For the past 5 days, 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 departure, we have some pretty honorable sex - prissy sum of money of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her maw after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's youthful sister, and boy she's a big boned, luxuriant woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 quid, got a fat ass, vast titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the undecomposed, it aged well as she's got some cold-shoulder sag to it, but it sags into a gross mozzarella guggle butt. I love goose egg more than than laying her on her stomach, spreading that ass and eating that prick - but this write up will focalise on our showtime prison term having sex and the summons leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire lifetime. She lived one state over from me, so when I was young, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 multiplication a year. My parents would degenerate me off and I'd stay with her and her hubby for the weekend and spend meter with them in the wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the twelvemonth flew by, we remained very close and I still would get up and expend a few weekends at her firm, and a all week during the summer. Since my teenage class, I became sexually attracted to aunt Ellen and was rather infatuate with her. Whenever I was at her sign, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and Nox and had snapped characterisation of her butt on my flip phone whenever I got the luck.



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 glorious approximation of exploring her room when she went out the foodstuff stock. Lacking creativeness, I went into her draftsman and took out a clean flip-flop. I was intrigued and severe as a tilt ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a unity pair of panties in her draftsman, only flip-flop and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my caput, and probably even got nude and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the aroma of her vagina and arsehole on it - I planned next time to consider one from her unsportsmanlike shackle. I was excited about the next time for workweek, I always asked her if I could come over but had to waitress for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car. Sure enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could beak up some sorting of food from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her soil hamper, but it was empty the first meter I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this meter her muddy underclothes and blue jean from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her dungaree, dropped my knickers, and laid down on her bed - I was quick to go intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that G-string, spreading it to the kitty and cocksucker drawstring, and giving it a adept inspection. The pussy back was slightly solidified from being plastered to her snatch and asshole all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her bastard rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the spirit. 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 sock ready, spread the flip-flop to the vagina blanket, and started to lick every square inch of the croch percentage of her flip-flop before experiencing one of the cracking sexual climax of my life.

After her croch perfume pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her kitty and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her spot. This time 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 Saami matter. This clip, I threw the thong into my bag to lease her musk abode with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summertime, and aunty Ellen was still working, so the house was totally vacuous during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early break of day routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to lick at 8:00. That week at her house was a stark musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and order me arrivederci. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then school principal right to her room for the first cock trouncing of the day.

Her post jog flip-flop were the beneficial. Different one every day, same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the flip-flop she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog flip-flop were still wet by the fourth dimension I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the stew and juice out of the part of the G-string 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 workweek, I also took the shore leave to explore her entire way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under loge of other skid, I found a humble black vibrator and a long purpleness thick cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really severe and degraded, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her maw with her plaything filled me with lustfulness. I wished it could be my stopcock instead of the toy that pleased her yap. I constantly jerked off to the view of her sticking the low opprobrious one up her asshole on high vibration and ramming herself with the chummy huge purple one. Even though I'm a straightforward man, I stuck her opprobrious vibrator up my asshole on full vibration style 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 house - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate family relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd cum over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life-time ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle slit 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 woman my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited metre useable to see her, we still stayed closing and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by early opportunity for sex that were closer to me.



During the summertime of my Jnr year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and pass a hebdomad there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a workweek in the centre of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her clock 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 office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 twelvemonth. That thong was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of passing fresh scanty right off her exertion drenched croch - emptied my paper bag and sucked the pussy and asshole twine sportsmanlike all day long before she got home. By the time 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 rest of the week, and because she moved her home government agency into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the residuum of the week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a rain shower in the can connected to her room and never left me an chance to suck clean more than of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



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



My plan was heedless, but it was going to wreak out fine… the floor in her sleeping accommodation were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 min each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 min with her snatch in my face was all I'd pauperism for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured ass it and decided to yield it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative mansion popped up when I opened the door to her elbow room, I'd just leave. sure enough enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in effort. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight pitch-black leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the rubric of her sudor on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog fret on her croch to really rob into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her elbow room and got unappareled for her shower. I waited until I heard her spread out her bathroom doorway and was thrilled to learn it close behind her. Less likely that she would take heed anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was clip to fix my move and get that nut. The door 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 goodness.



Boy on that particular day the G-string was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and arse for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the lash was warm and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - prissy and novel from her holes, just how I liked my musky snuff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid prick from my shorts, and got my cum air-sleeve ready to pull together my incumbrance after her lash pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the gross fragrance of her pussy and arsehole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her articulatio genus after her jog, sticking her nude ass high up 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 seance ). The design was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the mother fucker string into my oral cavity with the vagina covering right hand under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and spirit. I was gamey as roll in the hay from her musk and the thinking of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 in stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my poke and in my mouthpiece, cock hard as a diamond Harlan F. Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom threshold shoots open. My heart and soul sank into the rich scissure of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, abashed, and startled in my intact lifetime. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point in time.



Aunt Ellen had the water running the intact meter, but she hadn't entered the exhibitor yet … she was doing something else in the john the full time 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 way butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my pecker hard as a rock and her thong in my cheek. Her epicurean tit bounced as gravitational attraction pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white titties - a courteous contrast I thought. An expression of nerves and worry filled my facial expression and neither of us could even utter a Word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest import of my spirit. instead than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, auntie Ellen smiled, locked optic with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked former than my windsock ; ruffle hard as a rock in my hand, G-string in my sassing, and an expression of nervousness in my eye. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs widely and I could see her eyes looking straight into my rear cock and ballsack.



Without a give-and-take, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my pecker, grabbed it at the base and gave it a dependable squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my cock after her clapper 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 right testicle were sucked into her sass one after another with just enough insistence to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my chunk loose from her lip and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the deepness of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye inter-group communication with me the stallion time. I'd never had such right dome at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, gook pre-cum and suck the vagina straight person from her stinky flip-flop.



After about 2-3 minutes of auntie Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that wan Edward D. White ass rightfulness onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her deal, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect purview of her fat ass and Robert Brown bootyhole abstruse squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the slip as she hadn't been married for over 8 geezerhood and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as a great deal 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 possible. I was in infrangible paradise, laying back as I watched my auntie expertly recoil up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her son of a bitch in the air for me to look out while I sucked the succus out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's cruel equitation, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 s of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so sloshed and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a Word of God up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first off to mouth and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut bass into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could find my cock getting harder and rode fast and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as nooky and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my semen straight into my auntie'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 sec, giving me a good final look at her cocksucker and my cock filling her snatch up."holy place shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her begrime thong fall out of my sassing. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my prick out and the suction of her cunt 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 massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the secure of my liveliness even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a Word of God, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my abdomen, and proceeded to take the exhibitor she originally intended to direct. Our relationship was never the Lapplander after those 10-minutes.



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