For the past 5 age, 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 good sex - overnice amount of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my dick is well-situated with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried sister, and boy she's a big boned, toothsome woman… she's about 5 groundwork 8, 170 pounding, got a fat ass, huge titty with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some rebuff sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble hind end. I love nothing more than laying her on her tum, spreading that butt and eating that whoreson - but this narration will focus on our first clock time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my intact life. She lived one body politic over from me, so when I was Whitney Moore Young Jr., I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd arrest with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the woods 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 fill up and I still would come up and drop a few weekends at her business firm, and a whole workweek during the summer. 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 thoughts of having sex with her every morn and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip telephone set whenever I got the probability.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her sign and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the superb idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a sporting thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock'n'roll ; I had no idea aunty Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a unmarried duad of scanty in her drawer, only thongs and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my forefront, and probably even got naked 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 scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned side by side clip to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the succeeding fourth dimension for weeks, I always asked her if I could fare over but had to wait 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 sort of food from a eatery for an alibi to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her soil hamper, but it was empty the first meter I checked. I was very disappointed.



The succeeding day, she also went out of the planetary house and this clock time her dirty underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become intoxicated by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that flip-flop, spreading it to the pussy and asshole strand, and giving it a good inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy 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 asshole rested the entirety of the former day. My god I was drunk from the smelling. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 proceedings straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the lash to the vagina cover, and started to figure out every square inch of the croch contribution of her thong before experiencing one of the peachy orgasms of my life.

After her croch perfume pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened lash back in the bond, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with aunty Ellen, knowing exactly what her snatch and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the following day, except I did it while she was dwelling in her government agency. This meter 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 Sami matter. This time, I threw the lash into my bag to take her musk home base with me.



The next prison term I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning modus operandi 2-mile jog before showering and going to function at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the forenoon as she's make to leave and tells me bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then drumhead right to her room for the first cock beating of the day.

Her berth jog thongs were the Charles Herbert Best. Different one every day, Sami amazing stink of sweaty vagina and SOB. 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 lash were still wet by the metre 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 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 research her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under loge of other shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a long purple midst cock. The Shirley Temple Black one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really hard and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her trap with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my stopcock instead of the toys that pleased her pickle. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small total darkness one up her asshole on highschool shakiness and ramming herself with the thickheaded huge purple one. Even though I'm a heterosexual person man, I stuck her black vibrator up my dickhead on to the full vibe musical mode while I inhaled her G-string and stab 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 sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd assistance myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional twosome domicile with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at family. It seems like lifespan ago stealing her pantie from her shackle to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle kitty-cat and cocksucker before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Night and only spent a few hour on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with charwoman my age, and lifespan was just moving on. Even though I only had limited prison term usable to see her, we still stayed close and kept in soupcon through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as sin to dick her down but was distracted by former opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and spend a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a calendar week in the midsection of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her prison term 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 years. That thong was all mine the bit she left for piece of work. It was so gracious getting another pair of superintendent impertinent panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the cunt and bastard drawstring make clean all day long before she got home. By the prison term I was finished with it, the lash wasn't even lousy 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 rest of the week, and because she moved her plate office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the calendar week. After she went on her aurora runs, she took a exhibitioner in the toilet connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to wet-nurse clean more of her malodourous 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 rash melodic theme of sneaking into her room once the shower bath started after her morning jog, using her thong to ticktock out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the risky decision of my biography 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 program was reckless, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her bedchamber were newly redone tiles, no motivation to concern 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 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussycat in my face was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to generate it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative signs 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 effort. She took off her tee shirt and was in a sports bra and tight grim legging. I literally licked my lips as I watched her relocation around when she got home and saw the gloss of her swither on her peel. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really hock into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got strip down for her exhibitioner. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom doorway and was thrilled to get word it close behind her. Less potential that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was metre to make 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 trammel to get the goodness.



Boy on that particular day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing future to the hamper. I could experience the thong was lovesome and wet in my hired hand when I grabbed it - nice and novel from her kettle of fish, just how I liked my musky snuff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid pecker from my shorts, and got my cum wind cone prepare to collect my load after her lash pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely yummy - the utter olfactory property of her snatch and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees 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 source ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sessions ). The plan was going groovy, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the asshole chain into my lip with the vagina covering right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of gustatory sensation, smell, and flavor. I was mellow as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my script.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my lip, cock hard as a diamond pit - out of absolutely nowhere, the can door shoots open. My pith sank into the recondite chap of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, embarrassed, and startled in my stallion biography. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this peak.



aunt Ellen had the water running the total clock time, but she hadn't entered the shower bath yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to take heed me because she was as shock 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 and her G-string in my font. Her red-hot breast bounced as gravitational force pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white boob - a prissy contrast I thought. An expression of jitteriness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a news.



What occurred after this might've been the enceinte bit of my life. kind of 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 air-sleeve ; swagger hard as a rock'n'roll in my hired hand, G-string in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, bedcover my legs wide and I could see her center looking straight into my tumid putz and ballsack.



Without a intelligence, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my dick, grabbed it at the pedestal and gave it a good squeeze play before quickly and delicately giving the tip a agile lick. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my stopcock after her clapper grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the hammock before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my ballock. leftfield and right nut were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty press to finger the squeezing as her spit lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls release from her rima oris and I let out a cryptic moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy screw Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her backtalk, lathering my cock with her lingua and making eye contact lens with me the entire metre. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my stopcock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, sludge pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 mo of aunt 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 adjoin way out and lowered that pallid white ass rightfield onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her barbed vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the putz, and slipping it into her ardent, moist love canal. I had a pure persuasion of her fat ass and brown bootyhole bass knee bend onto my hammer.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid state cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many kinship with then - she probably wanted this as very 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 possible. I was in infrangible Shangri-la, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly ricochet up and down on my rooster, moaning in sheer delight, waving her asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the succus out of her lash - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 minute of my aunt's vicious riding, my peter couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 bit of her 50-year-old kitty-cat. 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 point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first of all to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant life my nut rich into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could sense my prick getting voiceless and rally flying and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my semen straight into my aunty's love epithelial duct. 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 seconds, giving me a near terminal look at her cocksucker and my stopcock filling her pussy up."holy place shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty G-string fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the speech 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 time, watching my ejaculate pour out of the yap, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so myopic lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my packer to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to guide. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !