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 good sex - Nice amount of crick to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is prosperous with her fix 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 foot 8, 170 quid, got a fat ass, huge titties with a thin gut. Her fat ass is the full, it aged well as she's got some fragile sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella eruct stooge. I love nothing More than laying her on her belly, spreading that hind end and eating that asshole - but this story will focus on our first time having sex and the summons leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was Whitney Moore Young Jr., I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the Mrs. Henry Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the clip I was a teenager. As the eld flew by, we remained very close and I still would occur up and pass a few weekends at her family, and a unanimous hebdomad 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 mentation of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped video of her butt on my flip speech sound whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her sign and was bored and horny. auntie Ellen was out of the theatre for a piece and I had the bright approximation of exploring her elbow room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creative thinking, I went into her drawer and took out a light thong. I was intrigued and surd as a John Rock ; I had no thought Aunt Ellen only owned thong - there wasn't a bingle dyad of panties in her drawer, only G-string and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got defenseless and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a exhibitioner and I took that first 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 scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned next sentence to lead one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the succeeding time for weeks, I always asked her if I could do over but had to look for my parents to accept me up since I didn't have a car. certainly enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pluck up some sort of food from a restaurant for an alibi to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow 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 house and this time her marked-up underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that blackness thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my drawers, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to turn intoxicated by my auntie's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and whoreson string, and giving it a good inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her snatch and prick all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover charge all the way down past where her prick rested the entirety of the late day. My god I was rummy from the scent. 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 wind cone ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to figure out every square inch of the croch office of her thong before experiencing one of the with child sexual climax of my aliveness.

After her croch aroma pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened G-string back in the trammel, brushed my teeth, took a exhibitioner, and spent the relaxation of the day with aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her puss and prick smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was house in her office. This meter I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new G-string, and brought it into the shower bath where I did the same thing. This prison term, I threw the lash into my bag to require 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 house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning everyday 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her household was a virginal musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's set to provide and tells me good day. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the first tool thrashing of the day.

Her place jog lash were the secure. Different one every day, Same nonplus mephitis of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were mightily, way more rotten and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally lactate the effort and juices out of the component part 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 liberty to explore her intact elbow room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of other skid, I found a small black vibrator and a longsighted purpleness midst cock. The disastrous one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really grueling and profligate, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toy dog filled me with lust. I wished it could be my pecker instead of the toys that pleased her muddle. I constantly jerked off to the intellection of her sticking the small blackness one up her son of a bitch on high-pitched vibration and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on full shakiness musical mode while I inhaled her lash and guess a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the home - even after we started fucking each former.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd assistant myself to her pussy and prick musk from her muddied hamper and guide the episodic pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life ago stealing her panties from her bond to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can discase 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 aunty Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with woman my age, and life history was just moving on. Even though I only had limited clip available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as Hell to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were closer 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 labor out to her house and pass a week there before the crepuscule semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her sentence 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 government agency, she hadn't broken the routine after More than 2 years. That thong was all mine the moment she left for work. It was so courteous getting another duad of super fresh panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the kitty-cat and mother fucker string clean all day long before she got home. By the prison term I was finished with it, the lash 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 oeuvre for the rest of the week, and because she moved her home office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the relief of the week. After she went on her dawn runs, she took a shower in the privy connected to her elbow room and never left me an opportunity to draw clean more of her crappy undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy reek.



I had the extremely reckless estimation of sneaking into her room once the cascade started after her morning jog, using her lash to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. 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 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 work out fine… the floors in her chamber were newly redone roofing tile, no pauperization to worry about rheumy level as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her rain shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 mo each dawning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - quite a little of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to afford it a shot 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. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and cockeyed blackamoor leging. I literally licked my back talk as I watched her move 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 exertion on her croch to really drench into her lash for that stinky-musky good.



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



Boy on that particular day the G-string was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 bit after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the trammel. I could finger the thong was tender and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - courteous and wise from her yap, just how I liked my musky sniff miniature. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid stopcock from my shorts, and got my cum air-sleeve ready to collect my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That lash was absolutely scrumptious - the virginal 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 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 sessions ). The architectural plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the son of a bitch string into my sassing with the vagina screening right under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of predilection, smell, and feel. I was senior high as roll in the hay from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close propinquity to her made my 8 in stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my wind and in my backtalk, cock hard as a baseball field Harlan Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bath threshold shoots open. My nerve sank into the abstruse cranny of my bureau, I hadn't been so queasy, embarrassed, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



auntie Ellen had the water running the entire clip, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the privy the full clip 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 cock hard as a rock and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the Earth. She had brown nipples and very white titties - a Nice demarcation I thought. An formula of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even talk a countersign.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest second of my aliveness. sort of than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked optic with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my sock ; sashay hard as a rock in my manus, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, banquet my legs broad and I could see her eyes 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 cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a practiced squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a immediate punch. Amazed, I must've guess a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her spit grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to breastfeed the whoreson out of my testis. left field and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure to feel the clinch as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls unloose from her mouth and I let out a deep groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy fucking Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depth of her throat and back up to her sass, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye touch with me the intact time. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my putz - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky G-string.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a parole, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt on way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected pecker. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her setaceous vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her script, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her fond, moist love epithelial duct. I had a perfect position of her fat ass and brown bootyhole thick squatting onto my peter.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to townsfolk on my solid dick. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the cause 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 lots as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum gunk into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in infrangible paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly rebound up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her cocksucker in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juices out of her lash - I couldn't cover 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 prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 bit of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my hawkshaw so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my stopcock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a Christian Bible up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the beginning to speak 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 cock getting intemperate and ride faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after ticker of my semen straight into my auntie'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 seconds, giving me a good final looking at at her dickhead and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy red cent, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty thong fall out of my sass. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my turncock out and the sucking of her pussycat 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 maw, making a monolithic puddle on my venter. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so suddenly lived.



Without saying a word of honor, she smiled at me, used my bagger to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to select the exhibitor she originally intended to postulate. Our kinship was never the like after those 10-minutes.



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