My public figure is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big society in Morristown, New New Jersey. The job pays well, but with scholar loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to open living in one of the most expensive area in the state.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her younger sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a unseasoned version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 days, but he died in at work related accident about the clip I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in rally for a ready colonisation, which combined with his life insurance gives her plenty money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from rich, but she owns her house and money isn't really an egress. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of fellow. Not so say that my mom thinks her Sister is a slut, it's more that she just has horrible taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the bozo she has dated since Don passed look to be even worse than he was.

audition I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me stay with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The thought of moving in with my auntie was only marginally better than moving back menage, but exempt is liberate, so I agreed. My programme was only to remain with her for as long as it took me to find a place I could afford.

I am animal of habit, and need my day by day routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by stage, but my true dearest is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my casual submission. Each sunup I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of java with my treasured Keurig, and write about the effect of the prior day. I used to compose in the eventide before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many days. I find break of day, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive time of day to drop a line. Some days I can't think anything interest to write about, and on those days my debut are poor. But when life story gets interesting, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to force myself to put my laptop computer away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little more than than two calendar month. She takes good care of me, cooking my meal, doing my laundry, material like that. She is reasonably, but not stupefy ; busty, but not ludicrous. She is fit, but no one would obnubilate her for an athlete. If your head naturally goes there, you might weigh her a MILF, but since she doesn't attire revealingly, and isn't overly coquettish, you would be in the minority. Few multitude give her a endorsement look. To both the cursory observer and to her womb-to-tomb booster, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A hugger-mugger she has kept hidden from her family and Friend, and only shares a small cadre of intimate. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her secret with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to unveil.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets matter to, I tend to write very detailed entries in my journal. Since occupy things were happening on a casual basis, I documented the day-after-day natural event in very computer graphic detail.

I am not a cracking writer. I will never write the keen American novel. I will likely never even try to publish anything worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn fib, and last week I realized that posting excerpts from my diary on this site is the unaired I will ever come in to being a published source.

One final author's note. You will likely guess Millie's occult much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn web site, you have the reward of having a pretty good theme of how this will wreak out. I on the early hand was documenting my daily events in very prison term, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic looking at into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my aunt Millie's theater around 9pm last night. After offering me a stale beverage she showed me around the space. Built in the 50's, the house is small. I would estimate the briny home isn't much more than 1000 substantial feet. There are two sleeping accommodation, one lav, a animation way and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some usage equipment, and a laundry elbow room in a finished basement.

After a spry tour of the sign of the zodiac, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the bigger bed. When I tried to fence, she just went pipe down. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should take the big bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my slip. After grabbing a minute beer, we moved to the living way, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my stumble, so won't go into item again, but she was very thoughtful. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a retentive day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can hear her in the exhibitioner. I will give her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a monitor, I write these entries each morning, so the upshot for the most part are the anterior day's case, Hope that makes sensory faculty ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first workweek was uneventful. I bought some business nonchalant vesture for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza pie. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run first of all thing each morning. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunty naked yesterday. I was in a hurriedness to get to the office so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to lease a shower bath. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an evacuate house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the john door.

I was one-half way into the elbow room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her groundwork was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her wooden leg enough to give me an unhampered view of her impertinently shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the face door sweep, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful fair sex. No, adjust that, she was hot ! With that live thought, my organic structure began to respond as any 24-year-old Male would react when looking at a hot defenseless woman.

But before I return to describing the outcome of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to imagine about the bath incident ( as I have begun to shout it ) and I've had an brainwave. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bath. The offset morning I was at her business firm she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to amount out, so aught Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the sentence with college roommate. But I now realize that this may have been the outset of a pattern. A twosome days later I walked in on her sitting on the toilet. I would take sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bathroom room access, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would have expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the deficiency of a lock and told me not to worry about it.

