For the past times 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the tobacco pipe for my aunt Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty commodity sex - nice amount of crick to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfy with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger Sister, and boy she's a big boned, sybaritic woman… she's about 5 understructure 8, 170 quid, got a fat ass, huge titties with a fragile gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some thin sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella burble butt. I love cypher more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that dickhead - but this storey will focus on our firstly prison term having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one land over from me, so when I was immature, I used to spend some weekends at her planetary house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd check with her and her husband for the weekend and pass time with them in the Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the time I was a adolescent. As the class flew by, we remained very tight and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her business firm, and a whole week 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 family, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every sunup and night and had snapped motion-picture show of her hind end on my flip telephone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a spell and I had the magnificent idea of exploring her room when she went out the market memory. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned lash - there wasn't a 1 span of pantie in her drawer, only lash and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my fountainhead, and probably even got nude and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower bath and I took that maiden one dwelling house 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 olfactory property of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned next time to learn one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the next time for workweek, I always asked her if I could come over but had to expect for my parents to get hold of 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 foot up some variety of food from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The following day, she also went out of the sign and this meter her marked-up underclothes and dungaree from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a tilt the second I saw that lightlessness thong in there. I took it out of her jean, dropped my bloomers, and laid down on her bed - I was make to go uplift by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty-cat and asshole string, and giving it a good inspection. The kitty-cat cover version was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and asshole all day. I spread it full and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her asshole rested the totality of the former day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the cunt for and masturbated for 5 hour straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina concealment, and started to work every lame inch of the croch share of her thong before experiencing one of the with child sexual climax of my life.

After her croch aroma pulled out my nut, I put the spittle dampened G-string back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the relief of the day with aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her cunt and SOB smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Saame stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home plate in her office. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new flip-flop, 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 nursing home with me.



The following metre I came over was for a hebdomad in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the house was totally abandon during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning subprogram 2-mile jog before showering and going to exercise at 8:00. That hebdomad at her theatre was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the forenoon as she's cook to leave and differentiate me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right wing to her way for the number one putz beating of the day.

Her military post jog thongs were the outflank. Different one every day, Saami amaze stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the lash she had plastered to her trap all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the metre I got to them ; I was able-bodied to literally wet-nurse the sweat and juices out of the office of the thong by her croch. By the end of that hebdomad I knew exactly what auntie Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer calendar week, I also took the liberty to explore her total elbow room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her cupboard in a shoebox, under boxes of early horseshoe, I found a small black vibrator and a foresightful purple thick rooster. The black one was probably 4-5 inch but vibrated really intemperate and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her plaything filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the miniature that pleased her gob. I constantly jerked off to the sentiment of her sticking the modest pitch-dark one up her prick on high vibration and ramming herself with the stocky huge purple one. Even though I'm a heterosexual person man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on to the full vibration mode while I inhaled her thong and guess 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 human relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd seed over, I'd supporter myself to her cunt and son of a bitch musk from her muddied hamper and take the periodic pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at nursing home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panty from her bond to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her thong I can disrobe one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nighttime and only spent a few hour on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with cleaning lady my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited fourth dimension available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as infernal region to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were faithful to me.



During the summer of my junior yr 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 week in the middle of July as her troupe was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all workweek. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her break of the day run before going into the power, she hadn't broken the procedure after Sir Thomas More than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for oeuvre. It was so nice getting another pair of crack fresh scanty right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my firing and sucked the puss and asshole twine clean all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the lash wasn't even unpleasant-smelling 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 eternal sleep of the week, and because she moved her home office into her sleeping room, I couldn't get any of her step-in for the residue of the calendar week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a rain shower in the lavatory connected to her way and never left me an opportunity to suck cleanse more of her stinky undies. By Fri, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy foetor.



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



My plan was heady, but it was going to work out fine… the storey in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no pauperization to care about rheumy trading floor 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 min with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - quite a little of sentence to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a jibe when she got home from her run - if any minus signs popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. for sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her tee shirt and was in a variation bra and mingy black leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the polish of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really surcharge into her thong for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her shower bath. I waited until I heard her overt her bathroom door and was thrilled to discover it close behind her. Less in all probability that she would hear anything outside the toilet whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my motion and get that nut. The room access to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my wind cone on, so I slipped across the elbow room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that exceptional day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog snatch and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was capable to smell the musk by simply standing next to the bond. I could feel the thong was ardent and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and brisk from her maw, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid hammer from my trunks, and got my cum sock set up to collect my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely toothsome - the virginal scent of her twat 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 seed ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex Roger Sessions ). The program was going gravid, I started stroking my diamond-solid prick after I put the cocksucker chain into my mouth with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of preference, feeling, and feel. I was luxuriously as roll in the hay from her musk and the mentation of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 column inch stand straight up without aid from my bridge player.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond rock - out of absolutely nowhere, the john doorway shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my thorax, I hadn't been so unquiet, embarrassed, and startled in my entire liveliness. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this peak.



Aunt Ellen had the water supply running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to hear me because she was as offend 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 cock hard as a rock and her lash in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the dry land. She had brown nipples and very whiteness titties - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my fount and neither of us could even talk a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment of my life-time. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, auntie Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked early than my socks ; ruffle hard as a rock-and-roll in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an aspect of jumpiness in my heart. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs all-encompassing and I could see her middle looking straight into my erect tool and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my paw off of my cock, grabbed it at the radical and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick salt lick. Amazed, I must've dig a heart of pre-cum out of my tool after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to sop up the darn out of my glob. Left and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just adequate imperativeness to feel the squeeze as her glossa lathered them up.



At that, she let my musket ball resign from her mouth and I let out a abstruse moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unhurt dick. I moaned"holy place fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the deepness of her pharynx and back up to her back talk, lathering my stopcock with her tongue and making eye contact lens with me the entire clock time. I'd never had such good noodle at this point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my prick - and I couldn't do anything but moan, gunk pre-cum and suck the vagina straightaway from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my tool, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her march way out and lowered that pale White ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and fret my tip all over her bristly vagina for 10 sec before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her strong, moist love canal. I had a perfect eyeshot of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squat onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, auntie Ellen absolutely went to town on my strong 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 old age and hadn't really had many family relationship with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my turncock, 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 bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her son of a bitch in the air for me to see while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't address it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's barbarous riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the choice age for sex, I couldn't handle More than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old snatch. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my cock so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word up to this full stop, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to flora my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could palpate my cock getting harder and tantalize dissipated and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as piece of ass and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my semen straight into my aunt's love epithelial duct. 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 sec, giving me a ripe final feeling at her son of a bitch and my dick filling her cunt up."holy place shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty flip-flop fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her cunt was released. After my turncock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first gear time, watching my semen pour out of the kettle of fish, making a monolithic puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life sentence even though it was so suddenly lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to pass over the consortium of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the like after those 10-minutes.



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