For the past 5 year, 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 difference, we have some pretty proficient sex - overnice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my turncock is comfortable with her fix after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, vast titties with a little gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some flimsy sag to it, but it sags into a thoroughgoing mozzarella ripple nates. I love zippo more than laying her on her venter, spreading that butt and eating that motherfucker - but this floor will focus on our first prison term having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my stallion living. She lived one state over from me, so when I was young, I used to pass some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 multiplication a twelvemonth. My parents would dribble me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend fourth dimension with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her married man and lived alone by the metre I was a teenager. As the years flew by, we remained very finis and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her family, and a entirely 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 dark and had snapped pictures of her butt on my somersault phone whenever I got the chance.



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 idea of exploring her elbow room when she went out the food market storage. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a fairly flip-flop. I was intrigued and intemperately as a rock ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned flip-flop - there wasn't a unmarried dyad of pantie in her draftsman, only thong and g-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower bath and I took that maiden one home plate and used it as a cum rag for the workweek until I next visited her.



I loved having her G-string around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and SOB on it - I planned adjacent time to contain one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the succeeding fourth dimension for weeks, I always asked her if I could come over but had to await 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 variety of food for thought from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her way. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her way and checked her ill-gotten hamper, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very disappointed.



The following day, she also went out of the sign and this time her ill-gotten underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the endorsement I saw that black flip-flop in there. I took it out of her denim, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was make to suit drunk by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussycat and bunghole drawing string, and giving it a respectable inspection. The puss book binding was slightly solidified from being plastered to her slit and son of a bitch all day. I spread it widely and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina masking all the way down past tense where her arsehole rested the totality of the former day. My god I was drunkard from the tone. 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 sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina cover, and started to work every square inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the enceinte coming of my life history.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened flip-flop back in the hamper, brushed my tooth, took a shower bath, and spent the ease of the day with auntie Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and arsehole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was dwelling house in her authority. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the exhibitioner where I did the same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk domicile with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summertime, and aunty Ellen was still working, so the household was totally vacate during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new ahead of time morning subprogram 2-mile jog before showering and going to work at 8:00. That week at her house was a utter musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to go forth and narrate me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head right field to her room for the beginning cock lacing of the day.

Her situation jog flip-flop were the best. Different one every day, Lapplander amazing foetor of sweaty vagina and bastard. Boy, those post-jog thongs were right, way more crappy and danker than the lash she had plastered to her gob all day. Her post-jog lash were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was able to literally breastfeed the elbow grease and juice out of the office of the G-string 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 entire elbow room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her water closet in a shoebox, under boxwood of early shoes, I found a small ignominious vibrator and a retentive purpleness midst cock. The dim one was probably 4-5 in but vibrated really hard and fasting, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my rooster instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small inkiness one up her bunghole on high shakiness and ramming herself with the thick immense purple one. Even though I'm a directly man, I stuck her black vibrator up my SOB on full vibration mode while I inhaled her lash and nip a nut. I've been doing this any fortune I've had since then when she's out of the theater - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with auntie Ellen - whenever I'd cum over, I'd service myself to her pussy and SOB musk from her unclean hamper and take away the periodic pair abode with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life-time ago stealing her scanty from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my peter into her.



Once college started, I started seeing auntie Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hr on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with char my age, and life story was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time useable to see her, we still stayed airless 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 other chance for sex that were tight to me.



During the summertime of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her planetary house and pass a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midsection of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her metre 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 office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than than 2 years. That thong was all mine the instant she left for work. It was so dainty getting another couple of super impudent scanty right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my discharge and sucked the pussycat and bunghole cosmic string houseclean 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 relief of the week, and because she moved her home office into her chamber, I couldn't get any of her step-in for the respite of the week. After she went on her morning streamlet, she took a rain shower in the bathroom connected to her elbow room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean to a greater extent of her lousy undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy fetor.



I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her way once the shower started after her daybreak 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 rack up decision of my life but has since played out to be one of the best decision I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My plan was heedless, but it was going to work out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no need to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower bath on for about 10 minutes each break of the day after her run. I needed her musky G-string so bad that I knew 2-3 hour with her pussy in my look was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of time 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. indisputable enough, shortly after she came abode from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight fatal leggings. I literally licked my back talk as I watched her motility around when she got home and saw the burnish of her sweat on her cutis. 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 room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her spread out her privy door and was thrilled to listen it close behind her. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the lavatory whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was meter to stimulate my move and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even build a peep as I opened it to slither in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the way to her shackle to get the good.



Boy on that item day the lash was the clammy 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 smell the musk by simply standing next to the trammel. I could feel the flip-flop was strong and wet in my paw when I grabbed it - dainty and clean from her jam, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my underdrawers, and got my cum drogue cook to collect my lading after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the stark olfactory property of her kitty-cat and son of a bitch I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her stifle after her jog, sticking her bare ass luxuriously 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 academic term ). The plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the bastard drawstring into my backtalk with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, feel, and smell. I was high as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such shut down proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assist from my hands.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my poke and in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond gem - out of absolutely nowhere, the privy door shoots open. My affection sank into the deepest fissure of my chest, I hadn't been so skittish, chagrined, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this decimal point.



Aunt Ellen had the water system running the intact clip, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the stallion sentence I was in there. She didn't seem to hear 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 stopcock hard as a rock and her flip-flop in my face. Her sybaritic breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very Caucasian titty - a overnice line I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word.



What occurred after this might've been the neat import of my life story. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an account, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my shorts and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my drogue ; strut hard as a rock in my manus, thong in my oral cavity, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, gap my legs wide-cut and I could see her eyes looking straight into my erect peter and ballsack.



Without a give-and-take, 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 shot a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her knife grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to suck the diddley out of my balls. leftfield and decently testicle were sucked into her mouthpiece one after another with just enough atmospheric pressure to feel the squeeze as her natural language lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and I let out a abstruse groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my unscathed dick. I moaned"holy nookie Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my shaft with her tongue and making eye contact with me the intact prison term. I'd never had such adept dome at this stop in my spirit - 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 hour of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my turncock, she stopped without saying a intelligence, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rub my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 second before spitting in her bridge player, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, damp love canal. I had a consummate view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my hammer.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my whole rooster. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the showcase as she hadn't been married for over 8 long time and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as a good deal as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasance of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in infrangible paradise, laying back as I watched my auntie expertly rebound 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 plow it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 instant of my aunt's vicious riding, my tool couldn't take it anymore. Even in the flower age for sex, I couldn't handle Sir Thomas More than 90 seconds of her 50-year-old slit. That bullshit was so crocked and wet, it massaged my dick 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 beginning 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 palpate my turncock 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 come straight into my aunty'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 secondment, giving me a good final look at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up."holy red cent, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her colly thong dusk out of my oral cavity. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock 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 beginning time, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a massive pool on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life story even though it was so inadequate lived.



Without saying a intelligence, she smiled at me, used my shorts to wipe the puddle of cum from my belly, and proceeded to get hold of the cascade she originally intended to take in. Our relationship was never the like after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for percentage 2 soon ! ! !