For the past 5 long time, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my auntie Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty serious sex - nice amount of twirl to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my dick is well-to-do with her kettle of fish after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's jr. babe, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 base 8, 170 dog pound, got a fat ass, huge titties with a flimsy gut. Her fat ass is the intimately, it aged well as she's got some little sag to it, but it sags into a unadulterated mozzarella bubble tail. I love aught more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and eating that asshole - but this chronicle will concentrate on our first metre having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my total life. She lived one State Department over from me, so when I was young, 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 expend 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 yr flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her house, and a all calendar week during the summer. Since my teenage old age, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her planetary house, I'd masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and Night and had snapped pictures of her can 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 house for a patch and I had the brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery fund. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a sportsmanlike G-string. I was intrigued and heavily as a rock ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned G-string - there wasn't a single twosome of step-in in her drawer, only flip-flop and thong. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got nude and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a cascade and I took that kickoff one habitation and used it as a cum rag for the week until I next visited her.



I loved having her lash around, but I always wished it had the perfume of her vagina and prick on it - I planned next time to take one from her dirty trammel. I was excited about the next time for workweek, I always asked her if I could come up over but had to look for my parents to subscribe to 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 grime hamper, but it was empty the first clip I checked. I was very disappoint.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this time her soil underwear and blue jean from yesterday were in the hamper. My phallus shot up to a rock the instant I saw that blackness thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my drawers, and laid down on her bed - I was set to become soak by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty and asshole string, and giving it a good review. The puss top was slightly solidified from being plastered to her kitty and asshole all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina covering fire all the way down past where her whoreson rested the entirety of the premature day. My god I was drunk from the spirit. I inhaled the kitty-cat for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum drogue ready, spread the thong to the vagina concealment, and started to thrash every lame inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the bully orgasms of my lifetime.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the trammel, brushed my teeth, took a cascade, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her cunt and motherfucker smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Lapp stunt the side by side day, except I did it while she was home in her situation. This fourth dimension 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 same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk house with me.



The next fourth dimension I came over was for a calendar week in the summertime, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the mansion was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new ahead of time morning bit 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That hebdomad at her house was a sodding musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morn as she's ready to leave and distinguish me good day. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the first cock whipping of the day.

Her billet jog lash were the serious. Different one every day, Saami puzzle stink of sweaty vagina and arsehole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more shitty and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her hole all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the sentence I got to them ; I was able-bodied to literally imbibe the sweat and juices out of the persona 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 workweek, I also took the liberty to explore her full elbow room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her W.C. in a shoebox, under loge of early shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a tenacious purple midst cock. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really gruelling and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 column inch long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toy filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the miniature that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the pocket-sized dim one up her asshole on gamy shaking and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her dim vibrator up my cocksucker on full shaking mood 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 other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd seed over, I'd help myself to her cunt and asshole musk from her foul shackle and have the occasional duo home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home plate. It seems like lifetimes ago stealing her pantie from her bond to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can unclothe one fresh from her doggystyle twat 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 Nox and only spent a few hours 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 time available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through school text messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as Hell to dick her down but was distracted by early opportunity for sex that were tight to me.



During the summer of my junior yr of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her family and spend a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Fri. She used her clip off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could string up out with me all week. On that Mon aurora I learned that she continued to do her dawning run before going into the billet, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 class. That lash was all mine the mo she left for work. It was so nice getting another twain of extremely novel step-in right off her sudor drenched croch - emptied my sacque and sucked the pussy and bunghole 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 residue of the workweek, and because she moved her family place into her sleeping room, I couldn't get any of her panties for the residue of the week. After she went on her morning trial, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck plum more of her shitty undies. By Fri, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussycat mephitis.



I had the extremely reckless estimation of sneaking into her room once the exhibitioner started after her cockcrow jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a audio. Let's just say that could've been the high-risk 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 base in her bedroom were newly redone roofing tile, no want to worry about creaky floor as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her exhibitioner started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 bit each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her twat in my face was all I'd want for my nut - plenty of fourth dimension to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured ass it and decided to give it a snap when she got home from her run - if any negative signs popped up when I opened the door to her way, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came dwelling house from her run drenched in fret. She took off her jersey and was in a sports bra and sozzled black legging. I literally licked my sass as I watched her move around when she got household and saw the gloss of her sweat on her tegument. 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 good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got undressed for her exhibitioner. I waited until I heard her open her lavatory doorway and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the bath whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my move and get that nut. The doorway to her sleeping accommodation didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my windsock on, so I slipped across the room to her trammel to get the trade good.



Boy on that particular day the thong was the clammy musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog slit and arse for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the shackle. I could sense the thong was warm and wet in my hired hand when I grabbed it - Nice 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 shorts, and got my cum sock ready to garner my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That flip-flop was absolutely scrumptious - the stark scent of her slit and shit I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass high-pitched 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 sessions ). The plan was going with child, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the asshole string into my mouth with the vagina back right under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and feel. I was high as fuck from her musk and the view of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without assistance from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my olfactory organ and in my lip, cock hard as a diamond stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the toilet door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crack of my chest, I hadn't been so nervous, embarrassed, and startled in my integral life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunty Ellen had the water running the entire time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the integral metre I was in there. She didn't seem to try 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 turncock hard as a rock music and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous chest bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown mamilla and very bloodless breast - a decent contrast I thought. An verbalism of jumpiness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a Good Book.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest minute of my life story. instead than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked optic with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my shorts and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; swagger hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my lip, and an expression of restiveness in my heart. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread head my peg all-embracing and I could see her heart looking straight into my set up cock 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 goodness squeezing before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've shot 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 take up the shit out of my nut. Left and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just adequate pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my formal devoid from her oral fissure and I let out a trench moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unharmed gumshoe. I moaned"holy fuck Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my pecker to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my dick with her tongue and making eye contact with me the intact meter. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life-time - she was straight up throat fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but groan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minute of arc of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my turncock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her articulatio genus, turned around, got into a team, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected peter. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 irregular before spitting in her deal, lubing up the tool, and slipping it into her warmly, dampish love channel. I had a perfect horizon of her fat ass and brown bootyhole recondite squatting onto my putz.



Once the tip was in, auntie Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid tool. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in days, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 geezerhood and hadn't really had many human relationship with then - she probably wanted this as much as I did. She was practically screaming from the delight of riding my peter, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in right-down paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly recoil up and down on my dick, moaning in sheer pleasance, waving her mother fucker in the air for me to take in while I sucked the juices out of her thong - I couldn't care it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle more than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my gumshoe so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suck cup. We hadn't said a word up to this degree, 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 intemperate 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 seconds, giving me a good terminal feeling at her arsehole and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty thong fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the strait that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction 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 stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my spirit even though it was so short lived.



Without saying a password, she smiled at me, used my shorts to wipe the pond of cum from my breadbasket, and proceeded to take the shower bath she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the Saame after those 10-minutes.



melody in for part 2 soon ! ! !