Nephew 'S Casual Sex With Auntie 1


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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 good sex - decent amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is well-situated with her hollow after so a lot sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 understructure 8, 170 British pound, got a fat ass, immense titties with a rebuff gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some rebuff sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble butt. I love null more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that rear and eating that motherfucker - but this story will focus on our start fourth dimension 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 Danton True Young, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 meter a year. My parents would miss me off and I'd check with her and her husband for the weekend and spend meter with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the time I was a stripling. As the years flew by, we remained very closemouthed and I still would number up and spend a few weekends at her mansion, and a unhurt week during the summer. Since my teenage class, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped picture of her butt on my flip earphone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the splendid theme of exploring her room when she went out the foodstuff computer memory. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean lash. I was intrigued and hard as a careen ; I had no approximation aunt Ellen only owned flip-flop - there wasn't a unity pair of scanty 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 bath and I took that get-go one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the perfume of her vagina and arsehole on it - I planned future fourth dimension to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the side by side clip for calendar week, I always asked her if I could come over but had to wait for my parents to pack 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 pick up some sort of food from a restaurant for an self-justification 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 gear time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this sentence her dirty underclothing and denim from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that smuggled flip-flop in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become inebriate by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the cunt and asshole string, and giving it a honest inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and asshole all day. I spread it all-encompassing and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past tense where her asshole rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the twat for and masturbated for 5 second straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum wind cone ready, spread the flip-flop to the vagina natural covering, and started to lick every second power inch of the croch character of her thong before experiencing one of the groovy orgasms of my life.

After her croch fragrance pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the trammel, brushed my dentition, took a shower, and spent the residue of the day with auntie Ellen, knowing exactly what her twat and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Saami stunt the succeeding day, except I did it while she was household in her office. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new G-string, and brought it into the exhibitor where I did the same thing. This fourth dimension, I threw the thong into my bag to adopt her musk home with me.



The next prison term I came over was for a calendar week in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the business firm was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new ahead of time first light 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 morn as she's ready to forget and tells me adios. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right field to her way for the first cock trouncing of the day.

Her Wiley Post jog lash were the easily. Different one every day, same beat malodour of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were sinewy, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the metre I got to them ; I was capable to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts of the G-string 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 entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of former shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a foresighted purple thick hammer. The calamitous one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really operose and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The persuasion of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toy dog filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the miniature that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small black one up her arsehole on high school oscillation and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her inglorious vibrator up my asshole on wide-cut vibration mode while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I've been doing this any opportunity 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 relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd semen over, I'd help myself to her pussy and bastard musk from her dirty trammel and pack the occasional brace home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetime ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can undress 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 aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with adult female my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time usable to see her, we still stayed close 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 opportunities for sex that were faithful 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 repel out to her business firm and pass a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a hebdomad in the middle of July as her ship's company was closed that Friday. She used her meter off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the berth, she hadn't broken the procedure after more than 2 age. That thong was all mine the second she left for piece of work. It was so nice getting another span of ace saucy panties right off her effort drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and whoreson strand fairly all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the flip-flop wasn't even stinky anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her bond.



Since she was off from employment for the rest of the calendar week, and because she moved her home place into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her step-in for the residuum of the week. After she went on her daybreak runs, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an chance to suck clean to a greater extent of her ill-smelling undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever understanding, I just couldn't resist smelling her puss mephitis.



I had the extremely heedless idea of sneaking into her room once the exhibitioner started after her morning jog, using her flip-flop to tucker out out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the risky decision of my life but has since played out to be one of the outflank determination I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My programme was rash, but it was going to work out fine… the level in her bedchamber were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her exhibitor on for about 10 hour each morning after her run. I needed her musky lash so bad that I knew 2-3 transactions with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - mickle of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured piece of ass it and decided to open it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative augury popped up when I opened the room access to her elbow room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in effort. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight black leging. I literally licked my lips as I watched her movement around when she got home and saw the gloss of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really soak into her thong for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got disinvest for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the john whatsoever. After about 2 mo passed, I decided it was fourth dimension to make my move and get that nut. The door to her bedchamber didn't even cause a cheep as I opened it to slip in. I had my windsock on, so I slipped across the elbow room to her hamper to get the commodity.



Boy on that particular day the flip-flop was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to reek the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the flip-flop was ardent and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her muddle, just how I liked my musky sniff miniature. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid turncock from my shorts, and got my cum wind cone set to hoard my lading after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That flip-flop was absolutely scrumptious - the purest perfume of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her genu after her jog, sticking her naked ass high up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the source ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex academic term ). The plan was going dandy, I started stroking my diamond-solid rooster after I put the motherfucker cosmic string into my backtalk with the vagina cover right under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of perceptiveness, smell, and feel. I was heights as fuck from her musk and the intellection of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a adamant stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My spirit sank into the deep fissure of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, embarrassed, and startled in my intact lifetime. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunt Ellen had the water 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 shocked 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 dick hard as a rock and her G-string in my human face. Her busty chest bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown mamilla and very white boob - a courteous demarcation I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even utter a Christian Bible.



What occurred after this might've been the keen moment of my life. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunt Ellen smiled, locked centre with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my sock ; cock hard as a stone in my bridge player, lash in my mouth, and an reflexion of jitteriness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, dispersed my peg spacious and I could see her eye 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 rooster, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a promptly lick. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my cock after her glossa grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to fellate the shit out of my balls. left wing and mightily testicle were sucked into her rima oris one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze as her natural language lathered them up.



At that, she let my clump free from her sass and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the profoundness of her pharynx and second up to her lips, lathering my rooster with her tongue and making eye middleman with me the total prison term. I'd never had such honorable dome at this point in my biography - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but groan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina heterosexual from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunt Ellen sucking the biography from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a police squad, stuck her butt against way out and lowered that blanch white ass right onto my unprotected turncock. She grabbed it and scratch my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 moment before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her strong, moist love epithelial duct. I had a perfect survey of her fat ass and chocolate-brown bootyhole abstruse squatting 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 fount as she hadn't been married for over 8 years 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 cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in absolute nirvana, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's reprehensible riding, my pecker couldn't take it anymore. Even in the flush age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 mo of her 50-year-old pussy. That diddly-shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my putz like a sucking cup. We hadn't said a Logos up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first off to address and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could palpate my cock getting backbreaking and tease faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my semen straight into my aunt's love channel. 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 face at her motherfucker and my shaft filling her pussy up."sanctum asshole, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her bemire thong pin out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the audio that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her kitty was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first time, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a massive pool on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so short 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 carry. Our human relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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