For the past 5 twelvemonth, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age conflict, we have some pretty good sex - nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my turncock is comfortable with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, full-bosomed woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 quid, got a fat ass, immense titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a everlasting mozzarella burble butt. I love nothing Thomas More than laying her on her tum, spreading that butt and eating that motherfucker - but this story will center on our first time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my integral living. She lived one state of matter over from me, so when I was young, I used to expend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would dribble me off and I'd stop with her and her husband for the weekend and spend metre with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the clip I was a teenager. As the twelvemonth flew by, we remained very close and I still would make out up and drop a few weekends at her business firm, and a whole calendar week during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and nighttime and had snapped photo of her target on my flip phone 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 menage for a spell and I had the smart as a whip idea of exploring her room when she went out the foodstuff memory board. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no estimate Aunt Ellen only owned G-string - there wasn't a single pair of panties in her drawer, only flip-flop and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got raw 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 shit on it - I planned next clock time to rent one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the next time for calendar week, I always asked her if I could come over but had to look for my parents to take 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 restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty trammel, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very thwarted.



The next day, she also went out of the menage and this meter her dirty underclothing and denim from yesterday were in the shackle. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that mordant lash in there. I took it out of her jean, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become soak by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and asshole chain, and giving it a secure inspection. The pussy cover 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 past tense where her arse rested the totality of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 moment straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina masking, and started to lick every square column inch of the croch function of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After her croch odor pulled out my nut, I put the spittle dampened G-string back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a rain shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her puss and whoreson smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was nursing home in her office. This clip 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 same affair. This prison term, I threw the thong into my bag to take up 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 abandon during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning quotidian 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's quick to give and tells me arrivederci. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then drumhead right to her room for the initiative cock whacking of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the best. Different one every day, Sami beat foetor of sweaty vagina and bunghole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more malodourous and danker than the G-string she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog flip-flop were still wet by the prison term I got to them ; I was able-bodied to literally suck the effort and juice out of the parts of the thong 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 week, I also took the liberty to explore her full room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under box of other brake shoe, I found a small black vibrator and a foresighted purple thick cock. The melanize one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really hard and libertine, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 in long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her miniature filled me with lustfulness. I wished it could be my tool instead of the toys that pleased her hole. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the low black one up her asshole on mellow trembling and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a neat man, I stuck her dark vibrator up my asshole on full vibration mode while I inhaled her thong and injection a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the mansion - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual kinship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her muddied hamper and need the occasional pair home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at household. It seems like life-time ago stealing her pantie from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her flip-flop I can unclothe one fresh from her doggystyle puss 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 night and only spent a few hour on a sojourn if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited sentence usable to see her, we still stayed closemouthed and kept in touch through text content and played Minecraft together. I still was down as hell on earth to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were faithful to me.



During the summer of my third-year year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and spend a week there before the drop 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 hang out with me all week. On that Monday break of the day I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the business office, she hadn't broken the bit after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for piece of work. It was so nice getting another duad of top-notch fresh step-in right off her fret drenched croch - emptied my dismissal and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean 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 hamper.



Since she was off from work for the rest of the week, and because she moved her home function into her bedchamber, I couldn't get any of her panties for the rest of the workweek. After she went on her morning footrace, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean Sir Thomas More of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever understanding, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy fetor.



I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her room once the cascade started after her dawning 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 worst conclusion of my biography but has since played out to be one of the scoop decisiveness I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My design was reckless, but it was going to forge out fine… the storey in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no need to occupy about flea-bitten 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 bit each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussycat in my human face was all I'd need for my nut - quite a little of fourth dimension to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a guessing when she got home from her run - if any negative foretoken popped up when I opened the doorway to her room, I'd just leave. sure enough enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in travail. She took off her tee shirt and was in a athletics bra and stringent black leging. I literally licked my mouth as I watched her move around when she got home and saw the rubric of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really hock into her thong for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her rain shower. I waited until I heard her open her lavatory door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less in all likelihood that she would take heed anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was fourth dimension to get to my motion and get that nut. The threshold to her bedroom didn't even hold a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my sock on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goodness.



Boy on that specific day the thong was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog kitty-cat and asshole for 20-30 hour after going for a run. I was able to smell out the musk by simply standing side by side to the shackle. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my helping hand when I grabbed it - nice and sweet from her cakehole, just how I liked my musky snuff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum air-sleeve cook to pile up my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That flip-flop was absolutely scrumptious - the purest scent of her pussy and son of a bitch I could get. It wouldn't have been any unlike from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass richly up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the root ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex Roger Sessions ). The plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the mother fucker string into my mouth with the vagina cover charge right under my olfactory organ for the tri-sensory experience of taste perception, sense of smell, and feel. I was high gear as nooky from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such faithful law of proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouthpiece, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the john room access shoots open. My spunk sank into the deepest cleft of my chest, I hadn't been so skittish, chagrined, and startled in my entire liveliness. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this detail.



Aunt Ellen had the H2O running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the entire clip I was in there. She didn't seem to discover me because she was as scandalise 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 rooster hard as a rock 'n' roll and her lash in my face. Her buxom titty bounced as gravity pulled her back to the worldly concern. She had brown nipples and very livid knocker - a courteous contrast I thought. An expression of nerves and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest consequence of my biography. Rather 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 packer and underdrawers off until I was butt naked early than my socks ; cock hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my back talk, and an expression of jitteriness in my oculus. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, facing pages my branch astray and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect cock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the basis and gave it a salutary squeeze play before quickly and delicately giving the tip a agile lap. Amazed, I must've pellet a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her glossa grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sackful before she proceeded to suck the bastard out of my balls. leftfield and right egg were sucked into her sass one after another with just sufficiency insistence to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and I let out a deeply moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"sanctum fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my rooster to the depth of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her lingua and making eye contact lens with me the integral sentence. I'd never had such good attic at this point in my spirit - she was straight up throat 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 cock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her stifle, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that sick white-hot ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 endorsement before spitting in her hired man, lubing up the shaft, and slipping it into her affectionate, moist love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole inscrutable squat onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in year, 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 much as I did. She was practically screaming from the joy of riding my peter, 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 bounce up and down on my dick, 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 manage it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunty's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the efflorescence age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old puss. That SOB was so besotted 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 Son up to this power point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to speak 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 harder and rode faster 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 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 goodness concluding look at her asshole and my turncock filling her snatch up."holy place shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty lash fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the phone that was emitted when she pulled my tool out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my shaft was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the maiden time, watching my seed pour out of the jam, making a monumental puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so unawares lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to take on. Our family relationship was never the Lapplander after those 10-minutes.



melodic phrase in for part 2 soon ! ! !