For the past 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the pipework for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty unspoilt sex - nice sum of crick to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried baby, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, immense titty with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some cold-shoulder sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble tail end. I love nix more than than laying her on her tum, spreading that goat and eating that mother fucker - but this narrative will rivet on our first fourth dimension having sex and the mental process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life history. She lived one DoS over from me, so when I was young, I used to spend some weekends at her mansion, maybe 5 or 6 sentence a class. My parents would drop me off and I'd arrest with her and her married man for the weekend and expend sentence with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her firm, and a whole calendar week during the summer. Since my teenage eld, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather potty with her. Whenever I was at her star sign, I'd masturbate to idea of having sex with her every cockcrow and night and had snapped mental picture of her butt on my summersault sound 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 while and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her elbow room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativeness, I went into her drawer and took out a make clean thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock-and-roll ; I had no mind aunty Ellen only owned flip-flop - there wasn't a unmarried distich of scanty in her draftsman, only G-string and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my chief, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that starting time one home and used it as a cum rag for the hebdomad until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned succeeding time to have one from her muddied trammel. I was excited about the next meter for weeks, I always asked her if I could come over but had to wait for my parents to take 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 eating house for an self-justification to go through her elbow room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the offset time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this time her pestiferous underclothes and dungaree from yesterday were in the trammel. My penis shot up to a John Rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my gasp, and laid down on her bed - I was quick to become drunk by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty and asshole drawstring, and giving it a proficient inspection. The kitty blanket was slightly solidified from being plastered to her twat and asshole all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down yesteryear where her asshole rested the entireness of the late day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the kitty for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum wind sleeve ready, spread the lash to the vagina cover, and started to drub every square toes inch of the croch function of her flip-flop before experiencing one of the greatest coming of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the shackle, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the residuum of the day with auntie Ellen, knowing exactly what her slit and bastard smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Lapplander stunt the future day, except I did it while she was dwelling in her authority. This prison term I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the shower where I did the same affair. This prison term, I threw the thong into my bag to withdraw her musk home with me.



The future metre I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the mansion was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning subprogram 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That workweek at her house was a saturated musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and tells me bye-bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then headland right to her elbow room for the commencement dick beating of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the right. Different one every day, same amazing reek of sweaty vagina and whoreson. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the meter I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that calendar week I knew exactly what aunty Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summertime week, I also took the autonomy to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under loge of former shoes, I found a minuscule lightlessness vibrator and a long purple thick shaft. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really toilsome and profligate, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with luxuria. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the belittled black one up her asshole on high vibration and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a straightaway man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on to the full vibration fashion while I inhaled her thong and blastoff 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 former.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate human relationship with auntie Ellen - whenever I'd seminal fluid over, I'd supporter myself to her pussy and shit musk from her muddied hamper and take the occasional pair plate with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life ago stealing her scanty from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her lash I can unclothe one fresh from her doggystyle cunt 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 sojourn if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life sentence 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 messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as snake pit to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my next-to-last yr of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to repulse out to her planetary house and drop a hebdomad there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the heart of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her prison term off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Mon forenoon I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the federal agency, she hadn't broken the function after Sir Thomas More than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of tiptop tonic panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my pocket and sucked the pussy and asshole cosmic string white all day long before she got home. By the prison term 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 hamper.



Since she was off from work for the rest of the week, and because she moved her plate office into her chamber, I couldn't get any of her pantie for the rest of the week. After she went on her dayspring rivulet, she took a shower in the privy connected to her elbow room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean to a greater extent of her crappy undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever ground, I just couldn't resist smelling her kitty-cat stink.



I had the extremely heady melodic theme of sneaking into her elbow room once the shower bath started after her morning jog, using her G-string to perplex out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the worst decisiveness of my life but has since played out to be one of the topper decisions I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My program was heedless, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no want to worry about derelict base as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 bit each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 mo with her pussy in my font was all I'd penury for my nut - batch of prison term to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured ass it and decided to give it a shot when she got home from her run - if any blackball house popped up when I opened the doorway to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in lather. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight Black person leggings. I literally licked my rim as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the colour of her elbow grease on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog exertion on her croch to really rob into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her elbow room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her candid her bathroom door and was thrilled to get a line it close behind her. Less likely that she would get word anything outside the john whatsoever. After about 2 mo passed, I decided it was time to make my movement and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even pee-pee a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my sock on, so I slipped across the elbow room to her trammel to get the goods.



Boy on that detail day the thong was the clammy 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-bodied to sense the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could finger the thong was warm and wet in my hired hand when I grabbed it - nice and refreshing from her trap, just how I liked my musky sniff miniature. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my underdrawers, and got my cum sock quick to call for my onus after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the purest scent of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her defenseless ass gamey up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the beginning ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sessions ). The program was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid dick after I put the asshole string into my back talk with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and feel. I was richly as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such conclusion 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 oral cavity, cock hard as a baseball field Harlan F. Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the can door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crack of my chest, I hadn't been so flighty, embarrassed, and startled in my full life-time. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



Aunt Ellen had the H2O 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 get wind me because she was as aghast 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 her thong in my cheek. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white knocker - a skillful direct contrast I thought. An construction of jitteriness and concern filled my aspect and neither of us could even address a give-and-take.



What occurred after this might've been the nifty moment of my life sentence. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked center with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my packer and shorts off until I was butt naked former than my socks ; cock hard as a rock candy in my helping hand, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, outspread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect prick and ballsack.



Without a intelligence, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my peter, grabbed it at the base and gave it a safe wring before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her clapper grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the liberation before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my balls. leftfield and right testicle were sucked into her lip one after another with just enough pressure to finger the squeeze as her natural language lathered them up.



At that, she let my Lucille Ball gratuitous from her back talk and I let out a bass moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my completely dick. I moaned"sanctum piece of ass Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and gage up to her lips, lathering my pecker with her natural language and making eye liaison with me the entire clip. I'd never had such unspoiled dome at this power point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my pecker - and I couldn't do anything but moan, transude pre-cum and suck the vagina heterosexual person from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 instant of aunt Ellen sucking the life from my pecker, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knee joint, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that sick white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and fret my tip all over her burry vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, dampish love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole mystifying squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to townsfolk on my solid hammer. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the eccentric 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 tool, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my pecker, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole in the air for me to keep an eye on while I sucked the juices out of her G-string - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's vicious riding, my shaft couldn't take it anymore. Even in the undercoat age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my hammer like a suction cup. We hadn't said a Bible up to this stage, so I definitely wasn't going to be the low gear to address and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to flora my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could palpate my hammer getting harder and ride riotous and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as shtup and moaning as I shot pump after heart 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 endorsement, giving me a thoroughly final look at her asshole and my cock filling her puss up."Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her bemire thong evenfall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her snatch was released. After my stopcock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the foremost time, watching my come pour out of the hole, making a monolithic puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so forgetful lived.



Without saying a Good Book, she smiled at me, used my boxers to pass over the kitty of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to need. Our relationship was never the Same after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for portion 2 soon ! ! !