For the past 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the pipage for my aunt Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age departure, we have some pretty unspoilt sex - Nice amount of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my shaft is well-fixed with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger babe, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 British pound sterling, got a fat ass, immense titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the salutary, it aged well as she's got some tenuous sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble butt. I love nothing more than laying her on her breadbasket, spreading that keister and eating that motherfucker - but this tarradiddle will focus on our first time 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 drop some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 multiplication a year. My parents would neglect me off and I'd halt with her and her husband for the weekend and spend metre with them in the Sir Henry Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the fourth dimension I was a teenager. As the geezerhood flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her business firm, and a unanimous calendar week during the summer. Since my teenage long time, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather smitten with her. Whenever I was at her theater, I'd masturbate to intellection of having sex with her every morning and Nox and had snapped pictures of her butt 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 while and I had the smart as a whip idea of exploring her elbow room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and severely as a rock ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned flip-flop - there wasn't a single dyad of panty in her drawer, only flip-flop and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my forefront, and probably even got defenseless 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 weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her flip-flop around, but I always wished it had the aroma of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned following clip to withdraw one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could hail over but had to wait for my parents to take up 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 sort of food from a restaurant for an excuse 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 meter I checked. I was very let down.



The following day, she also went out of the house and this clock time her marked-up underwear and jean from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the endorse I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my trouser, and laid down on her bed - I was gear up to become intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and son of a bitch cosmic string, and giving it a good inspection. The snatch book binding 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 book binding all the way down past where her asshole rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was rummy from the smell. I inhaled the cunt 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 thong to the vagina cover, and started to lick every square toes inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the enceinte coming of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened lash back in the bond, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the relief of the day with Aunt 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 base in her office. This metre 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 same thing. This prison term, I threw the thong into my bag to guide her musk home with me.



The next sentence I came over was for a calendar 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 routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to make for at 8:00. That week at her house was a virginal musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to will and tells me bye-bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the beginning cock beating of the day.

Her post jog thong were the best. Different one every day, same puzzle stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were right, way more stinky and danker than the thong she had plastered to her gob all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the fourth dimension 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 summer week, I also took the liberty to research her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her press in a shoebox, under box seat of other shoes, I found a pocket-sized blackamoor vibrator and a long purpleness midst putz. The sinister one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really hard and truehearted, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her muddle with her miniature filled me with lust. 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 diminished dark one up her shit on high vibration and ramming herself with the slurred vast purple one. Even though I'm a straight person man, I stuck her black vibrator up my motherfucker on good vibration mode while I inhaled her lash and stab a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the star sign - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd seminal fluid over, I'd help myself to her twat and cocksucker musk from her dirty hamper and need the casual pair dwelling with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her pantie from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her lash I can peel 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 aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hour on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with charwoman my age, and animation was just moving on. Even though I only had limited fourth dimension usable to see her, we still stayed finale 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 early opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my next-to-last year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her firm and spend a week there before the autumn semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midsection of July as her party was closed that Friday. She used her meter off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all hebdomad. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her daybreak run before going into the billet, she hadn't broken the turn after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of super fresh pantie right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my release and sucked the pussy and shit twine clean all day long before she got home. By the prison term I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even stinking 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 rest of the week, and because she moved her plate situation into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a cascade in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to soak up houseclean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy malodour.



I had the extremely heady idea of sneaking into her room once the shower bath started after her sunup jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the spoiled determination 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 program was reckless, but it was going to act out fine… the floors in her sleeping accommodation were newly redone tiles, no indigence to occupy about decrepit floors 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 minutes each break of the day after her run. I needed her musky flip-flop so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her slit in my face was all I'd motive for my nut - plenty of fourth dimension to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to throw it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative sign popped up when I opened the threshold to her room, I'd just leave. certainly enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her jersey and was in a fun bra and miserly sinister leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got menage and saw the burnish of her lather on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog effort on her croch to really dowse into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got unattired for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom room access and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the john whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was meter to piss my move and get that nut. The door to her sleeping room didn't even make a peek as I opened it to slide in. I had my wind sock on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that specific day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and bastard for 20-30 min after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing future to the hamper. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my script when I grabbed it - prissy and sassy from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum wind sock ready to pull together my load after her lash pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely toothsome - the virtuous odour of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any dissimilar from putting her on her knee joint 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 plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the bastard train into my mouth with the vagina cover version rightfield under my olfactory organ for the tri-sensory experience of taste, flavour, and spirit. I was mellow as roll in the hay from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close down proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without help from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my back talk, cock hard as a adamant stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My middle sank into the deepest crack of my chest, I hadn't been so uneasy, chagrined, 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 total time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the john the stallion prison term I was in there. She didn't seem to hear me because she was as shock 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 putz hard as a rock and her lash in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravitation pulled her back to the terra firma. She had brown nipples and very ashen titties - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my expression and neither of us could even address a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest consequence of my life. quite than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunt Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; cock hard as a rock'n'roll in my paw, thong in my mouth, and an expression of jumpiness in my oculus. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her middle looking straight into my raise cock and ballsack.



Without a news, she got right up onto my croch, took my helping hand off of my peter, grabbed it at the nucleotide and gave it a undecomposed credit crunch before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick slug. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the hammock before she proceeded to imbibe the motherfucker out of my balls. Left and correct testis were sucked into her oral cavity one after another with just sufficiency pressure to feel the clinch as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my Ball free from her backtalk and I let out a cryptic moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"sanctum nooky Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my prick to the depth of her throat and back up to her brim, lathering my cock with her knife and making eye middleman with me the entire time. I'd never had such practiced dome at this point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straightaway from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my peter, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a team, stuck her butt against way out and lowered that pale Patrick White ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and itch my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the prick, and slipping it into her warm, moist love channel. I had a perfect tense horizon of her fat ass and brown bootyhole bass squatting onto my tool.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to Town on my satisfying stopcock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in eld, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as lots as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my prick, feeling the pre-cum goo 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 rooster, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her motherfucker in the air for me to watch while I sucked the succus out of her flip-flop - I couldn't address it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 second gear of my aunt's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 arcsecond of her 50-year-old slit. That shit was so rigorous and wet, it massaged my pecker so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock 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 talk and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut late into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my cock getting strong and drive flying and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after heart of my semen straight into my aunt's love channel. 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 sound terminal look at her asshole and my stopcock filling her pussy up."holy motherfucker, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty G-string fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my putz out and the suction of her cunt was released. After my stopcock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first time, watching my semen pour out of the fix, making a massive pool on my tum. That was a massive nut, and probably the intimately of my life even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a Scripture, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the kitty of cum from my venter, and proceeded to convey the cascade she originally intended to take. Our family relationship was never the Saame after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !