For the past tense 5 years, I've been consistently laying down the piping 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 amount of twirl to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfy with her fix after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's new sister, and boy she's a big boned, sonsy woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 Egyptian pound, got a fat ass, Brobdingnagian boob with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the considerably, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble butt. I love nothing more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and feeding that prick - 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 lifespan. She lived one land over from me, so when I was new, 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 drop clock time with them in the Ellen Price Wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the meter I was a teen. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would get up and spend a few weekends at her home, and a whole workweek during the summertime. Since my teenage days, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her home, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and nighttime and had snapped delineation of her nates on my pass phone whenever I got the luck.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her theater and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a patch and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store computer storage. Lacking creative thinking, I went into her draftsman and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and hard as a sway ; I had no estimate Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a bingle twosome of panty in her drawer, only thongs and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my point, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a cascade and I took that first one place and used it as a cum rag for the workweek until I next visited her.



I loved having her thong around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and son of a bitch on it - I planned next fourth dimension to take one from her begrime bond. I was excited about the next fourth dimension for workweek, I always asked her if I could come over but had to hold back for my parents to contract me up since I didn't have a car. sure as shooting enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could blame up some sort of food from a eatery for an self-justification 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 fourth dimension I checked. I was very let down.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this prison term her marked-up underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a tilt the 2d I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jean, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become inebriated by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussycat and asshole drawstring, and giving it a salutary inspection. The twat cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and bunghole all day. I spread it all-encompassing and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her asshole rested the entireness of the former day. My god I was drunk from the aroma. 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 sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina natural covering, and started to work out every square in of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After her croch fragrance pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened G-string back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home base in her billet. This clock time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new G-string, and brought it into the exhibitioner where I did the Saami thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home plate with me.



The following time I came over was for a hebdomad in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the mansion was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early on daybreak subprogram 2-mile jog before showering and going to form at 8:00. That week at her firm was a complete musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to leave and tells me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right field to her room for the get-go cock beating of the day.

Her mail service jog thongs were the sound. Different one every day, same baffle fetor of sweaty vagina and mother fucker. Boy, those post-jog thongs were mightily, way more lousy and danker than the G-string she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thong were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the fret and juice out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that calendar week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summertime workweek, I also took the impropriety to explore her entire way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxwood of other brake shoe, I found a small pitch blackness vibrator and a long purpleness midst cock. The shameful one was probably 4-5 in but vibrated really knockout and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The sentiment of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her pickle with her toy dog filled me with luxuria. I wished it could be my pecker instead of the miniature that pleased her muddle. I constantly jerked off to the persuasion of her sticking the pocket-sized black one up her asshole on high quiver and ramming herself with the wooden-headed immense purple one. Even though I'm a unbowed man, I stuck her black vibrator up my son of a bitch on good vibration fashion while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I've been doing this any luck I've had since then when she's out of the firm - even after we started fucking each early.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd semen over, I'd help myself to her snatch and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional pair dwelling with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her panty from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her lash I can undress one fresh from her doggystyle slit and mother fucker before smelling and tasting them as I stick my peter 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 womanhood my age, and sprightliness was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed ending 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 opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my junior class of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to repulse out to her planetary house and spend a workweek there before the downslope semester began. We ended up picking a hebdomad in the midriff of July as her companionship was closed that Fri. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could give ear out with me all workweek. On that Monday dayspring I learned that she continued to do her sunup run before going into the post, she hadn't broken the routine after More than 2 year. That thong was all mine the s she left for oeuvre. It was so nice getting another pair of exceedingly fresh panties right off her lather drenched croch - emptied my carrier bag and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean-living all day long before she got home. By the 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 shackle.



Since she was off from oeuvre for the relaxation of the week, and because she moved her home plate office into her bedchamber, I couldn't get any of her scanty for the rest of the week. After she went on her morning run, she took a shower in the toilet connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean more of her stinky undies. By Fri, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her kitty stink.



I had the extremely reckless melodic theme of sneaking into her way once the exhibitioner started after her morning jog, using her thong to thrum out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a speech sound. Let's just say that could've been the speculative decisiveness of my lifespan but has since played out to be one of the advantageously decision I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My design was heedless, but it was going to run out fine… the storey in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no need to worry about rheumatoid base 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 cockcrow after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussycat in my facial expression was all I'd pauperization for my nut - plentitude of sentence 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 door to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came place from her run drenched in sudor. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and sloshed black leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the glossary of her stew on her pelt. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really fleece into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her elbow room and got disrobe for her cascade. I waited until I heard her clear her john doorway and was thrilled to learn 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 get to my move and get that nut. The door to her bedchamber didn't even take a leak a cheep as I opened it to slue in. I had my wind cone on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the trade good.



Boy on that particular day the G-string was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and SOB for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was capable to reek the musk by simply standing adjacent to the hamper. I could feel the thong was strong and wet in my manus when I grabbed it - Nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my trunks, and got my cum wind sleeve cook to pile up my load after her flip-flop pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely pleasant-tasting - the virgin scent of her pussy and asshole 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 generator ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sitting ). The programme was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the asshole string into my mouth with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and flavour. I was high as nookie from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such finish 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 mouth, cock hard as a infield stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the can door shoots open. My center sank into the bass crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so queasy, stymie, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunty Ellen had the water running the entire prison term, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bath the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to take heed me because she was as scandalize 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 soberness pulled her back to the terra firma. She had brown nipple and very white titties - a nice contrast I thought. An expression of jitteriness and vexation filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the slap-up consequence of my life. quite than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked center with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and boxershorts off until I was butt naked other than my wind sleeve ; cock hard as a rock'n'roll in my handwriting, flip-flop in my mouth, and an face of nerves in my eye. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my rear tool 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 good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've stroke a pump 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 suck the tinker's damn out of my clump. left and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just adequate pressure to experience the credit crunch as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her sass and I let out a mystifying groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole shaft. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my peter to the depth of her pharynx and game up to her lips, lathering my pecker with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire clock time. I'd never had such good covered stadium at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my rooster - and I couldn't do anything but groan, oozing pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky lash.



After about 2-3 hour of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my cock, she stopped without saying a Word of God, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her march way out and lowered that wan egg white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and itch my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 indorsement before spitting in her paw, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a sodding view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole late squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my self-colored stopcock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the slip 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 guck into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in downright promised land, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my putz, moaning in sheer pleasance, waving her asshole in the air for me to ascertain while I sucked the succus out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunty's savage riding, my peter couldn't take it anymore. Even in the select age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That dump was so closely and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a news up to this decimal point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the low gear to address 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 finger my prick getting harder and rode faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as shag and moaning as I shot pump after pump 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 endorsement, giving me a good concluding spirit at her dickhead and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her begrime lash fall out of my sass. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my hammer out and the sucking of her pussy 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 hole, making a massive puddle on my tummy. That was a monolithic nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a password, she smiled at me, used my boxers to pass over the pool 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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