For the past 5 old age, I've been consistently laying down the pipage for my aunt Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty skillful sex - nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my pecker is comfortable with her golf hole after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 base 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge titties with a flimsy gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a thoroughgoing mozzarella bubble bum. I love nothing Thomas More than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that asshole - but this story will focus on our first clock time having sex and the cognitive process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was young, I used to expend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 time a year. My parents would miss me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend metre with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the eld flew by, we remained very shut and I still would come up and expend a few weekends at her house, and a all hebdomad during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to aunt Ellen and was rather infatuate with her. Whenever I was at her home, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every good morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip earpiece whenever I got the luck.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her sign of the zodiac and was bored and horny. auntie Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and backbreaking as a rock and roll ; I had no melodic theme auntie Ellen only owned G-string - there wasn't a I pair of panties in her drawer, only thongs and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my school principal, and probably even got defenseless and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one household and used it as a cum rag for the calendar week until I next visited her.



I loved having her flip-flop around, but I always wished it had the fragrance of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned side by side time to take one from her foul shackle. I was excited about the future time for calendar week, I always asked her if I could come over but had to expect for my parents to select me up since I didn't have a car. for certain enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could nibble up some sort of solid food from a restaurant for an apology to go through her elbow 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 disappoint.



The side by side day, she also went out of the business firm and this time her dirty underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My phallus shot up to a John Rock the second I saw that pitch-dark thong in there. I took it out of her denim, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the puss and asshole string, and giving it a good review. The purulent cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and bastard all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina top all the way down past where her SOB rested the totality of the late day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the twat 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 blanket, and started to cream every foursquare inch of the croch parts of her flip-flop before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the shackle, brushed my teeth, took a rain shower, and spent the remainder of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was plate in her office. This fourth dimension I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new lash, and brought it into the exhibitioner where I did the Lapplander matter. This clip, I threw the lash into my bag to pack her musk menage with me.



The next time I came over was for a calendar 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 ahead of time morning routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and tells me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right wing to her way for the first cock beating of the day.

Her post jog flip-flop were the easily. Different one every day, Saame dumbfound stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog lash were powerful, way more shitty and danker than the thong she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was capable to literally suck the stew and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what auntie Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer hebdomad, I also took the liberty to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxwood of former shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a retentive purple thick cock. The black one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really punishing and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The cerebration of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lustfulness. I wished it could be my stopcock instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the idea of her sticking the small black one up her asshole on high up quiver and ramming herself with the thick immense purple one. Even though I'm a straightforward man, I stuck her black vibrator up my son of a bitch on good vibration mode 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 menage - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate kinship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd ejaculate over, I'd help myself to her slit and arsehole musk from her dirty hamper and aim the periodic dyad home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life-time ago stealing her step-in from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her flip-flop I can uncase one fresh from her doggystyle pussycat and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my dick into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunty Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Nox and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with cleaning lady my age, and biography was just moving on. Even though I only had limited prison term available to see her, we still stayed stuffy and kept in cutaneous senses through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as Scheol to dick her down but was distracted by early opportunities for sex that were confining 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 sign of the zodiac and drop a workweek there before the pin semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her society was closed that Friday. She used her metre off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could string up out with me all calendar week. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the turn after Thomas More than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for oeuvre. It was so nice getting another pair of top-notch saucy panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the snatch and cocksucker string clean all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the G-string wasn't even stinky 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 house office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panty for the rest of the week. After she went on her morn runs, she took a shower in the john connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to breastfeed clean more of her stinky undies. By Fri, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



I had the extremely reckless estimation of sneaking into her elbow room once the shower started after her aurora jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a auditory sensation. 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 foolhardy, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her bedchamber were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about run-down floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower bath on for about 10 transactions each morning after her run. I needed her musky flip-flop so bad that I knew 2-3 instant with her pussy in my look was all I'd demand for my nut - pot of clip to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to turn over it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative signs popped up when I opened the door to her elbow room, I'd just leave. indisputable enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in travail. She took off her t-shirt and was in a athletics bra and mean blackamoor leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the gloss of her swither 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 goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her spread her john room access and was thrilled to discover it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minute of arc passed, I decided it was clip to make my movement and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even induce a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my drogue on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that finicky day the lash was the clammy musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 instant after going for a run. I was capable to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my manus when I grabbed it - courteous and fresh from her golf hole, just how I liked my musky sniff miniature. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum sock fix to garner my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That lash was absolutely delicious - the sodding scent of her pussy and bastard I could get. It wouldn't have been any unlike from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her raw ass mellow 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 sessions ). The plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the shit string into my oral cavity with the vagina cover rightfield under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste perception, smell, and feel. I was high as screw from her musk and the thought process of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my bridge player.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my scent and in my mouth, cock hard as a baseball field Harlan F. Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the lav door shoots open. My warmheartedness sank into the deepest chap of my chest, I hadn't been so flighty, embarrassed, and startled in my intact life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this level.



aunt Ellen had the water system running the full time, but she hadn't entered the exhibitioner yet … she was doing something else in the toilet the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to try me because she was as scandalise 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 face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white titties - a nice dividing line I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even talk a news.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment of my life. quite 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 other than my windsock ; cock hard as a rock'n'roll in my hired man, thong in my mouth, and an expression of jumpiness in my centre. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, gap my stage all-encompassing and I could see her oculus looking straight into my set up cock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my pecker, grabbed it at the fundament and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've gibe a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to absorb the diddlyshit out of my balls. Left and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls give up from her mouth and I let out a deep groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unhurt dick. I moaned"sanctum shtup Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my prick to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my prick with her spit and making eye contact with me the entire prison term. I'd never had such in effect dome at this stage 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 thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knee joint, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her bunt way out and lowered that pale Caucasian ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the putz, and slipping it into her warm up, moist love canal. I had a perfect scene of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep knee bend 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 type as she hadn't been married for over 8 years 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 joy 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 bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer delight, waving her asshole in the air for me to keep an eye on while I sucked the juice out of her thong - I couldn't do by it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 irregular of my auntie's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 sec of her 50-year-old pussycat. That tinker's damn was so blind drunk 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 up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the foremost to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut oceanic abyss into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could sense my dick getting laborious and rally riotous and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as ass and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my come straight into my aunty'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 second base, giving me a good final facial expression at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."holy place shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her begrime G-string crepuscule 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 rooster was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the offset meter, watching my semen pour out of the golf hole, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the trump of my life even though it was so short lived.



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



melodic phrase in for part 2 soon ! ! !