Then yesterday when I walked in on her, she just stood there, fully exposed. I mean, I was just standing there, likely with my mouth clear, staring at her. And she makes no effort to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The exhibitor curtain was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her paw. As I said, her understructure was resting on the tub and there were a few thin line of products of shaving ointment on her legs and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No vexation, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you ”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the sinkhole. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her breasts. As she leaned over they swung free of her breast and swayed side to side. They were firm, wide-cut, and looked very inviting.

My mentality finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to indorse out the room, fumbling for the doorknob.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for employment. Can you handwriting me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the sink. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to pass over the residue shaving cream from between her wooden leg, leaving the thin lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bathroom to hired man her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small bathroom, basically the breadth of a bathtub. To choke she was forced to sprain sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her erect nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand"accidently"brushed my genitals. This was the get-go time that I realized just how poor people a job my running shortstop were doing hiding a raging erecting.

I didn't even try to resist the temptation, and turned to look out her as she left the bath and walked to her way. Stopping at her door and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door frame, she spreading her foundation slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving ointment from her ankle joint and legs with the towel I had given her. This tactic gave me an unforgettable rear view of her puss and asshole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone early than my aunt I would have followed her into the elbow room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to postdate her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom room access.

I took a long rain shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bath, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a familiar dissonance coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that sound. It was the distinct bombilation of a Hitachi deception wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that overpower vibrator. Realizing I would be previous for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to go on my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunty and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the dawning fucking. I seriously couldn't blockade thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her tits against me in the toilet, and that her hand brushing by my hammer was also not an accident.

Her hide was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit crinkle. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a tanning beauty parlor or tanned au natural in her back one thousand. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness plans, my idea was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly the pits knack on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was home, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga bloomers I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wearing that rig there was no way I could conjoin her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a pelting check and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken flank and some salad and went to my way. I watched pornography for a while, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to help her cosmetic surgery weighting after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the judiciary. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the Nox before. She is wearing a white sports bra and white yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so slight and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so transparent from the sweat, that she might as well have been naked. She looked disappointed when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the second Nox in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to void a repeat of the anterior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a couple girls from Tinder, but neither were really concern. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Sabbatum morning, and the low week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the sledding on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last night. She had again made dinner, which was delicious. I continue to feel guilty about her purchasing and making all the repast, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my first paycheck I will go grocery shopping. She left shortly after I got home, saying she had some errands to run, and that she might go out with a champion for drinks.

This was the first time I had the mansion to myself for an even. I went to my room, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an episode of"House of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire walking around the White mansion in one clinging sexy wearing apparel after another didn't assist me with my crush on my cougar auntie Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My physical structure relaxed as I closed my middle and let my head wander into fantasy.

In my red-blooded fantasy, Millie silently opened the doorway and entered my room. The light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the story and crawled to my bed. My fantasize continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my cock into her sass. Her expert natural language and sassing were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shaft with her paw. Our eyes met as her clapper began to flick the tip of my cock. Breaking eye contact, her lust found another object and she began to fellate my balls, first sucking one, then the former into her mouth. All the spell she continued to stroke my stopcock shaft, avoiding the sensitive head to ensure I didn't get too rouse, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her mouthpiece over the head and began to flip between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hand. The smell was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for very much foresighted. I reached down and grabbing her foreland and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her oral cavity. Meeting little impedance, my turncock slid down her pharynx and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or pluck back. Instead, she began to work out my balls. This took me over the edge, and all the insistence that had built up released and a soaker of cum filled her abdomen. Amazingly she swallowed every dip, and as I released her head, she sucked every free fall from my now softening member.

She licked her lips, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…

"Tom, do you want me to get anything for you at the store ?"

The door opened and auntie Millie stuck her head in,"Oh diddly-shit ”.

I was so thick into my phantasy that it took me a second to agnise what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be domicile, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my room and caught me masturbating.

The lighter in my room were off, but the light from the vestibule provided equal clarification for Millie to see my turncock poking out of my boxers with my hand wrapped around it. The head was covered with a lowly hand towel, draped there to sustain me from spraying the bulwark and my face with seed. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed sales booth.

My fancy had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roommate. But unlike prior occurrences, which had involved roommates and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something year old aunt. Not good.

