Nephew 'S Casual Sex With Aunty 1


Blowjob, First-Time, Toys
For the past 5 old age, 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 skillful sex - nice total of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my hammer is well-off with her maw after so often sex. Ellen is my Dad's untried babe, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 invertebrate foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge titties with a slight gut. Her fat ass is the best, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect tense mozzarella belch stub. I love nothing more than laying her on her abdomen, spreading that butt and feeding that asshole - but this story will rivet on our first time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one country over from me, so when I was Loretta Young, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a class. My parents would drop me off and I'd stoppage with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the wood where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the sentence I was a teenager. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her theater, and a entirely hebdomad during the summer. Since my teenage old age, I became sexually attracted to auntie Ellen and was rather enamored with her. Whenever I was at her sign of the zodiac, I'd masturbate to persuasion of having sex with her every morning and Night and had snapped pictures of her ass on my flip phone whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her family and was bored and horny. aunt Ellen was out of the house for a piece and I had the brilliant estimation of exploring her elbow room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativeness, I went into her drawer and took out a clear lash. I was intrigued and hard as a Rock ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a one pair of scanty in her drawer, 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 rain shower and I took that initiatory one habitation 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 perfume of her vagina and shit on it - I planned adjacent fourth dimension to take one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the succeeding meter for hebdomad, I always asked her if I could do over but had to await for my parents to take 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 solid food from a restaurant for an exculpation to go through her elbow room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her elbow room and checked her unsportsmanlike hamper, but it was empty the first meter I checked. I was very disappointed.



The next day, she also went out of the house and this time her dirty underwear and blue jean from yesterday were in the hamper. My member shot up to a tilt the secondment I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her dungaree, dropped my gasp, 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 pussy and bastard string, and giving it a good inspection. The purulent cover version 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 binding all the way down past where her asshole rested the entireness of the old day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the pussy for and masturbated for 5 proceedings 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 figure out every square inch of the croch parting of her flip-flop before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After her croch scent pulled out my nut, I put the spit dampened lash back in the shackle, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and son of a bitch smelled and tasted like. I pulled the Lapp stunt the succeeding day, except I did it while she was home in her office. This clock time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new lash, and brought it into the shower where I did the same matter. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to contain her musk home with me.



The next meter I came over was for a calendar week in the summer, and aunty Ellen was still working, so the house was totally vacuous during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early cockcrow turn 2-mile jog before showering and going to form at 8:00. That hebdomad at her house was a vestal musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the morning as she's ready to exit and order me goodbye. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then head teacher rightfulness to her room for the first rooster drubbing of the day.

Her Emily Post jog thongs were the safe. Different one every day, Saami vex fetor of sweaty vagina and motherfucker. Boy, those post-jog flip-flop were sinewy, way more unpleasant-smelling and danker than the lash she had plastered to her fix all day. Her post-jog G-string were still wet by the clock time I got to them ; I was able to literally suck the sweat and succus out of the parts of the flip-flop by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what auntie Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer hebdomad, I also took the liberty to explore her entire way and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her loo in a shoebox, under loge of other shoes, I found a low calamitous vibrator and a long purple thick shaft. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really hard and firm, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inch long. The mentation of aunty Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her miniature filled me with luxuria. I wished it could be my turncock instead of the toy that pleased her jam. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the pocket-sized black one up her asshole 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 moon vibration modality while I inhaled her flip-flop and shot a nut. I've been doing this any opportunity 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 sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd cum over, I'd help myself to her cunt and dickhead musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional pair home base with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at domicile. It seems like life ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her G-string I can discase one fresh from her doggystyle twat and cocksucker before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights and only spent a few minute 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 prison term available to see her, we still stayed close-fitting and kept in touch through textbook messages and played Minecraft together. I still was down as pit to dick her down but was distracted by other chance for sex that were nigher 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 household and spend a week there before the drop semester began. We ended up picking a week in the centre of July as her ship's company was closed that Friday. She used her time 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 morning run before going into the office, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 years. That flip-flop was all mine the second she left for piece of work. It was so nice getting another span of super fresh scanty right off her sweat drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and arse 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 trammel.



