I am creature of habit, and demand my day-after-day routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an locomotive engineer by grade, but my true lovemaking is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my day-after-day entryway. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my prize Keurig, and write about the events of the anterior day. I used to write in the eve before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many Day. I find break of day, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most contributory metre of day to write. Some Day I can't think anything concern to write about, and on those 24-hour interval my entries are inadequate. But when life gets interest, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to ram myself to put my laptop computer 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 unspoilt upkeep of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, clobber like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not silly. She is fit, but no one would bedevil her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might count her a MILF, but since she doesn't garb revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the nonage. Few people give her a second look. To both the daily perceiver and to her womb-to-tomb supporter, she is just a typical drilling middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a privy. A secret she has kept hidden from her kin and acquaintance, and only shares a humble cadre of confidant. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her underground 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, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets interesting, I tend to write very detailed debut in my diary. Since worry things were happening on a day-by-day fundament, I documented the day-to-day occurrence in very lifelike detail.

I am not a great writer. I will never write the nifty American English novel. I will likely never even try to publish anything worth sending to a publishing company. But I do enjoy reading porn history, and last week I realized that posting excerpts from my diary on this site is the closest I will ever come to being a published author.

One final author's note. You will likely guess Millie's mystical much Oklahoman than I did. Since you found this on a porn site, you have the vantage of having a pretty good idea of how this will meet out. I on the early mitt was documenting my casual events in real meter, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my Aunt Millie's house around 9pm close night. After offering me a frigidness potable she showed me around the lieu. Built in the 50's, the house is belittled. I would guess the main house isn't much More than 1000 second power feet. There are two sleeping room, one lavatory, a living way and a kitchen on the main flooring. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some exercise equipment, and a laundry elbow room in a finished basement.

After a straightaway tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the bigger bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the prominent bed. Changing the theme, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the living room, sat down on an oversized sofa and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into detail again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a farsighted day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can hear her in the shower. I will make her a few min, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a reminder, I write these submission each morning, so the events for the almost part are the prior day's issue, Hope that makes mother wit ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The foremost week was uneventful. I bought some occupation free-and-easy clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run first matter each sunup. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunty naked yesterday. I was in a hurriedness to get to the bureau so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to necessitate a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an void house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bathroom threshold.

I was half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her understructure was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her legs enough to open me an unhindered scene of her impertinently shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must induce heard the front door slam, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful fair sex. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that death thought, my physical structure began to oppose as any 24-year-old male would respond when looking at a hot naked woman.

But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an parenthesis. I have now had nearly 24 hours to opine about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to call up it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the unhurt thing up. This wasn't the first-class honours degree incident in the toilet. The first morning I was at her sign she came into the can to get something while I was in the rain shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so nothing Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the clock time because shit like that happens all the meter with college roomie. But I now realize that this may possess been the beginning of a pattern. A twosome days later I walked in on her sitting on the john. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bathroom door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, scanty around her ankle, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would have expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the deficiency 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 oral cavity open, staring at her. And she makes no effort to overcompensate herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower pall was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her ft was resting on the tub and there were a few thin line of reasoning of shaving emollient on her stage and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

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

My brain 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 ready for employment. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hired man towel just out of her reach on the cesspit. 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 residual sliver emollient from between her wooden leg, leaving the thin occupation that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the privy to paw her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a belittled lavatory, basically the width of a bathtub. To exit she was forced to change by reversal sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the paries, her erect mamilla rubbed against my bare arm, and her leftover hand"accidently"brushed my privates. This was the first time that I realized just how hapless a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to resist the enticement, and turned to watch her as she left the bathroom and walked to her elbow room. Stopping at her door and steadying herself by resting a hand on the doorway skeletal frame, she spreading her pes slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankles and peg with the towel I had given her. This tactics gave me an unforgettable posterior opinion of her kitty-cat and dickhead.

This was such an obvious enticement, that had she been anyone other than my aunty I would cause followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to follow her, grounds stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom door.

