For the retiring 5 yr, 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 - courteous amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is well-off with her hole after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, buxom woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pound sign, got a fat ass, huge titty with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the full, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella guggle butt. I love nil more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that asshole - but this story will center on our world-class time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire lifetime. She lived one body politic over from me, so when I was unseasoned, I used to spend some weekends at her business firm, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the forest where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the geezerhood flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her house, and a unit week during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to aunt Ellen and was rather taken with with her. Whenever I was at her menage, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every cockcrow and dark and had snapped photograph of her coffin nail on my flip phone whenever I got the probability.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the sign of the zodiac for a spell and I had the brilliant musical theme of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a neat thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a undivided pair of panties in her draftsman, only thongs and g-strings. 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 world-class 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 next sentence to take one from her sordid hamper. I was excited about the succeeding time for workweek, I always asked her if I could fare over but had to waitress for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car. sure enough enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pluck up some variety of nutrient from a eatery for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her contaminating hamper, but it was empty the offset prison term I checked. I was very disappoint.



The side by side day, she also went out of the family and this time her lousy underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock and roll the second I saw that black G-string in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pant, and laid down on her bed - I was fix to become lift up by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and asshole drawstring, and giving it a thoroughly inspection. The cunt cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and SOB all day. I spread it wide-cut and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past tense where her asshole rested the entireness of the previous day. My god I was sot from the smell. I inhaled the pussy 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 thong to the vagina cover, and started to lick every public square column inch of the croch office of her thong before experiencing one of the nifty sexual climax of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spittle dampened thong back in the bond, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and dickhead smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the following day, except I did it while she was family in her government agency. 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 same thing. This sentence, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk house with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the family was totally void during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early good morning turn 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a unadulterated musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the good morning as she's ready to leave and tells me bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then forefront right field to her room for the low gear shaft whipping of the day.

Her stake jog thongs were the sound. Different one every day, like amazing foetor of sweaty vagina and cocksucker. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more rotten and danker than the thong she had plastered to her jam all day. Her post-jog thong were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able-bodied to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the voice of the thong by her croch. By the end of that workweek I knew exactly what auntie Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer hebdomad, I also took the liberty to search her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her loo in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoe, I found a small shameful vibrator and a foresighted purple thick tool. The black one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really firmly and libertine, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 column inch long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy dog that pleased her cakehole. I constantly jerked off to the intellection of her sticking the humble disastrous one up her asshole on high oscillation and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a heterosexual man, I stuck her black vibrator up my prick on full vibration mode while I inhaled her lash and shot a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the family - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual kinship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her pussy and shit musk from her unsporting hamper and convey the occasional distich home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifespan ago stealing her step-in from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my shaft 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 women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time usable to see her, we still stayed closing curtain 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 chance for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my Jnr year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to force out to her house and drop a week there before the crepuscle semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midsection of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the position, she hadn't broken the bit after more than 2 long time. That thong was all mine the second she left for body of work. It was so nice getting another couplet of crack fresh step-in right off her sudor drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even stinking anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her shackle.



Since she was off from work for the balance of the hebdomad, and because she moved her dwelling office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the relief of the calendar week. After she went on her break of day runs, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to fellate neat more than of her ill-smelling undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her puss stink.



I had the extremely reckless theme of sneaking into her room once the exhibitor started after her dawn jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a strait. Let's just say that could've been the worst decisiveness of my life but has since played out to be one of the best decisions I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My program was reckless, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her chamber were newly redone tile, no need to vex about woebegone storey as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her rain shower started and I knew that she normally had her rain shower on for about 10 second each morning after her run. I needed her musky flip-flop so bad that I knew 2-3 proceedings with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - plenitude of meter to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to collapse it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative star sign popped up when I opened the room access to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came place from her run drenched in fret. She took off her t-shirt and was in a summercater bra and tight black leging. I literally licked my lips as I watched her motility around when she got family and saw the gloss of her sweat on her skin. 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 good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom threshold and was thrilled to get a line it close behind her. Less likely that she would learn anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 mo passed, I decided it was time to fix my move and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even make a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my drogue on, so I slipped across the room to her bond to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the lash was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog slit and arse for 20-30 minute of arc after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing succeeding to the hamper. I could sense the thong was warm and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and freshly from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid shaft from my shorts, and got my cum sock make to amass my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the pure scent of her pussy 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 design was going bang-up, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the dickhead twine into my back talk with the vagina blanket right field under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and look. I was high as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such closelipped law of proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without aid from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a baseball field stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest cleft of my chest, I hadn't been so aflutter, embarrassed, and startled in my stallion lifetime. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



Aunt Ellen had the water system running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the total sentence I was in there. She didn't seem to hear me because she was as appalled 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 expression. Her sonsy breasts bounced as gravitational force pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very Patrick Victor Martindale White tit - a nice direct contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my boldness and neither of us could even mouth a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest second of my life. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunt Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and underdrawers off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; prance hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my optic. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my upright putz and ballsack.



Without a Good Book, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good credit crunch before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot a ticker of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sacking before she proceeded to lactate the shit out of my balls. left hand and right nut were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my clod free from her mouthpiece and I let out a cryptical moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unit hawkshaw. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the profoundness of her pharynx and back up up to her sassing, lathering my stopcock with her tongue and making eye contact with me the intact prison term. I'd never had such good bean at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky flip-flop.



After about 2-3 arcminute of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a Bible, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that wan White person ass right wing onto my unprotected dick. She grabbed it and itch my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her tender, moist love channel. I had a perfective tense position of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep knee bend onto my dick.



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 sheath as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many human relationship with then - she probably wanted this as a good 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 absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly recoil up and down on my turncock, moaning in sheer delight, waving her asshole in the air for me to catch while I sucked the juices out of her lash - I couldn't treat it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's cruel riding, my putz couldn't take it anymore. Even in the peak age for sex, I couldn't handle More than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so sloshed and wet, it massaged my putz 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 to talk and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut trench into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my cock getting harder and rode quicker 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 canal. 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 safe net flavor at her motherfucker and my hammer filling her pussy up."holy place dirt, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty G-string downslope out of my lip. *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 time, watching my semen pour out of the muddle, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the safe of my lifetime even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a Holy Scripture, she smiled at me, used my boxers to pass over the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the exhibitor she originally intended to occupy. Our kinship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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