For the past 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the tobacco pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty dependable sex - Nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is prosperous with her holes after so very much sex. Ellen is my Dad's unseasoned sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 groundwork 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge tit with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some little sag to it, but it sags into a perfect tense mozzarella burble seat. I love zero more than laying her on her breadbasket, spreading that butt and eating that dickhead - but this chronicle will pore on our low time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire lifespan. She lived one state over from me, so when I was immature, 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 expend time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the clip I was a stripling. As the years flew by, we remained very fold and I still would issue forth up and expend a few weekends at her house, and a whole calendar week during the summertime. Since my teenage days, I became sexually attracted to auntie Ellen and was rather enamored with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thought of having sex with her every break of day and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip sound whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her business firm and was bored and horny. auntie Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the brainy mind of exploring her room when she went out the food market memory. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a unobjectionable G-string. I was intrigued and voiceless as a rock ; I had no idea auntie Ellen only owned G-string - there wasn't a individual pair of panties in her drawer, only lash and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got au naturel 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 week until I next visited her.



I loved having her G-string around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned following prison term to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the future time for calendar week, 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. certain enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some sort of food from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her soiled hamper, but it was empty the commencement time I checked. I was very defeated.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this meter her sordid underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was cook to become inebriate by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and prick strand, and giving it a good inspection. The pussy 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 cover all the way down yesteryear where her asshole rested the entireness of the old day. My god I was drunk from the feeling. I inhaled the kitty-cat 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 covering fire, and started to lick every second power inch of the croch parts of her lash before experiencing one of the greatest climax of my life sentence.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a exhibitioner, and spent the rest period of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the future day, except I did it while she was home in her position. This clip I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the cascade where I did the same affair. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to withdraw her musk rest home with me.



The next fourth dimension I came over was for a week in the summer, and aunty Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early on dawn workaday 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That calendar week at her house was a perfect musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the forenoon as she's ready to leave and severalise me so long. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then heading right to her elbow room for the first cock beating of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the best. Different one every day, same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the G-string she had plastered to her muddle all day. Her post-jog lash were still wet by the clip I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the elbow grease and succus out of the parts of the lash by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer hebdomad, I also took the liberty to research her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her W.C. in a shoebox, under corner of other brake shoe, I found a small disastrous vibrator and a long purple midst cock. The Negroid one was probably 4-5 in but vibrated really intemperately and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her fix with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my rooster instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the sentiment of her sticking the small bleak one up her asshole on high up vibration and ramming herself with the fatheaded huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her shameful vibrator up my asshole on to the full vibration style while I inhaled her lash and snap a nut. I've been doing this any opportunity 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 sexual relationship with auntie Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional yoke place with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifespan ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can pare one fresh from her doggystyle kitty and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my rooster into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunty Ellen less frequently, stopped spending Night and only spent a few hr on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and animation was just moving on. Even though I only had limited meter available to see her, we still stayed end and kept in ghost through text message and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities 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 drive out to her house and drop a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could fall out with me all hebdomad. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her dawn run before going into the role, she hadn't broken the bit after more than 2 years. That G-string was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another distich of super novel panties right off her stew drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean all day long before she got home. By the metre 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 hebdomad, and because she moved her home office into her chamber, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the hebdomad. After she went on her dawning trial, she took a rain shower in the john connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck unclouded more of her stinky undies. By Fri, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



I had the extremely rash estimate of sneaking into her room once the shower started after her morning 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 regretful conclusion of my living but has since played out to be one of the best decisions 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 bring out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about screaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower bath started and I knew that she normally had her rain shower on for about 10 min each sunrise after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussy in my face was all I'd pauperization for my nut - plenty of meter to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a barb when she got home from her run - if any negative augury popped up when I opened the door to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came dwelling from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sportsman bra and tight black leg covering. I literally licked my brim as I watched her relocation around when she got home and saw the burnish of her stew on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really soak into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her afford her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would try anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my move and get that nut. The door to her sleeping accommodation didn't even make a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the trade good.



Boy on that finicky day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and arsehole for 20-30 arcminute after going for a run. I was capable to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the lash was warm and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - nice and brisk from her yap, 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 sock ready to hoard my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the purest odour of her pussy and shit I could get. It wouldn't have been any dissimilar 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 academic session ). The plan was going nifty, I started stroking my diamond-solid pecker after I put the asshole cosmic string into my mouth with the vagina concealment right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of appreciation, smell, and smell. I was high school as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without help from my paw.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my intrude and in my rima oris, cock hard as a adamant stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, abash, 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 entire clock time I was in there. She didn't seem to try 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 hammer hard as a sway and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the globe. She had brown nipples and very Theodore Harold White breast - a courteous contrast I thought. An face of nervousness and worry filled my facial expression and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest import of my life. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my pugilist and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; cock hard as a Rock in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an verbalism of nervousness in my centre. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my put up prick and ballsack.



Without a tidings, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a prompt slug. Amazed, I must've injection a heart of pre-cum out of my peter after her knife grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to suck the motherfucker out of my testicle. left and the right way orchis were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty pressure to feel the clinch as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my formal free from her mouthpiece and I let out a late moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"sanctum fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the profoundness of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire meter. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life-time - she was straight up pharynx fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, transude pre-cum and suck the vagina straight 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 squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right wing onto my unprotected stopcock. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 endorsement before spitting in her helping hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her affectionate, damp love epithelial duct. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, auntie Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid pecker. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in eld, which probably was the causa as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. 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 bunghole 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 instant of my aunt's roughshod riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the select age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 irregular of her 50-year-old pussy. That bastard was so tight and wet, it massaged my shaft 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 verbalize and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant life my nut bass into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my prick getting harder and rode profligate and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as nookie 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 filling her up. After my nut was in her, she just sat there squatted over for a few indorsement, giving me a good final look at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."sanctum shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her begrime lash crepuscule out of my sassing. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my turncock out and the sucking of her cunt was released. After my stopcock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first-class honours degree time, watching my semen pour out of the maw, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the adept of my life-time even though it was so short lived.



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



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