For the past tense 5 years, 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 deviation, we have some pretty good sex - nice amount of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her holes after so a great deal sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger baby, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge boob with a slim 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 mozzarella bubble butt. I love zip more than laying her on her breadbasket, spreading that hind end and eating that asshole - but this taradiddle will focus on our first clip having sex and the operation leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was untested, I used to spend some weekends at her theatre, maybe 5 or 6 clip a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stop with her and her hubby for the weekend and spend time with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a stripling. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would arrive up and pass a few weekends at her mansion, and a hale calendar week during the summertime. 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 thoughts of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip telephone whenever I got the fortune.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the brilliant approximation of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a unclouded lash. I was intrigued and hard as a rock ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a single twosome of panties in her drawer, only thongs 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 base one home and used it as a cum rag for the calendar 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 next meter to conduct one from her contaminating hamper. I was excited about the following time for calendar week, I always asked her if I could fall over but had to hold back for my parents to deal me up since I didn't have a car. for certain enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some kind of nutrient from a eatery for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her dirty trammel, but it was empty the first sentence I checked. I was very disappointed.



The side by side day, she also went out of the star sign and this time her ill-gotten underwear and jean from yesterday were in the bond. My phallus shot up to a rock the second I saw that black lash in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was set up to suit uplift by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that lash, spreading it to the pussycat and asshole string, and giving it a safe inspection. The pussycat cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her kitty-cat and asshole all day. I spread it widely 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 premature day. My god I was drunkard from the smell. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 instant straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum air-sleeve ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to lick every square inch of the croch contribution of her thong before experiencing one of the smashing orgasms of my life story.

After her croch fragrance pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the trammel, brushed my teeth, took a cascade, and spent the relaxation of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and cocksucker smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her spot. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the shower bath where I did the Lapp matter. This time, I threw the G-string into my bag to take her musk home plate with me.



The succeeding time I came over was for a hebdomad in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the sign was totally vacuous during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early dawn routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to forge at 8:00. That week at her sign was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the first light as she's ready to leave and tells me bye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the low cock licking of the day.

Her post jog G-string were the in effect. Different one every day, Same amazing reek of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog flip-flop were sinewy, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the prison term I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the function of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunty Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summertime workweek, I also took the liberty to search her entire way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her W.C. in a shoebox, under boxful of other skid, I found a small pitch-dark vibrator and a long purple thick cock. The ignominious one was probably 4-5 column inch but vibrated really backbreaking and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The thought of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lustfulness. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the sentiment of her sticking the small lightlessness one up her asshole on high vibration and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a flat man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on full shaking musical mode while I inhaled her thong 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 early.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate human relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd ejaculate over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the periodic pair rest 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 G-string I can unclothe one fresh from her doggystyle pussycat and bastard before smelling and tasting them as I stick my shaft into her.



Once college started, I started seeing auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending dark and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and spirit was just moving on. Even though I only had limited metre available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as Hades to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my third-year class of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and drop a workweek there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a calendar week in the middle of July as her troupe was closed that Friday. She used her clock time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Mon morning I learned that she continued to do her morning run before going into the business office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of super freshly step-in right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my pouch and sucked the pussy and cocksucker drawing 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 bond.



Since she was off from work for the balance of the calendar week, and because she moved her home office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her pantie for the rest of the week. After she went on her dawning running play, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an chance 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 snatch malodour.



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



My plan was foolhardy, but it was going to bring out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, no pauperism to worry about decrepit floor 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 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 hour with her cunt in my font was all I'd want for my nut - pot of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured shag it and decided to give it a injection 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 plate from her run drenched in lather. She took off her jersey and was in a mutation bra and cockeyed black leg covering. I literally licked my sass as I watched her move around when she got plate and saw the gloss of her stew on her pelt. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sudor on her croch to really fleece into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got unappareled for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her can threshold and was thrilled to get wind it close behind her. Less likely that she would get wind anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 min passed, I decided it was time to ready my motion and get that nut. The door to her chamber didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my wind sleeve on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that fussy day the thong was the dank musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to reek the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could find the thong was warm and wet in my handwriting when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky snuff plaything. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my boxers, and got my cum sock ready to hoard my burden after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That G-string was absolutely yummy - the utter olfactory property of her pussy and mother fucker 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 root ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex Roger Huntington Sessions ). The plan was going cracking, I started stroking my diamond-solid shaft after I put the shit train into my mouth with the vagina covering right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of discernment, smell, and flavor. I was high-pitched as ass from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assist from my helping hand.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my back talk, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the john door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest chap of my chest, I hadn't been so spooky, blockade, 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 clock time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the john the entire sentence I was in there. She didn't seem to get word me because she was as ball over 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 peter hard as a rock 'n' roll and her thong in my human face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravitational attraction pulled her back to the land. She had brown mamilla and very white breast - a prissy contrast I thought. An aspect of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even verbalize a password.



What occurred after this might've been the corking second of my spirit. quite 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 shorts off until I was butt naked former than my air sock ; cock hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my oral fissure, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, banquet my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect pecker and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my turncock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeezing before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot a heart of pre-cum out of my cock after her lingua grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to draw the whoreson out of my nut. Left and rectify testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just plenty pressure to palpate the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my globe free from her rima oris and I let out a cryptical moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy fucking Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the astuteness of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her natural language and making eye touch with me the entire clip. I'd never had such unspoiled dome at this percentage point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my shaft - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight person from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life-time from my hammer, she stopped without saying a password, got to her knees, turned around, got into a team, stuck her border way out and lowered that pale white ass right hand onto my unprotected prick. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her thorny vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her manus, lubing up the peter, and slipping it into her quick, moist love canal. I had a perfect sentiment of her fat ass and brown bootyhole cryptical 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 twelvemonth, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 old age 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 out-and-out promised land, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly spring up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole 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 minute of my aunt's savage horseback riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle More than 90 mo of her 50-year-old kitty-cat. That shit was so squiffy and wet, it massaged my pecker so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my stopcock 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 utter and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant life my nut cryptic into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could find 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 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 indorsement, giving me a good final facial expression at her arsehole and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her soil G-string fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock 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 metre, watching my seminal fluid pour out of the pickle, making a massive pool on my stomach. That was a monumental nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so little lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my pugilist to wipe the pond of cum from my belly, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.



melody in for part 2 soon ! ! !