Our centre met, and for a second we both froze, then the damn thing happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her"Oh turd ”, it took her about 5 indorsement to compose herself. Then her eyes slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my regard she said,"Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the shop. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting position, pushing my peter back into my shorts and replied,"Nope, I think I'm dependable ”.

That was too very much of a straight line for her to resist, so as she pulled the doorway closed said,"Yes, you certainly do look good ”.

A few minutes later I heard the breast door close. I had lost the desire to end up my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was deceased before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to kibosh thinking about Millie, was to find a hot petty slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent about of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck gold with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow. With fortune that will conduce to a assemblage.

June 26 - During dinner party with Millie last dark my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to surcharge up with a female child from tinder that she might block trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned lunch with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about sentence I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smile, I was certain she was thinking about former Night. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the berth to just let her know. She said she would make herself scarce in the basement and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to take the house.

June 27 - tiffin went well, in fact lunch was heavy. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in township during the day, and waitresses at a mutant bar various times a week in the eventide. After lunch, she sexted me a bare-breasted shot of her, and asked me to foregather her at the mutation bar after her faulting ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed happy to see me. She asked if I wanted anything, and I ordered a beer. When she brought it over she told me she would be off in about 15 arcminute. I said no worries and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was wakeful blue air, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her work shift ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a piffling black clothes on, joined me at the mesa, and asked how my good afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minute of arc of pocket-sized talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would call for Millie's business firm, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a ready text, to which she replied,"LOL, NP, she won't know I am here ”.

Julie then followed me in her car to Millie's. True to her countersign, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to admit that I was living with my aunt until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with Friend and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool down, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring point, saying that she was prissy and that she cooked me dinner and did my washing. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty much ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the sign of the zodiac 5 proceedings before Julie headway back to the bedroom and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no incertitude in her judgment that I wasn't occupy in her.

I helped Julie out of her clothes off, she was naked underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a great soundbox.

There is a desk and a chair in my room. She had me sit on the sharpness of the desk while she sat in the chairwoman and gave me a C job. She was effective, but I could say she had learned how to commit a nose candy job watching internet porno. There was tons of slapping my putz around on the face of her face, and smack of mouth. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and concentrated, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a safe ?"Then after a break,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did take condoms, and some lubricant. But I hadn't fully take out and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would call back I would have been better prepared, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the rubber in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lube in the 5th. By then I was back to being limp, so she waved me over to bungle me back up. Once I was hard again she put the condom on me and coated it liberally with lubricating substance.

I then spun the chair around and spread her shaved slit and began to push my cock into her. She was really mingy, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the chair began to vagabond across the floor. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the chairwoman kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her backrest and showed an beat tier of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her capitulum. In this position, I had something to bear on against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my prick into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to make love her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could hurtle recondite. Her heart rolled back in her pass as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her start orgasm.

She was one noisy fuck. With each thrust she would let out a footling oink. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrust. When she came, she started moaning a rich croaky"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the dorsum of her throat. She was so tatty that I began endorsement dead reckoning leaving the threshold open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly clear doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit distrait I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her eyes, she said in a very make up one's mind and vivid interpreter,"fucking me ! Don't you fucking quit ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the occupation at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the stop number. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her eyelids opened and her heart rolled back into her head. Chancing one Thomas More look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to pound her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the flooring. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the natural covering. In to a lesser extent than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a minutes. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the lavatory, and flushed the condom. Returning to my elbow room, I considered my options, then just climbed into bed following to her.

This morning time I woke up with her following to me, all snuggled in. My door was still exposed and I could smack Francis Bacon and hear food for thought cooking in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was 7am, I had slept in.

Julie woke up as I got out of bed and went to the toilet. By the fourth dimension I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her shoes in one paw she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the door, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a plate with scrambled testicle and 2 spell of bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was courteous"

June 28 - When I got home from employment close night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a note saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few more episode of menage of Cards, then escaped for an eve run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to shut down tonight, so couldn't seminal fluid over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom door was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home plate last night.