I took a prospicient shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a familiar haphazardness coming from her room. 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 sound. It was the distinguishable bombilation of a Hitachi thaumaturgy verge. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a immense fan of that overpower vibrator. Realizing I would be late for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my elbow room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to continue my nous on my new job. I kept thinking about my auntie and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her way and that we had spent the morning fucking. I seriously couldn't barricade thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her titty against me in the bathroom, and that her deal brush by my putz was also not an chance event.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 second whether she frequented a tanning salon or tanned au lifelike in her back chiliad. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness architectural plan, my nous was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her Sister was seemingly Inferno knack on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was down the stairs doing yoga. I went down to let her get laid I was home base, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the tenuous yoga knickers I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left fiddling to the imagination. With her wearing that turnout there was no way I could join 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 poulet annexe and some salad and went to my way. I watched smut for a spell, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to help her heave weights after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to discern her on the work bench. If anything, her wearable was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a Andrew D. White sports bra and White yoga knickers. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so limpid from the sudor, 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 second nighttime 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 ward off a repeat of the prior two night, I stayed late after work and exchanged textual matter with a couple girls from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Sabbatum morning, and the first hebdomad in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how disorder I was by the exit on at dwelling. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last night. She had again made dinner party, which was pleasant-tasting. I continue to feel guilty about her buying and making all the meals, but she insists it's all right. Once I get my inaugural 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 friend for drinks.

This was the first time I had the sign to myself for an evening. I went to my elbow room, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an instalment of"mansion of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the white House in one clinging sexy wearing apparel after another didn't service me with my crush on my cougar Aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My body relaxed as I closed my center and let my idea wander into fantasy.

In my full-blooded phantasy, Millie silently opened the doorway and entered my room. The igniter from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the trading floor and crawled to my bed. My phantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my packer down and sucking my peter into her sass. Her skilful glossa and mouth were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shaft of light with her hand. Our centre met as her tongue began to flick the tip of my turncock. Breaking eye tangency, her lust found another quarry and she began to take in my clump, first sucking one, then the other into her backtalk. All the while she continued to stroke my cock beam, avoiding the spiritualist nous to ascertain I didn't get too worked up, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her mouth over the principal and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hired man. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. confluence little resistance, my cock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to refuse, or draw out back. Instead, she began to lick my balls. This took me over the bound, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her question, she sucked every cliff from my now softening member.

She licked her lips, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…

"Tom, do you require me to get anything for you at the store ?"

The door opened and auntie Millie stuck her capitulum in,"Oh Shit ”.

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

The igniter in my room were off, but the light from the hall provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my tool poking out of my boxers with my paw wrapped around it. The head was covered with a diminished hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the bulwark and my fount with cum. A bottle of application sat incriminatingly on the bed base.

My fantasy had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roommate. But unlike prior occurrences, which had involved roomie and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something yr old aunt. Not good.

Our center met, and for a second we both froze, then the unsaved thing happened. Millie acted like nada odd was going on. After her"Oh Shit ”, it took her about 5 seconds to pen herself. Then her center slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my regard she said,"Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the store. Do you involve me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting position, pushing my cock back into my shorts and replied,"Nope, I think I'm in effect ”.

That was too much of a uncoiled crinkle for her to resist, so as she pulled the threshold closed said,"Yes, you certainly do await safe ”.

A few minutes later I heard the front doorway close. I had lost the desire to finish my business organisation so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was asleep before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to stop over thinking about Millie, was to rule a hot little slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on spunk. I think I may induce struck Au with a young lady named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for dejeuner tomorrow. With luck that will lead to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie last night my speech sound 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 aforethought luncheon with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about metre I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smiling, I was sure she was thinking about former night. Later in the eventide she said that if I needed the place 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 need the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was great. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a victimised car franchise here in town during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several times a week in the evening. After lunch, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to fill her at the sportsman bar after her teddy ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed happy 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 minutes. I said no worry and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the car horn tight top and shorts, except hers was light up blue angel, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her shift ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a niggling black dress on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minutes of belittled talk of the town, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would take Millie's house, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a quick textbook, 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 of honor, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to allow that I was living with my aunt until I could get a property of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the drilling details, saying that she was courteous and that she cooked me dinner party and did my laundry. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty very much ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the house 5 instant before Julie caput back to the bedrooms and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand extend her into my room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no doubt in her mind that I wasn't matter to in her.

