For the past 5 twelvemonth, I've been consistently laying down the tobacco pipe for my auntie 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 kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfy with her hollow after so often sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger Sister, and boy she's a big boned, red-hot woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, Brobdingnagian titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some thin sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble cigaret. I love zip More than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that motherfucker - but this story will concentre on our number 1 prison term having sex and the cognitive operation leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life-time. She lived one Department of State over from me, so when I was vernal, I used to expend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 sentence a class. My parents would neglect me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and pass time with them in the wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the time I was a stripling. As the years flew by, we remained very last and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her star sign, and a whole week during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to aunty Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thought of having sex with her every morning and nighttime and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her planetary house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the sign of the zodiac for a while and I had the vivid idea of exploring her elbow room when she went out the market store. Lacking creativity, I went into her draftsman and took out a clean thong. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no estimate Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a single pair of pantie in her drawer, only G-string and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my headland, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower and I took that start one home 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 scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned future fourth dimension to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the adjacent clip for weeks, I always asked her if I could get over but had to wait for my parents to take 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 pick up some form of food from a restaurant for an self-justification to go through her way. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the inaugural clip I checked. I was very disappointed.



The following day, she also went out of the house and this clock time her pestiferous underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a rock the second I saw that lightlessness thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pant, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become lift up by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty-cat and asshole chain, and giving it a good 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 shit rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 minute straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina covert, and started to work every square inch of the croch part of her lash before experiencing one of the enceinte orgasms of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened flip-flop back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a shower, and spent the repose of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and son of a bitch smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her role. This prison term I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new G-string, and brought it into the shower where I did the Sami thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take 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 theatre was totally vacate during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early cockcrow routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to influence at 8:00. That hebdomad at her theatre was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's make to leave and secernate me bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right hand to her room for the inaugural hammer beating of the day.

Her post jog thongs were the considerably. Different one every day, same vex fetor of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog lash were sinewy, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her cakehole all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the clip I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the exertion and succus out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that workweek I knew exactly what aunty Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer week, I also took the liberty to explore her intact way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of early brake shoe, I found a humble pitch blackness vibrator and a longsighted purpleness thick dick. The ignominious one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really hard and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The thought of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toy filled me with lecherousness. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy dog that pleased her gob. I constantly jerked off to the mentation of her sticking the small black one up her SOB on high up vibration and ramming herself with the thick-skulled vast purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on full vibration mood while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I've been doing this any fortune I've had since then when she's out of the house - even after we started fucking each early.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunty Ellen - whenever I'd ejaculate over, I'd help myself to her slit and arse musk from her dirty trammel and take the occasional distich abode with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at dwelling. It seems like life ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, present, if I want her thong I can unclothe 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 auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending night and only spent a few hour on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and liveliness was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text subject matter and played Minecraft together. I still was down as nether region to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were confining to me.



During the summer of my Jr yr of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her business firm and pass a week there before the nightfall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her companionship was closed that Fri. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all calendar week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the function after More than 2 long time. That thong was all mine the arcsecond she left for work. It was so prissy getting another pair of A-one fresh panties right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean house 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 ease of the workweek, and because she moved her home bureau into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her step-in for the rest of the calendar week. After she went on her morning campaign, she took a exhibitioner in the lav connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck up clean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever intellect, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy fetor.



I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her room once the rain shower started after her break of the day jog, using her flip-flop to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a speech sound. Let's just say that could've been the pip decision of my life 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 work out fine… the level in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no need to concern about flea-bitten floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her exhibitor started and I knew that she normally had her cascade on for about 10 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 minute of arc with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - passel of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to render it a stab when she got home from her run - if any damaging signaling popped up when I opened the room access to her way, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her jersey and was in a sports bra and rigorous black leg covering. I literally licked my mouth as I watched her move around when she got dwelling house and saw the colour of her sweat 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 undress for her shower. I waited until I heard her loose her bathroom door and was thrilled to take heed it close behind her. Less in all likelihood that she would learn anything outside the lavatory whatsoever. After about 2 moment passed, I decided it was metre to do my move and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even stimulate a peep as I opened it to slue in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her shackle to get the commodity.



Boy on that item day the thong was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog slit and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing side by side to the hamper. I could feel the thong was strong and wet in my deal when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her trap, just how I liked my musky sniff toy. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid turncock from my shortstop, and got my cum drogue set up to collect my incumbrance after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely scrumptious - the unadulterated aroma of her pussy and prick I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass heights up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the rootage ( 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 prick string into my lip with the vagina covering fire right wing under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of sense of taste, smell, and flavor. I was high as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 column inch stand straight up without assistance from my script.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my back talk, cock hard as a baseball field pit - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom doorway shoots open. My heart sank into the inscrutable scissure of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, humiliated, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this full stop.



Aunt Ellen had the water running the total time, but she hadn't entered the exhibitor yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the intact time I was in there. She didn't seem to hear 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 Rock and her thong in my typeface. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown teat and very white titties - a overnice direct contrast I thought. An aspect of nervousness and worry filled my fount and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest 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 shorts and shorts off until I was butt naked former than my sock ; cock hard as a rock-and-roll in my bridge player, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nerves in my oculus. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, disperse my legs across-the-board and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect cock and ballsack.



Without a Logos, she got right up onto my croch, took my mitt off of my dick, 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 shot a ticker of pre-cum out of my hammer after her glossa grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to take in the asshole out of my testicle. Left and aright testicle were sucked into her oral fissure one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze play as her clapper lathered them up.



At that, she let my chunk free from her oral fissure and I let out a recondite groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my hale dick. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my rooster with her tongue and making eye striking with me the entire time. I'd never had such good domed stadium at this point in my life - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze 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 intelligence, got to her knees, turned around, got into a police squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her splenetic vagina for 10 minute before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect sight of her fat ass and brown bootyhole mysterious squatting 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 years, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 days and hadn't really had many human relationship with then - she probably wanted this as a great deal as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my rooster, feeling the pre-cum seepage into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in rank nirvana, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her motherfucker in the air for me to watch while I sucked the succus out of her G-string - I couldn't plow it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 minute of my aunt's vicious riding, my putz couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 secondment of her 50-year-old kitty. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my gumshoe so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my prick like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word up to this breaker point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first base to speak 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 experience my tool getting harder and depend on dissipated and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as piece of ass and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my cum straight into my aunt's love canal. 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 moment, giving me a good final look at her asshole and my dick filling her cunt up."holy bull, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty G-string dip out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the strait that was emitted when she pulled my peter out and the suction of her slit was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first fourth dimension, watching my ejaculate pour out of the gob, making a monumental puddle on my tum. That was a massive nut, and probably the good of my spirit even though it was so inadequate lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the puddle of cum from my breadbasket, and proceeded to bring the shower she originally intended to require. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



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