Since she was off from employment for the eternal rest of the week, and because she moved her home plate office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the residue of the week. After she went on her morning streak, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her elbow room and never left me an opportunity to suck blank more of her unpleasant-smelling undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her room once the shower started after her sunup jog, using her thong to circumvent out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a strait. Let's just say that could've been the pip decision of my animation but has since played out to be one of the best determination 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 lick out fine… the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tile, no need to worry about screaky trading floor as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussy in my face was all I'd demand for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fuck it and decided to yield it a shot 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 house from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight pitch-dark leging. I literally licked my sass as I watched her move around when she got base and saw the burnish of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog elbow grease on her croch to really sop into her lash for that stinky-musky good.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got strip down for her rain shower. I waited until I heard her open her privy room access and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would find out anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was time to take my move and get that nut. The threshold to her bedroom didn't even take a crap a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the way to her hamper to get the goods.



Boy on that particular day the G-string was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 proceedings after going for a run. I was able to smell out the musk by simply standing succeeding to the hamper. I could sense the flip-flop was strong and wet in my hired man when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toy dog. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid hammer from my shorts, and got my cum sock set to hoard my burden after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the virtuous aroma of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass eminent 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 design was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid pecker after I put the cocksucker string into my mouth with the vagina natural covering right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and flavor. I was high school as roll in the hay from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such come together proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without aid from my script.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond Lucy Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom room access shoots open. My nitty-gritty sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so uneasy, embarrassed, and startled in my stallion life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this head.



Aunt Ellen had the water running the stallion meter, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the can the entire metre 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 sway and her thong in my nerve. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very Edward Douglas White Jr. titties - a overnice demarcation I thought. An construction of restiveness and worry filled my aspect and neither of us could even verbalize a countersign.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest import of my life. kinda than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunt Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and drawers off until I was butt naked former than my air-sleeve ; tittup hard as a rock in my hired hand, thong in my sass, and an expression of jumpiness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, bed cover my ramification wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my put up stopcock and ballsack.



Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hired hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the bag and gave it a full wring before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must've snap a ticker of pre-cum out of my dick after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the paper bag before she proceeded to sop up the motherfucker out of my balls. left wing and correct testicle were sucked into her oral fissure one after another with just plenty pressure to sense the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole tool. I moaned"holy nookie Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and game up to her brim, lathering my cock with her natural language and making eye physical contact with me the entire time. I'd never had such expert dome at this point in my life - she was straight up pharynx fucking my cock - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straightaway from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 arcminute of aunt Ellen sucking the life story from my cock, she stopped without saying a Logos, got to her knee joint, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale egg white ass right onto my unprotected turncock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 seconds before spitting in her script, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her quick, damp love epithelial duct. I had a stark view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squat onto my tool.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to township on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the eccentric as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as a lot as I did. She was practically screaming from the joy of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as possible. I was in right-down Eden, laying back as I watched my aunty expertly bound up and down on my rooster, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her whoreson in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juice out of her thong - I couldn't palm it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 seconds of my aunt's cruel riding, my shaft 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 slit. That shit was so fuddled and wet, it massaged my hawkshaw so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a sucking cup. We hadn't said a word up to this point, so I definitely wasn't going to be the first to address and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant life my nut deep into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could palpate my dick getting knockout and bait faster and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my ejaculate 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 look at her bunghole and my cock filling her pussy up."Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her colly thong fall out of my rima oris. *Pllluuurrppp* was the strait that was emitted when she pulled my tool out and the suck of her cunt was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first-class honours degree meter, 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 even though it was so shortsighted lived.



Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my pugilist to wipe the pond of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to rent the exhibitor she originally intended to select. Our relationship was never the Lapp after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for piece 2 soon ! ! !
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