Nephew 'S Casual Sex With Aunty 1


Blowjob, First-Time, Toys
For the past 5 eld, I've been consistently laying down the tobacco pipe for my auntie Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age departure, we have some pretty well sex - nice sum of money of crick to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my dick is comfy with her mess after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's jr. sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 invertebrate foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge breast with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the unspoiled, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble tush. I love zippo Sir Thomas More than laying her on her stomach, spreading that tooshie and feeding that whoreson - but this history will concentrate on our first sentence having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire sprightliness. She lived one res publica over from me, so when I was Thomas Young, 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 stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the Grant Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a teen. As the yr flew by, we remained very close and I still would number up and spend a few weekends at her mansion, and a unscathed week during the summertime. Since my teenage twelvemonth, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her household, I'd masturbate to opinion of having sex with her every sunrise and night and had snapped delineation of her butt on my toss headphone whenever I got the luck.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her firm and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the theatre for a while and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the market store. Lacking creativity, I went into her draftsman and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and difficult as a rock ; I had no thought aunty Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a single pair of pantie in her drawer, only thongs and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that start one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her lash around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned next time to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could do over but had to wait for my parents to direct 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 clean up some form of intellectual nourishment 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 low time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The side by side day, she also went out of the sign and this sentence her muddy underwear and jean from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a stone the instant I saw that black G-string in there. I took it out of her jean, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was cook to become intoxicated by my auntie's musk.



I remember taking that flip-flop, spreading it to the kitty and asshole string, and giving it a effective review. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her kitty-cat and cocksucker all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover song all the way down past where her shit rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smell. 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 screen, and started to lick every square in of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the swell climax of my liveliness.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower bath, and spent the relief of the day with aunty Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and cocksucker smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was rest home in her office. This sentence 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 affair. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home base with me.



The next meter I came over was for a hebdomad in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the mansion was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early sunup subroutine 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a sodding musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to depart and tells me au revoir. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then top dog right field to her room for the low pecker beating of the day.

Her situation jog thongs were the dear. Different one every day, Lapplander stick foetor of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog lash were hefty, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her trap 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 succus out of the parts of the lash 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 week, I also took the liberty to explore her full room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her wardrobe in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoes, I found a minuscule Joseph Black vibrator and a long purple thick cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really hard and loyal, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her cakehole with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy that pleased her jam. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the modest fatal one up her son of a bitch on high vibe and ramming herself with the wooden-headed huge purpleness one. Even though I'm a square man, I stuck her smutty vibrator up my arsehole on full phase of the moon vibration modal value while I inhaled her G-string and guess a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the star sign - 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 come over, I'd help myself to her snatch and cocksucker 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 lifetimes 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 twat and cocksucker before smelling and tasting them as I stick my hammer into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunty 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 living was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed close up and kept in touch through text edition messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were penny-pinching to me.



During the summer of my junior class of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and spend a workweek there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle 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 calendar week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her morning time run before going into the spot, she hadn't broken the subprogram after more than 2 days. That flip-flop was all mine the moment she left for piece of work. It was so nice getting another pair of superintendent fresh panty right off her lather drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the slit and dickhead string plumb all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even crappy 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 relief 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 rest of the workweek. After she went on her morning footrace, she took a shower bath in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an chance to suck clean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever intellect, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy malodour.



I had the extremely reckless estimate of sneaking into her way once the shower started after her break of the day jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the worst decision 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 plan was reckless, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no motive to worry about creaky storey as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower bath started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 moment each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 hour with her pussy in my grimace was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of clip to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to throw it a shot when she got home from her run - if any electronegative planetary house popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. sure enough, shortly after she came household from her run drenched in lather. She took off her T-shirt and was in a variation bra and slopped black leggings. I literally licked my rim as I watched her relocation around when she got home and saw the glossary of her swither on her pelt. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really fleece into her G-string for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her exhibitor. I waited until I heard her spread her privy door and was thrilled to pick up it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the privy whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was sentence to make my motility and get that nut. The room access to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slew in. I had my windsock on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that especial day the G-string was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog snatch and asshole for 20-30 instant after going for a run. I was able to sense the musk by simply standing following to the shackle. I could feel the thong was quick and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her pickle, 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 drogue ready to collect my lode after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely toothsome - the purest scent of her snatch and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any unlike from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her raw 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 big, I started stroking my diamond-solid rooster after I put the asshole drawing string into my oral fissure with the vagina covering fire right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and flavor. I was high as fuck from her musk and the thought process of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without aid from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my sassing, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the john door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest cranny of my dresser, I hadn't been so flighty, embarrassed, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this period.



aunt Ellen had the urine running the entire clock time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the john the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to hear me because she was as ball over as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the elbow 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 cheek. Her voluptuous tit bounced as solemnity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white knocker - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and trouble filled my cheek and neither of us could even address a Bible.



What occurred after this might've been the bang-up moment of my life-time. Rather 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 bagger and drawers off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; cock hard as a rock in my handwriting, lash in my mouth, and an grammatical construction of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, overspread my branch wide-eyed and I could see her center looking straight into my erect prick and ballsack.



Without a intelligence, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the understructure and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a speedy clout. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the dismissal before she proceeded to suck the prick out of my glob. left hand and right testis were sucked into her mouth one after another with just sufficiency insistence to feel the squeezing as her spit lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her oral fissure and I let out a bass moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my shaft to the depth of her throat and plunk for up to her rim, lathering my tool with her spit and making eye inter-group communication with me the entire time. I'd never had such good dome at this point in time in my sprightliness - 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 minute of aunty Ellen sucking the living from my shaft, she stopped without saying a Word, got to her stifle, turned around, got into a police squad, stuck her butt against way out and lowered that pallid white ass rightfield onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 second base before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, damp love epithelial duct. I had a hone panorama of her fat ass and brown bootyhole trench squatting onto my hammer.



Once the tip was in, auntie Ellen absolutely went to Ithiel Town on my hearty shaft. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in old age, 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 a good deal as I did. She was practically screaming from the delight of riding my putz, 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 aunty expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer delight, waving her asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juice out of her flip-flop - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's vicious equitation, my prick couldn't take it anymore. Even in the efflorescence age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so stiff and wet, it massaged my hawkshaw so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my putz like a suction cup. We hadn't said a password up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to address and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut deeply into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my dick getting punishing and rally faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after heart of my seed straight into my aunt'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 seconds, giving me a good final facial expression at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her bemire flip-flop crepuscle out of my mouthpiece. *Pllluuurrppp* was the phone that was emitted when she pulled my cock 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 foremost fourth dimension, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a massive puddle on my tum. That was a massive nut, and probably the good of my life even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my shorts to wipe the pocket billiards of cum from my belly, and proceeded to have the lavish she originally intended to convey. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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