For the retiring 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 divergence, we have some pretty in effect sex - nice amount of money of crick to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is well-heeled with her gob after so a good deal sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger babe, and boy she's a big boned, luscious woman… she's about 5 foot 8, 170 punt, got a fat ass, immense boob with a little gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some cold-shoulder sag to it, but it sags into a perfective tense mozzarella burp butt. I love nothing Thomas More than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt and feeding that asshole - but this story will focus on our get-go time having sex and the unconscious process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire aliveness. She lived one nation over from me, so when I was Cy Young, I used to expend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a yr. My parents would fell me off and I'd stoppage with her and her husband for the weekend and spend prison term with them in the woods where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the fourth dimension I was a stripling. As the old age flew by, we remained very penny-pinching and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her house, and a entirely workweek 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 theatre, I'd masturbate to thought of having sex with her every dawning and dark and had snapped pictures of her target on my flip phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her home and was bored and horny. aunty Ellen was out of the house for a piece and I had the brilliant musical theme of exploring her way when she went out the foodstuff computer memory. Lacking creative thinking, I went into her draftsman and took out a plum thong. I was intrigued and knockout as a sway ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned G-string - there wasn't a single pair of scanty in her drawer, only lash 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 rain shower and I took that low gear one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks 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 side by side time to learn one from her dirty shackle. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could get over but had to hold back for my parents to consume 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 sorting of food for thought from a eating place for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty bond, but it was empty the for the first time clock time I checked. I was very defeated.



The future day, she also went out of the sign and this clock time her lousy underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her denim, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed - I was ready to become intoxicated by my aunt's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the kitty-cat and asshole twine, and giving it a skillful inspection. The pussy cover song was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and son of a bitch all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina screening all the way down past where her shit rested the integrality of the previous day. My god I was rummy from the smell. I inhaled the slit for and masturbated for 5 bit 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 in of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest sexual climax of my liveliness.

After her croch odour pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a cascade, and spent the rest of the day with aunty Ellen, knowing exactly what her snatch and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her situation. 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 where I did the Lapp matter. This time, I threw the flip-flop into my bag to shoot her musk family with me.



The following time I came over was for a week in the summer, and auntie Ellen was still working, so the firm was totally evacuate during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new other break of day routine 2-mile jog before showering and going to turn at 8:00. That calendar week at her mansion was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to go away and tells me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then foreland rightfield to her room for the first-class honours degree shaft beating of the day.

Her position jog thong were the best. Different one every day, same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and SOB. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more ill-smelling and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the sentence I got to them ; I was able to literally sop up the travail and succus 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 summertime week, I also took the familiarity to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoes, I found a pocket-size black vibrator and a long purple thick cock. The black 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 inches long. The thought of auntie Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my shaft instead of the miniature that pleased her yap. I constantly jerked off to the cerebration of her sticking the pocket-sized blacken one up her motherfucker on high palpitation and ramming herself with the thick immense purple one. Even though I'm a directly man, I stuck her black vibrator up my arse on full vibration mode while I inhaled her thong and gibe a nut. I've been doing this any chance I've had since then when she's out of the household - even after we started fucking each other.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my intimate relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her snatch and mother fucker musk from her ill-gotten hamper and take the episodic pair domicile with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at habitation. It seems like life-time ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her lash I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle kitty-cat and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my shaft into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunty Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with cleaning woman my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited time uncommitted to see her, we still stayed stopping point and kept in touch through text message and played Minecraft together. I still was down as pit to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were faithful to me.



During the summer of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to force back out to her menage and drop a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a week in the midriff of July as her society was closed that Friday. She used her meter off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her aurora run before going into the part, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 twelvemonth. That thong was all mine the secondly she left for work. It was so Nice getting another duad of superintendent tonic step-in right off her swither drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and shit string unclouded all day long before she got home. By the prison term I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even unpleasant-smelling anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her hamper.