I helped Julie out of her clothes off, she was naked underneath. Once au naturel, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a dandy body.

There is a desk and a chair in my room. She had me sit on the bound of the desk while she sat in the president and gave me a blow job. She was respectable, but I could tell she had learned how to give a C job watching internet porn. There was portion of slapping my prick 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 secure and concentrated, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a pause,"And some lube ? You are really big."

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

I then spun the professorship around and spread her shaved pussy and began to push my cock into her. She was really tight, and the chairperson was on wheels, so she and the hot seat began to seethe across the floor. I pinned the chair against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as a good deal. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her spine and showed an amazing level of flexibleness as she pulled her knees up to her spike. In this position, I had something to push 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 eff her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more charge up I could shove deeper. Her center rolled back in her oral sex as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her starting time orgasm.

She was one noisy shtup. With each drive she would let out a minuscule grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrusting. When she came, she started moaning a late guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the cover of her throat. She was so loud that I began second guessing leaving the door open.

Looking up at the doorway, I noticed Millie standing in the lobby watching us through the slightly give doorway. She was naked, and her paw was feverishly rubbing between her leg. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not prize. Without opening her eyes, she said in a very define and intense vox,"roll in the hay me ! Don't you fucking quit ! ass me ! ”. This brought me back to the business at hand, and I slammed my prick deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her voice increased as her eyelid opened and her eye rolled back into her head. Chancing one Thomas More flavour at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focusing on Julie I continued to Irish pound her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the base. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the covers. In LE than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a instant. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the safe. Returning to my way, I considered my choice, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This aurora I woke up with her side by side to me, all snuggled in. My door was still open and I could smell bacon and hear food preparation 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 room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her brake shoe in one hand she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the door, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

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

June 28 - When I got home plate from work last Night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a banker's bill saying that there was a salad in the icebox, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few to a greater extent instalment of House of plug-in, then escaped for an even run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie seminal fluid in, but her bedroom room access was closed this dawning, so I assume she made it domicile last night.

June 29 - Saturday dawn ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my normal routine, running before writing in my daybook. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun last night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really hear her answer. I was too focused on her wrist joint. Specifically, at the bright red mark on both of her wrists. 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 mansion I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn't want to blab about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a stadium of cereal, and asked about her design for the weekend. She joined me at the tabular array, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the hard kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her carpus, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no topic what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her shoemaker's last night. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the home 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 longer than expected, so it was betimes evening by the time I got abode. I went into the house, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to shroud it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice face pack. This just makes me mad, and I am compensate back into the argument, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to account him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no idea 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 realise ?"

She went quiet and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the opening I wanted, and now she has no selection but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the sprocket in her capitulum turning as she looks for a way out.

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

She reacts differently to my new tone of voice and submissively nods her pass in agreement. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls her trunks and panties to her knees, then turns around.

"holy place shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple line of credit. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the early thing. She has a gemmed fireplug in her ass.

pulling her boxers back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued 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 excuse. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your minuscule plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

"I like ... ”, but her voice trail off, as she stops to forgather 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 little rough ”.

Another pause, as she gives me time 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 detail. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor little free little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with last night tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that hoopla 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 pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the other to dampen the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

Recovering first, Millie walked over to the room access 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 meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the door is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent physical material body and I guess moderately handsome. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his hand out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you in conclusion night."

Ignoring his stretch out hand, I get to the breaker point immediately with,"What the hell did you hit her with last Nox ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

Showing slight emotion, he drops his hired hand, 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 storm, but don't yell 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 hours. For that kind of money, she gets to set the normal, and I just observe them. for the first time time she had me strap her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or soul must make made her flavour that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a Good Book of it. I knew his character. hellhole, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to require to dominate a willing woman, 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 life 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 exhibit."If that's the case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the survive word."What the screwing are you doing here now ?"

