For the past times 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty good sex - nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my prick is comfortable with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, Brobdingnagian titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some thin sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble backside. I love zilch Thomas More than laying her on her abdomen, spreading that fag and feeding that mother fucker - but this story will pore on our first clip having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my full liveliness. She lived one DoS over from me, so when I was Loretta Young, I used to spend some weekends at her home, maybe 5 or 6 times a twelvemonth. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her hubby for the weekend and pass time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the metre I was a teenager. As the age flew by, we remained very finish and I still would hail up and spend a few weekends at her theatre, and a whole workweek during the summertime. Since my teenage age, 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 photo of her fanny on my flip headphone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a patch and I had the brilliant melodic theme of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a fresh thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no estimate Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a 1 pair of panties in her drawer, only thongs and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my pass, and probably even got au naturel and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a cascade and I took that first one household 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 fragrance of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned following meter to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the following fourth dimension for hebdomad, I always asked her if I could come over but had to wait for my parents to get me up since I didn't have a car. sure enough enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some sort of intellectual nourishment from a eating place for an apology to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her marked-up hamper, but it was empty the first sentence I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this sentence her dirty underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the bond. My penis shot up to a careen the 2nd I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was set up to go lift up by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the slit and asshole string, and giving it a goodness inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and bunghole all day. I spread it panoptic and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover song all the way down yesteryear where her shit rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was rummy from the olfactory modality. 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 drogue ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to figure out every square toes in of the croch role of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After her croch smell pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my tooth, took a exhibitor, and spent the rest of the day with auntie Ellen, knowing exactly what her slit and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her office. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the exhibitioner where I did the Sami affair. This time, I threw the G-string into my bag to admit her musk home with me.



The future clock time I came over was for a workweek 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 early morning time routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to mold at 8:00. That week at her theater was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to provide and assure me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the for the first time rooster beating of the day.

Her situation jog flip-flop were the best. Different one every day, same astound fetor of sweaty vagina and shit. Boy, those post-jog flip-flop were brawny, way more unpleasant-smelling and danker than the lash she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog flip-flop were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able-bodied to literally suck the lather and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summertime week, I also took the liberty to explore her entire way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her cupboard in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoe, I found a modest black vibrator and a long purple thick prick. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really severe and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The view of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her pickle with her plaything filled me with luxuria. I wished it could be my tool instead of the plaything that pleased her hollow. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small inkiness one up her arse on mellow vibration and ramming herself with the thick vast purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on wide-cut vibration modal value while I inhaled her lash and shot a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the house - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate family relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd assistance myself to her twat and arsehole musk from her dirty shackle and use up the occasional pair family 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 discase one fresh from her doggystyle slit and shit before smelling and tasting them as I stick my prick 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 fair sex my age, and spirit was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in sense of touch through schoolbook messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as nether region to dick her down but was distracted by former chance for sex that were closer to me.



During the summertime of my junior class of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to push back out to her house and spend a calendar week there before the declivity semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her fellowship was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang up out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 yr. That thong was all mine the second she left for body of work. It was so nice getting another duo of super wise scanty right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and bunghole chain unobjectionable all day long before she got home. By the metre I was finished with it, the thong 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 work for the rest of the hebdomad, and because she moved her home office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the balance of the week. After she went on her good morning rivulet, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her elbow room and never left me an opportunity to suck plumb more of her malodourous undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy malodor.



I had the extremely heedless idea of sneaking into her room once the shower started after her morn jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a audio. 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 program was reckless, but it was going to work out out fine… the base in her bedroom were newly redone roofing tile, no need to concern about creaky floor as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her cascade started and I knew that she normally had her shower bath on for about 10 minutes each dawning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her kitty in my face was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of metre to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to break it a guesswork when she got home from her run - if any damaging signs popped up when I opened the door to her elbow room, I'd just leave. for sure enough, shortly after she came house from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her jersey and was in a sports bra and smashed smutty leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her motility around when she got home and saw the glossiness of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog travail on her croch to really soak into her flip-flop for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got divest for her shower. I waited until I heard her undecided her bathroom threshold and was thrilled to pick up it close behind her. Less in all likelihood that she would get wind anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to produce my move and get that nut. The door to her bedchamber didn't even build a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goodness.



Boy on that item day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and arse for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the thong was warm up and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - courteous and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff plaything. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid prick from my short pants, and got my cum sock ready to pull together my consignment after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the perfect scent of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knee after her jog, sticking her naked ass senior 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 session ). The architectural plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid stopcock after I put the bunghole string into my mouth with the vagina covert right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of mouthful, feel, and feel. I was high gear as fuck from her musk and the sentiment of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my rima oris, cock hard as a diamond Edward Durell Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom doorway shoots open. My fondness sank into the deepest scissure of my chest, I hadn't been so neural, embarrassed, and startled in my total life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this degree.



auntie Ellen had the water running the integral time, but she hadn't entered the rain shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the intact meter I was in there. She didn't seem to get word me because she was as shocked as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the way butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my shaft hard as a rock and her G-string in my look. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white boob - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and concern filled my case and neither of us could even mouth a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest present moment of my life-time. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked heart with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and short circuit off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; strut hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my lip, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my wooden leg widely and I could see her center looking straight into my upright cock and ballsack.



Without a Holy Scripture, she got right up onto my croch, took my hired man off of my stopcock, grabbed it at the basis and gave it a good liquidity crisis before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick punch. 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 carrier bag before she proceeded to lactate the motherfucker out of my glob. Left and properly orchis were sucked into her oral fissure one after another with just enough pressure to palpate the squeeze as her spit lathered them up.



At that, she let my lump free from her mouth and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole gumshoe. I moaned"holy place fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my peter to the profoundness of her throat and gage up to her sass, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye striking with me the entire time. I'd never had such undecomposed dome at this point 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 person from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 proceedings of aunty Ellen sucking the aliveness from my cock, she stopped without saying a Good Book, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her briary vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her script, lubing up the stopcock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and Brown University bootyhole cryptic squat onto my rooster.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to township on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in yr, 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 pleasure of riding my hammer, feeling the pre-cum goo into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in absolute nirvana, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly recoil up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasance, waving her arse in the air for me to learn while I sucked the juice out of her thong - I couldn't cover it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's reprehensible riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussycat. That shit was so blotto and wet, it massaged my pecker so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suck cup. We hadn't said a word up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to verbalise 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 find my peter getting tough and rode faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my ejaculate straight into my aunt's love epithelial duct. 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 minute, giving me a full final exam look at her asshole and my hammer filling her pussycat up."holy dirt, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her grime thong downfall out of my sass. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my tool out and the suction of her twat was released. After my rooster was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first of all time, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a massive puddle 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 password, she smiled at me, used my packer to wipe the pocket billiards of cum from my tummy, and proceeded to get the exhibitioner she originally intended to have. Our relationship was never the like after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !