For the yesteryear 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 - courteous amount of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is easy with her maw after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried baby, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 pes 8, 170 quid, got a fat ass, Brobdingnagian titty with a slim gut. Her fat ass is the secure, it aged well as she's got some rebuff sag to it, but it sags into a sodding mozzarella burble butt. I love zip Thomas More than laying her on her stomach, spreading that fanny and eating that shit - but this story will concentrate on our inaugural meter having sex and the process leading up to it.



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



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a stripling. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her household, and a unhurt calendar week during the summer. Since my teenage eld, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather taken with with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thought process of having sex with her every dawning and dark and had snapped ikon of her butt on my flip speech sound whenever I got the opportunity.



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 spell and I had the splendid thought of exploring her room when she went out the food market memory board. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean lash. I was intrigued and strong as a rock ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned lash - there wasn't a single pair of panties in her drawer, only flip-flop and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my top dog, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one home and used it as a cum rag for the workweek 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 pestiferous hamper. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could total over but had to wait for my parents to drive 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 nibble up some variety of nutrient 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 first time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the sign and this time her dirty underwear and denim from yesterday were in the shackle. My penis shot up to a rock-and-roll the second I saw that black G-string in there. I took it out of her denim, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become inebriated by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty-cat and asshole cosmic string, and giving it a secure inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her cunt and bastard all day. I spread it full and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her asshole rested the entirety of the premature day. My god I was drunk from the look. I inhaled the pussy 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 lash to the vagina cover, and started to puzzle out every public square inch of the croch character of her thong before experiencing one of the dandy orgasms of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a shower bath, and spent the rest of the day with auntie Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Same stunt the following 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 shower where I did the Saame thing. This prison term, I threw the thong into my bag to select her musk home base with me.



The side by side time I came over was for a week in the summer, and aunt Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early cockcrow routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to go at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and separate me so long. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then school principal right to her elbow room for the starting time putz beating of the day.

Her post jog flip-flop were the intimately. Different one every day, Saami amazing reek of sweaty vagina and mother fucker. Boy, those post-jog thong were hefty, way more stinking and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog lash were still wet by the clip I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juice out of the share of the thong by her croch. By the end of that workweek I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer week, I also took the indecorum to explore her intact way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under loge of other shoes, I found a modest black vibrator and a long purple thick turncock. The melanize one was probably 4-5 in but vibrated really grueling and firm, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The opinion of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her cakehole with her toy filled me with lust. I wished it could be my dick instead of the toys that pleased her gob. I constantly jerked off to the cerebration of her sticking the small black one up her asshole on high vibration and ramming herself with the thick-skulled huge purpleness one. Even though I'm a true man, I stuck her black vibrator up my mother fucker on full vibration style while I inhaled her thong and pellet a nut. I've been doing this any probability I've had since then when she's out of the family - even after we started fucking each early.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual family relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd seed over, I'd help myself to her pussy and mother fucker musk from her dirty trammel and subscribe to the periodic pair base with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at plate. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her step-in from her trammel to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her lash I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and bastard before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Nox and only spent a few hr on a sojourn if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text content and played Minecraft together. I still was down as sin to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my Jnr year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to push back out to her family and spend a week there before the gloaming semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her clock time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could string up out with me all week. On that Monday break of the day I learned that she continued to do her daybreak run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the minute she left for work. It was so squeamish getting another dyad of first-rate fresh panties right off her swither drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and prick chain clean all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the flip-flop wasn't even shitty anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her hamper.



Since she was off from piece of work for the relaxation of the calendar week, and because she moved her habitation office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panty for the rest of the week. After she went on her first light runs, she took a rain shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck unclouded more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reasonableness, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



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



My architectural plan was reckless, but it was going to work out fine… the flooring in her sleeping room were newly redone tiles, no pauperism 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 instant each sunrise after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 proceedings with her pussy in my fount was all I'd motive for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a dead reckoning when she got home from her run - if any blackball signs popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came menage from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her jersey and was in a sports bra and tight disgraceful leging. I literally licked my lip as I watched her move around when she got household 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 hit it up into her flip-flop for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her spread out her bath door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my motility and get that nut. The doorway to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slue in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her shackle to get the goodness.



Boy on that exceptional day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog puss and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the shackle. I could feel the thong was warm up and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - overnice and fresh from her hollow, just how I liked my musky snuff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid rooster from my short pants, and got my cum wind sleeve gear up to collect my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely delicious - the gross scent of her slit and arsehole I could get. It wouldn't have been any dissimilar from putting her on her stifle after her jog, sticking her bare 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 capital, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the prick drawing string into my mouth with the vagina cover charge right under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and feeling. I was high as fuck from her musk and the cerebration of masturbating in such close propinquity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my deal.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a adamant stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the lavatory door shoots open. My heart sank into the recondite crevice of my dresser, I hadn't been so nervous, hinder, and startled in my entire spirit. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunty Ellen had the water running the total metre, but she hadn't entered the exhibitioner yet … she was doing something else in the john the intact time I was in there. She didn't seem to get a line 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 cock hard as a rock and roll and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous knocker bounced as gravity pulled her back to the solid ground. She had brown nipples and very White titties - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of jitteriness and worry filled my cheek and neither of us could even verbalise a Word.



What occurred after this might've been the cracking moment of my lifetime. sooner than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunt Ellen smiled, locked center with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxershorts and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; cock hard as a rock candy in my paw, lash in my mouth, and an manifestation of jitteriness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my wooden leg across-the-board and I could see her eyes looking straight into my vertical pecker and ballsack.



Without a tidings, she got right up onto my croch, took my helping hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the groundwork and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my shaft after her lingua grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my orchis. left hand and powerful ball were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my Lucille Ball free from her mouthpiece and I let out a cryptical groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unscathed dick. I moaned"sanctum fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her brim, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye contact lens with me the entire clip. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my prick - and I couldn't do anything but moan, seepage pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky lash.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunt Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a team, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale Patrick White ass rightfield onto my unprotected rooster. She grabbed it and chafe my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 moment before spitting in her helping hand, lubing up the shaft, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect prospect of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squat onto my pecker.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid prick. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in days, which probably was the font as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as a good deal as I did. She was practically screaming from the delight of riding my rooster, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in absolute Eden, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly recoil up and down on my prick, moaning in sheer pleasance, waving her whoreson in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't wield it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 irregular of my aunty's vicious 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 poop was so tight and wet, it massaged my hawkshaw so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my tool like a suck cup. We hadn't said a give-and-take up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant life my nut abstruse into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my shaft getting severely and depend on 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 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 secondment, giving me a good net flavor at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."holy place dogshit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty thong fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the kickoff time, watching my seed pour out of the hole, making a monolithic pool on my stomach. That was a monolithic nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so curtly lived.



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



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !