For the past times 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the tube for my auntie Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age conflict, we have some pretty sound sex - nice sum of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her mess after so a great deal sex. Ellen is my Dad's untested sister, and boy she's a big boned, juicy woman… she's about 5 metrical foot 8, 170 punt, got a fat ass, huge titties with a thin gut. Her fat ass is the right, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a complete mozzarella bubble butt. I love zip more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that asshole - but this story will sharpen on our first clock time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire animation. She lived one state over from me, so when I was vernal, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a yr. My parents would put down me off and I'd stay with her and her married man for the weekend and spend time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the metre I was a teen. As the eld flew by, we remained very close up and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her family, and a whole calendar week during the summertime. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather taken with with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to idea of having sex with her every cockcrow and night and had snapped pictures of her behind on my somersault phone whenever I got the fortune.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her sign of the zodiac and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the firm for a while and I had the glorious estimate of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a make clean flip-flop. I was intrigued and hard as a rock and roll ; I had no approximation aunt Ellen only owned flip-flop - there wasn't a single couple of step-in in her draftsman, only thongs and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my straits, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that first one domicile 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 fragrance of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned following metre to take one from her muddy bond. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could do over but had to hold back for my parents to occupy 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 place for an alibi 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 sentence I checked. I was very let down.



The next day, she also went out of the theater and this time her soil underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the bond. My penis shot up to a rock music the second I saw that bootleg lash in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to get intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the puss and arsehole string, and giving it a trade good inspection. The purulent cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and shit 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 prick rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smelling. I inhaled the pussycat for and masturbated for 5 second straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the flip-flop to the vagina top, and started to lick every public square in of the croch division of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my animation.

After her croch odour pulled out my nut, I put the spittle dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and cocksucker smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Lapp stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her office. 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 Same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk domicile with me.



The next clock time I came over was for a workweek in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the home was totally void during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning workaday 2-mile jog before showering and going to cultivate at 8:00. That hebdomad at her household was a consummate musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the good morning as she's ready to leave and assure me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the first base tool drubbing of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the serious. Different one every day, Same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog lash were brawny, way more stinky and danker than the G-string 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 blow the fret and succus out of the parts of the flip-flop 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 hebdomad, I also took the impropriety to search her integral way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of early shoe, I found a minuscule black vibrator and a prospicient purple midst stopcock. The Negro one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really backbreaking 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 holes with her toys filled me with lecherousness. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toys that pleased her mess. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the lowly shameful one up her asshole on high quivering and ramming herself with the fatheaded huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her nigrify vibrator up my asshole on full-of-the-moon quivering mode while I inhaled her lash and shot 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 other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate family relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd semen over, I'd help myself to her kitty and shit musk from her ill-gotten hamper and take the occasional twain home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her flip-flop I can flake one fresh from her doggystyle snatch and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few minute on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited meter available to see her, we still stayed last and kept in trace through textbook substance and played Minecraft together. I still was down as sin to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were closer to me.



During the summertime of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to push back out to her house and spend a week there before the drop semester began. We ended up picking a workweek in the midriff of July as her company was closed that Fri. She used her fourth dimension off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could flow out with me all week. On that Monday dawn I learned that she continued to do her daybreak run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the subroutine after more than 2 eld. That thong was all mine the second she left for body of work. It was so nice getting another pair of super fresh step-in right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and motherfucker strand clean all day long before she got home. By the fourth dimension I was finished with it, the flip-flop 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 home agency into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her scanty for the rest of the week. After she went on her morn runs, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her purulent stink.



I had the extremely heedless idea of sneaking into her room once the shower started after her forenoon jog, using her lash to pound 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-time but has since played out to be one of the best conclusion 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 story in her sleeping room were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about rheumatic 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 transactions each break of the day after her run. I needed her musky lash so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - slew of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured screwing it and decided to pass on it a shot when she got home from her run - if any disconfirming signs popped up when I opened the door to her room, I'd just leave. for sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in effort. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight Joseph Black leg covering. I literally licked my lip as I watched her movement around when she got home and saw the rubric of her swither on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really hit it up into her flip-flop for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got undressed for her shower bath. I waited until I heard her open air her toilet door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less belike that she would hear anything outside the lav whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to stimulate my relocation and get that nut. The doorway to her bedchamber didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the way to her trammel to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the lash was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog twat and son of a bitch for 20-30 minute after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the shackle. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my hand when I grabbed it - overnice and fresh from her yap, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my short, and got my cum sock ready to collect my shipment after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That flip-flop was absolutely delicious - the purest perfume of her pussy and arsehole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knee 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 great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the asshole drawing string into my mouth with the vagina cover right under my olfactory organ for the tri-sensory experience of sense of taste, olfaction, and feel. I was high as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without aid from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my wind and in my mouth, cock hard as a rhombus stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest chap of my bureau, I hadn't been so nervous, abashed, and startled in my integral life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



auntie Ellen had the water running the integral clock 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 get word me because she was as blow out of the water as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the elbow room butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my shaft hard as a sway and her thong in my aspect. Her voluptuous white meat bounced as gravity pulled her back to the ground. She had brown nipples and very white tit - a nice contrast I thought. An formula of nervousness and vexation filled my look and neither of us could even talk a parole.



What occurred after this might've been the bully minute 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 boxers and trunks off until I was butt naked former than my air-sleeve ; cock hard as a sway in my deal, lash in my mouth, and an verbal expression of restiveness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, diffuse my legs widely and I could see her heart looking straight into my rear cock and ballsack.



Without a Book, she got right up onto my croch, took my bridge player off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a nimble lap. 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 sack before she proceeded to lactate the shit out of my ballock. left field and decent testis were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty atmospheric pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls unfreeze from her sass and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unhurt dick. I moaned"sanctum piece of ass Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and indorse up to her brim, lathering my dick with her lingua and making eye striking with me the integral time. I'd never had such salutary noggin at this gunpoint in my animation - she was straight up throat fucking my tool - and I couldn't do anything but moan, exudate pre-cum and suck the vagina heterosexual from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 moment of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my hammer, 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 rightfield onto my unprotected shaft. She grabbed it and fray my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her paw, lubing up the peter, and slipping it into her tender, damp love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to townspeople on my solid tool. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 days and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasance of riding my rooster, feeling the pre-cum slime into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute Shangri-la, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my peter, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the succus out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 bit of my aunt's roughshod horseback riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the select age for sex, I couldn't handle Sir Thomas More than 90 indorsement of her 50-year-old pussy. That horseshit was so close and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my turncock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the inaugural to speak and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to works my nut mystifying into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my hammer getting harder and drive debauched 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 filling her up. After my nut was in her, she just sat there squatted over for a few indorsement, giving me a good final examination feel at her shit and my cock filling her pussy up."holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her bemire thong fall out of my back talk. *Pllluuurrppp* was the speech sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my putz was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the start time, watching my semen pour out of the fix, making a massive puddle on my tummy. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my sprightliness even though it was so light lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my Boxer to pass over the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the lavish she originally intended to look at. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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