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

Millie looked sticker at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was replete of dump. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a lying bastard, and finally separate me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to draw out my phone out of my pocket to foretell the cops, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her short pants, she reaches behind her and with a face, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his top dog, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her sass.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to clean every aerofoil. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a change come over her. She softens, begins to sway a piddling, losing her balance, she reaches out with her innocent hired hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

Finishing, Millie now opens her centre as she removes the jade from her mouth. Looking a bit blockade, see hands it to Rob.

All business, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. name me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should fuck her. Give her what she needs. net dark was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that DoS of head. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to look at Millie. She was looking at me, snag welling up in her eye, which she blinked away as she bowed her foreland and stared at the floor.

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

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

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that nothing had happened, that zero 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 inner second joint. At 1st I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juices running down her legs. Her respiration was great, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to crimson. Then her altogether body began to didder. Without lifting her heart, she simply said,"I need to go ”. Turning, she walked unfaltering legged to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My encephalon was on overload, character of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her closed bedroom door. My psyche kept racing through my option, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just kick in her secrecy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go smash on the door and comfortableness her. Say everything would be very well.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roommates, and the whole Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty a great deal out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the brain deeds, because within minute of arc I realized that neither of these alternative would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to estimate it out, a 3rd option popped into my head. I should go fuck her.

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

But the more I thought about it, the 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 up the door to go over on her. See if she was ok. Just open up the door, no scathe in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flat on her bed, her base hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her leg clenched tightly together. I heard the bombilation of her vibrator, and recognized the magnate cord of a Hitachi conjuring trick wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her peg, its knock-down golosh pass was clearly compact firmly against her clit. Her leave arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her mighty hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her expression was pressed into her pillow, but I could defecate out muffled strait of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Logos. Trying to work on what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most mortifying effect of her life, and instead of curling up in a formal and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

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

We continued like that, middle locked, matching solidus for stroke until she broke the trance.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knee joint to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knee. expression down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would do it her. I would make out her grueling. This would not be making roll in the hay, 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 further invitation. I crossed the elbow room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping cocksucker, and slip balls deep into her.

Her hint caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the spark plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my submission, and squeezed my cock firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed positions, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing quiver in her snatch added to my joy as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was stick, I had fucked my share of coeds while in college, but nothing had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her clod mysterious, over and over, holding her articulatio coxae 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 fantasy of the other night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her face to my pecker, her body following. Anticipating my aim, she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her open mouth. I leaned forward and my stopcock disappeared into her oral fissure, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her headway, I began to fuck her brass. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so activated, I couldn't hold back any longer as watercourse of hot cum exploded down her pharynx. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her backtalk with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.

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

Sliding to the floor, she knelt between my ramification, and began to expertly houseclean me with her tongue. With a look of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my shaft clean and jerk. I lay back in seventh heaven, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my branch apart, and began to suck up and play with my glob, taking each in turn, into her rima oris. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulder, she continued to clean under my ball sac, down the inside of my second joint, and finished by spreading my ass face and licking my dickhead clean.

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

I just lay on my backbone, staring at the ceiling trying to treat what had just happened.

I had spent the break of the day, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to describe the scumbag to the police. Only to ascertain out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the issue of the night before.

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

I looked at her curled up at my understructure, her eyes closed, a contented smiling on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a position as potential. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the motivation to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts had made me feel 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 Epiphany hit. I finally realized the true reasonableness she had given me this room. She had given me the captain sleeping room. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to tell me what my coming to dwell here mean to her.

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

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

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an time of day. She seemed so relaxed and contented here in my subdivision. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was sure-footed that I had made the good alternative tonight.

I took a long hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The events, and my perception of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now different.

Laying there, it took a patch, but eventually a architectural plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more convinced I was that I was the decline path for Millie. We would start a new relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to sleep mentation, this will be interesting .