June 29 - Saturday sunrise ! Another calendar week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my normal procedure, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun death dark. She mumbled something, but I didn't really hear her result. I was too pore on her carpus. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrists. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.

When I got back to the house I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn't want to utter about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a trough of grain, and asked about her architectural plan for the weekend. She joined me at the mesa, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the hard kitchen president. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the outlet, but no issue what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her last nighttime. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the family in disgust. I needed to get away from her, and since I had to get the oil in my car changed and run some errands I just left. But I was determined to press the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was former evening by the meter I got home base. I went into the firm, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to veil it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am redress back into the disceptation, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to describe him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no idea what you're talking about, it's not what you think ! You don't understand !"

perception I had her, I lowered my articulation and asked calmly,"What is there to not infer ?"

She went calm down and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the opening I wanted, and now she has no choice but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the cogs in her headspring turning as she looks for a way out.

I break the secretiveness and firmly say,"display me what he did to you."

She reacts differently to my new feel of part and submissively nods her head in accord. Standing up she unbuttons her boxershorts, hooks her pollex into the sash and pulls her boxers and scanty to her knees, then turns around.

"Holy shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with majestic line of descent. It looks like she was whipped with a joint. And then there is the other thing. She has a bejewel fireplug in her ass.

Pulling her short pants back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued vocalism."Is that what you wanted to see"?

I start to say something, then stop.

Unsure of herself, she continues,"Before you say anything, let me explain. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her phonation lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

"I like ... ”, but her voice trails off, as she stops to gather her thoughts."No ”. Another suspension, then"Correct that… ”, another pause. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means thing get a footling rough ”.

Another interruption, as she gives me clock time to sue what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not dazed, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without details. I wanted to hear detail. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor people short destitute little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with last night tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that plug up my ass so his cum wouldn't news leak out."

She tried to stare at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn't pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the other to interrupt the quiet, it was broken for us. The buzzer rang… and we both jumped.

Recovering first, Millie walked over to the door and looked out.

"I don't believe it, what is he doing here ?

"Who ”, I ask.

looking defeated, she replies,"Looks like you get to meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent forcible shape and I guess moderately handsome. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his manus out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you finish night."

Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the point immediately with,"What the perdition did you hit her with last Nox ? Her ass looks like raw beefburger"

Showing little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in low-down submission.

Then turning back to me, he says simply,"A wooden kitchen spoon ”.

Then with glee in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't vociferation at me. I just did what she paid me to do"

"Paid you ? ”, I ask, my voice raising in a question.

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 bucks for 3 hour. For that kind of money, she gets to set the pattern, and I just follow them. First clock time she had me mop up her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or someone must suffer made her smell that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a word of it. I knew his character. pit, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to want to dominate a willing adult female, to penalise her. My mom cheated on my dad, first making me lie to him. Then after getting caught, leaving him and taking me with her. My living was never the same, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my lifespan upside-down. There were days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My mind was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the present."If that's the case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the finally word."What the nooky are you doing here now ?"

He smiled and looked at Millie,"She knows… handwriting it over ”.

Millie looked daggers at Rob, and I thought she might enjoin me he was full of shit. This was when she was going to narrate me that he was a lying SOB, and finally order me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to perpetrate my earpiece out of my pocket to forebode the fuzz, when Millie unbuttons her underdrawers. She slides them down, and this meter they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a face, pulls the quid from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shiver of his head word, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.

She rolls it around in her back talk. I can see her tongue working to pick every surface. While doing this her centre are closed, and I see a change semen over her. She softens, begins to shake a little, losing her equilibrium, she reaches out with her disengage handwriting and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

finish, Millie now opens her optic as she removes the sparking plug from her mouth. Looking a bit hinder, see hands it to Rob.

All concern, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. Call me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should fuck her. break her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of mind. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to await at Millie. She was looking at me, bout welling up in her eye, which she blinked away as she bowed her head and stared at the floor.