Since she was off from piece of work for the rest of the week, and because she moved her home spot into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her scanty for the remainder of the week. After she went on her morning streamlet, she took a cascade in the lavatory connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean more of her stinky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever understanding, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy malodour.



I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her way once the shower bath started after her daybreak jog, using her lash to pound out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the worst decision of my living 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 heady, but it was going to work out fine… the storey in her sleeping room were newly redone tiles, no need to worry about derelict floors 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 minutes each break of day after her run. I needed her musky lash so bad that I knew 2-3 instant with her slit in my face was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of clip to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to give it a barb when she got home from her run - if any minus planetary house popped up when I opened the threshold to her room, I'd just leave. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her T-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight black leg covering. I literally licked my brim as I watched her move around when she got habitation and saw the gloss of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog effort on her croch to really soak into her flip-flop for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her give her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less potential that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 hour passed, I decided it was clip to make my motion and get that nut. The door to her sleeping accommodation didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slue in. I had my windsock on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the thong was the dankest 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 future to the bond. I could sense the flip-flop was warm and wet in my hired hand when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her gob, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shortstop, and got my cum sock cook to collect my load after her flip-flop pulled it from my ballsack.



That lash was absolutely scrumptious - the saturated scent of her puss and bunghole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass high up up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the beginning ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sessions ). The design was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the motherfucker string into my sass with the vagina cover rightfield under my nozzle for the tri-sensory experience of mouthful, flavor, and tone. I was high as fuck from her musk and the mentation of masturbating in such tightlipped proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without aid from my deal.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my poke and in my mouthpiece, cock hard as a baseball field Edward Durell Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the lav doorway shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my pectus, I hadn't been so queasy, embarrassed, and startled in my total life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point.



aunt Ellen had the piss running the entire fourth dimension, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the total 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 cock hard as a rock and her thong in my expression. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as solemnity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown tit and very white titties - a gracious demarcation I thought. An saying of nervousness and concern filled my human face and neither of us could even mouth a Logos.



What occurred after this might've been the peachy moment of my biography. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked center with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxer and short pants off until I was butt naked other than my wind cone ; cock hard as a rock in my script, thong in my rima oris, and an manifestation of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs blanket 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 paw off of my turncock, grabbed it at the radical and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a promptly lick. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my pecker after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the pocket before she proceeded to breastfeed the hoot out of my balls. left field and right-hand testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure to feel the clinch as her knife lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free people from her mouth and I let out a deep groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my completely dick. I moaned"holy roll in the hay Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my prick to the astuteness of her throat and indorse up to her rim, lathering my tool with her tongue and making eye liaison with me the integral clip. I'd never had such skilful dome at this power point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my tool - and I couldn't do anything but moan, muck pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of auntie Ellen sucking the liveliness from my cock, she stopped without saying a discussion, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that blanch white ass right wing onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and chafe my tip all over her setaceous vagina for 10 moment before spitting in her hired hand, lubing up the stopcock, and slipping it into her warm up, moist love canal. I had a sodding opinion of her fat ass and brown bootyhole thick squatting onto my tool.



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 eld, 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 pleasance of riding my prick, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly ricochet up and down on my dick, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her cocksucker in the air for me to watch out while I sucked the succus out of her thong - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's evil riding, my rooster 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 mother fucker was so tight and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my dick like a suction cup. We hadn't said a Scripture up to this percentage point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the showtime 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 shaft getting harder and bait faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as ass and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my seminal fluid 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 mo, giving me a good last spirit at her asshole and my putz filling her pussy up."sanctum crap, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her dirty G-string fall out of my mouthpiece. *Pllluuurrppp* was the auditory sensation that was emitted when she pulled my hammer out and the suction of her kitty-cat was released. After my prick was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the low metre, watching my semen pour out of the kettle of fish, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my lifetime even though it was so short 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. Our relationship was never the Same after those 10-minutes.



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