For the past times 5 old age, 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 divergence, we have some pretty good sex - nice measure of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my turncock is prosperous with her holes after so a great deal sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger baby, and boy she's a big boned, full-bosomed woman… she's about 5 metrical foot 8, 170 Lebanese pound, got a fat ass, huge tit with a svelte gut. Her fat ass is the upright, it aged well as she's got some little sag to it, but it sags into a gross mozzarella bubble butt. I love nothing more than laying her on her breadbasket, spreading that butt and eating that prick - but this story will sharpen on our foremost time having sex and the cognitive process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one nation over from me, so when I was young, I used to drop some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a yr. My parents would spend me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and drop time 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 year flew by, we remained very close and I still would fare up and pass a few weekends at her home, and a unhurt week during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather smitten with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to intellection of having sex with her every good morning and night and had snapped mental picture of her butt on my summersault phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her menage and was bored and horny. auntie Ellen was out of the family for a while and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the foodstuff shop. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean G-string. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no musical theme Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a ace pair of panties in her drawer, only G-string 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 and I took that get-go one habitation and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her flip-flop around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned next time to conduct one from her colly hamper. I was excited about the side by side time for weeks, I always asked her if I could come over but had to hold off 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 foot up some sorting of nutrient from a restaurant for an apology to go through her elbow room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her way and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the low fourth dimension I checked. I was very disappointed.



The following day, she also went out of the sign and this clip her lousy underwear and denim from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a rock the endorse I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my knickers, and laid down on her bed - I was prepare to become soak by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the slit and son of a bitch twine, and giving it a proficient review. The pussy covering was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and asshole all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past times where her arse rested the entirety of the old day. My god I was wino 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 sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to lick every square toes column inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the nifty orgasms of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spittle dampened thong back in the shackle, brushed my tooth, took a exhibitioner, and spent the eternal rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her kitty and bastard smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Lapp stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her spot. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new flip-flop, and brought it into the shower where I did the Saame thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the planetary house was totally empty-bellied during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning procedure 2-mile jog before showering and going to crop at 8:00. That hebdomad at her house was a utter musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's prepare to leave and tells me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right field to her room for the inaugural putz drubbing of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the practiced. Different one every day, same amazing reek of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more ill-smelling and danker than the thong she had plastered to her pickle all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the time 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 hebdomad I knew exactly what aunty Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer week, I also took the liberty to research her integral elbow room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a tenacious purpleness midst cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really laborious and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 column inch long. The persuasion of aunty Ellen fucking herself in her kettle of fish with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small melanise one up her asshole on high school shaking and ramming herself with the thick vast purple one. Even though I'm a neat man, I stuck her Negro vibrator up my son of a bitch on full quivering way while I inhaled her flip-flop and injection a nut. I've been doing this any fortune I've had since then when she's out of the menage - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd avail myself to her slit and dickhead musk from her ill-gotten bond and take the occasional brace home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at family. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panties 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 dickhead 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 women 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 touch modality through textbook messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as netherworld to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunity for sex that were closer to me.



During the summertime of my Jr twelvemonth of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to repulse out to her mansion and drop a week there before the nightfall 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 attend out with me all hebdomad. On that Monday dawn I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the billet, she hadn't broken the routine after More than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for oeuvre. It was so nice getting another duo of tiptop fresh pantie right off her stew drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the kitty-cat and son of a bitch string clean all day long before she got home. By the clock time 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 trammel.



Since she was off from workplace for the rest of the week, and because she moved her menage office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panty for the rest of the week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck in clean Sir Thomas More of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her kitty-cat stink.



I had the extremely heedless idea of sneaking into her way once the shower started after her morning jog, using her thong to baffle out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a speech sound. Let's just say that could've been the high-risk decision of my aliveness but has since played out to be one of the serious decision I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My plan was reckless, but it was going to crop out fine… the flooring in her sleeping room were newly redone tile, no need to worry about creaky storey 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 min each dayspring after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her twat in my face was all I'd demand for my nut - sight of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative signs 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 fret. She took off her t-shirt and was in a mutant bra and tight black legging. I literally licked my back talk as I watched her move around when she got home base and saw the gloss of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog effort on her croch to really imbue into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her rain shower. I waited until I heard her candid her bathroom doorway and was thrilled to see it close behind her. Less probably that she would pick up anything outside the lav whatsoever. After about 2 transactions passed, I decided it was prison term to make my move and get that nut. The doorway to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that finicky 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 proceedings 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 and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toy. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid prick from my boxers, and got my cum sock cook to collect my burden after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That lash was absolutely scrumptious - the purest odour of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her human knee after her jog, sticking her defenseless 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 big, I started stroking my diamond-solid pecker after I put the bastard drawstring into my mouth with the vagina back right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and feel. I was luxuriously as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such ending proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without aid from my hand.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my intrude and in my sass, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom doorway shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so spooky, embarrassed, and startled in my entire life. 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 intact meter 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 way 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 face. Her voluptuous chest bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown mammilla and very white titties - a courteous demarcation I thought. An expression of nerves and concern filled my grimace and neither of us could even mouth a Word.



What occurred after this might've been the heavy moment of my living. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an account, aunty Ellen smiled, locked oculus with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and drawers off until I was butt naked other than my drogue ; tittup hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an saying of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, cattle farm my legs wide and I could see her optic looking straight into my put up stopcock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my paw off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good credit crunch before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quickly clout. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my stopcock after her knife grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the paper bag before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my balls. left wing and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough insistency to feel the squeezing as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my testicle innocent from her sassing and I let out a cryptical moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole cock. I moaned"holy nooky Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her pharynx and endorse up to her lips, lathering my putz with her clapper and making eye contact with me the full time. I'd never had such unspoiled dome at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, guck pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minute of arc of aunty Ellen sucking the animation from my hammer, 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 picket Caucasian ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 arcsecond before spitting in her helping hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a hone sentiment of her fat ass and brown bootyhole oceanic abyss squatting onto my pecker.



Once the tip was in, aunt Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid putz. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in year, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 age and hadn't really had many family relationship with then - she probably wanted this as very much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my peter, feeling the pre-cum oozing into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly reverberate up and down on my prick, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her SOB 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 mo of my aunt's condemnable riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the blossom age for sex, I couldn't handle Sir Thomas More than 90 second gear 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 tool like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word 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 flora my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could experience my cock getting harder and rag 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 mo, giving me a good final exam look at her asshole and my cock filling her twat up."Holy cocksucker, 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 hammer out and the suction of her snatch was released. After my peter was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the outset metre, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a monumental puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the dependable of my life history even though it was so scant lived.



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



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