I studied her. Was she embarrassed, or was it something else I had seen in her eyes.

She continued to stand up there, naked from the waist down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left nipple, while the fingerbreadth of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that aught had happened, that nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe trail her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her inside second joint. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was slit juices running down her legs. Her external respiration was heavy, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to even. Then her altogether consistency began to stir. Without lifting her heart, she simply said,"I need to go ”. Turning, she walked cadaver legged to her bedroom, closing the threshold behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overload, character of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the redact and stared at her closed bedroom door. My mind kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comforter her. Say everything would be delicately.

But it wasn't ok. We could never repay to just roommates, and the whole Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty practically out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the brain workplace, because within min I realized that neither of these alternative would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to project it out, a third base selection popped into my chief. I should go sleep together her.

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My first chemical reaction was, I can't do that, that's wrong.

But the Sir Thomas More I thought about it, the to a greater extent I wanted to do it. privation quickly turned to need, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the lounge, and walked to her door.

I would just open the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just open the door, no injury in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay straight on her bed, her feet hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the release by her bed over her second joint and disappearing between her legs, its powerful rubber head was clearly squeeze firmly against her clit. Her left arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her in good order paw pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could hold out mute sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a word. Trying to march what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most humiliating event of her life, and instead of curling up in a ball and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her way for this.

As I watched her, my hand found my shaft, and using spittle and pre-cum for lube I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must experience sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The penalisation of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, eyes locked, matching stroking for stroke until she broke the go.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knees. Face down, ass up, her open up asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would fuck her. I would hump her hard. This would not be making hump, this would be hard, selfish, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no further invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping asshole, and slid balls deep into her.

Her breather caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the sparking plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entrance, and squeezed my rooster firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed stead, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to have it away her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her cunt added to my pleasance as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was bewilder, I had fucked my plowshare of coeds while in college, but cypher had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her musket ball abstruse, over and over, holding her coxa and pulling her onto me. My pace increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to terminate in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the other night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her male plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my stopcock.

Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hairsbreadth and pulled her face to my rooster, her body following. Anticipating my intent, she took my dick in her script and guided it to her open air oral fissure. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her mouth, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her headspring, I began to fuck her expression. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my pleasance built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so excited, I couldn't retain back any longer as watercourse of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling nigh of the way out, I filled her rima oris with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.

Finished, I let her go, and sat down on her bed.

Sliding to the base, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a spirit of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my putz clean and jerk. I lay back in blissfulness, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my pegleg apart, and began to suck and wreak with my musket ball, taking each in tour, into her rima oris. Then lifting my stage, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my ball paper bag, down the inside of my thigh, and finished by spreading my ass boldness and licking my motherfucker clean.

When she satisfied herself that I was completely sportsmanlike, she rolled out from under my legs, and curled up on the floor at my feet.

I just lay on my book binding, staring at the ceiling trying to work on what had just happened.

I had spent the morning, angry that individual had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to cover the scumbag to the police. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the issue of the night before.

It was now clear to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the past few weeks, her terrible sense of taste in men, all made good sense. She had been passed from one dominant Male to another. Likely starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no clew exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my fundament, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my joy, and now she lay in about as submissive a lieu as possible. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her elbow grease had made me feel wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my implements of war, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the Twelfth day hit. I finally realized the reliable reason she had given me this elbow room. She had given me the master bedroom. From the very commencement, when I had walked into this house she had tried to tell me what my coming to endure here signify to her.

I stood there, holding her in my arms and looking at that bed, and realized I couldn't put her there. It was not"her"bed, and it would never be"our"bed. That was her master copy's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her back into her room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my arms around her, and pressing back into my warmth, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an 60 minutes. She seemed so decompress and contented here in my subdivision. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was confident that I had made the right choice tonight.

I took a long hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My judgment was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The effect, and my percept of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now dissimilar.

Laying there, it took a while, but eventually a plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more sure-footed I was that I was the right course for Millie. We would go a new family relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to catch some Z's thinking, this will be concern .