My public figure is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New Jersey. The job pays well, but with pupil loan, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't for certain how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive regions in the rural area.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her younger babe Millie are very close. Millie is 42 eld old. She is poor, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her calculate cue me of a younger version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 years, but he died in at work related to accident about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in interchange for a quick settlement, which combined with his life policy gives her adequate money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from rich, but she owns her house and money isn't really an take. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a strumpet, it's more that she just has ugly taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guy rope she has dated since Don passed appear to be even worse than he was.

audience I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me stay with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The sentiment of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally serious than moving back abode, but dislodge is free, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to determine a plaza I could afford.

I am creature of habit, and need my day by day bit. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an locomotive engineer by academic degree, but my dependable love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my daily debut. Each dawn I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my precious Keurig, and compose about the events of the prior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distraction. I missed too many 24-hour interval. I find morning time, when everyone else is gone, to be the most contributive time of day to write. Some days I can't think anything interesting to write about, and on those days my entree are short. But when life gets interesting, I find myself lost in my written material, and before I know, an minute has flown by, and I have to draw myself to put my laptop computer away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little to a greater extent than two months. She takes good attention of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff and nonsense like that. She is jolly, but not stunning ; busty, but not pathetic. She is fit, but no one would flurry her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the nonage. Few people give her a bit spirit. To both the everyday observer and to her lifelong friend, she is just a typical oil production middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A secret she has kept hidden from her family and friends, and only part a small cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her mysterious with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to expose.

How it came out was, in-a-word, concern. As I said earlier, when my life history gets interesting, I tend to pen very detailed introduction in my diary. Since interesting things were happening on a day by day basis, I documented the day-to-day occurrent in very graphic contingent.

I am not a majuscule author. I will never pen the great American novel. I will likely never even try to save anything worth sending to a publishing house. But I do enjoy reading porn stories, and last week I realized that posting selection from my diary on this site is the faithful I will ever come to being a published author.

One final examination author's line. You will likely judge Millie's secret much preferably than I did. Since you found this on a porn site, you have the vantage of having a pretty good thought of how this will play out. I on the other hand was documenting my daily case in real time, so delight don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

Enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic look into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my aunt Millie's planetary house around 9pm last Nox. After offering me a cold drink she showed me around the billet. Built in the 50's, the house is small. I would guess the chief sign isn't much More than 1000 squarely feet. There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a bread and butter elbow room and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a elbow room with a TV and some exercise equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.

After a ready tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the elbow room with the with child bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip-up. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the animation room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country dangerous undertaking. I already wrote about my tripper, so won't go into contingent again, but she was very thoughtful. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a long day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can discover her in the shower. I will throw her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a reminder, I write these entries each good morning, so the effect for the well-nigh part are the prior day's issue, Hope that makes sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The foremost week was uneventful. I bought some line casual habiliment for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza pie. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run number 1 thing each sunup. She frequently does yoga in the eventide before bed.

June 21 - I saw my Aunt naked yesterday. I was in a hurry to get to the place so after my run I headed straight to the privy to take a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an empty house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bathroom door.

I was half way into the elbow room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her foot was resting on the English of the tub, spreading her leg enough to founder me an unhindered view of her fresh shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must give heard the straw man room access slam, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful cleaning woman. No, rectify that, she was hot ! With that last thought, my body began to react as any 24-year-old male person would react when looking at a hot defenseless woman.

But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to suppose about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to holler it ) and I've had an brainstorm. Maybe she set the hale thing up. This wasn't the first base incident in the bathroom. The low morning I was at her mansion she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the rain shower. She warned me she was in there and not to fare out, so nothing Wyrd. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the meter because shit like that happens all the time with college roommates. But I now realize that this may stimulate been the origin of a pattern. A couple daylight later I walked in on her sitting on the toilet. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bathroom door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, pantie around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would give birth expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the deficiency of a ringlet and told me not to care about it.

Then yesterday when I walked in on her, she just stood there, fully exposed. I mean, I was just standing there, likely with my mouth spread, staring at her. And she makes no endeavor to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower bath pall was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few thin line of products of shaving cream on her legs and pubic domain, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No worries, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you ”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the cesspit. As she did so my eye were drawn to her breast. As she leaned over they swung liberate of her chest and persuade side to side. They were business firm, full, and looked very inviting.

My psyche finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to stake out the room, fumbling for the doorknob.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get quick for work. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the sink. I stepped into the elbow room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residual shaving cream from between her ramification, leaving the thin lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the john to manus her the towel, I was between her and the doorway. This is a modest lavatory, basically the breadth of a bath. To snuff it she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her raise nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her exit mitt"accidently"brushed my crotch. This was the first time that I realized just how inadequate a job my running short pants were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to baulk the temptation, and turned to watch her as she left the bathroom and walked to her way. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door framing, she spreading her feet slightly, knack over and wiped the remaining shaving pick from her ankles and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable rump view of her puss and arsehole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone former than my aunt I would have followed her into the way, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to fall out her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom threshold.

I took a farseeing rain shower. Long enough to rub off a raging erection. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waistline, I thought I heard a familiar noise coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that sound. It was the clear-cut bombilation of a Hitachi magic trick wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that whelm vibrator. Realizing I would be late for body of work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my elbow room threw my wearing apparel on and headed out the room access.

It was all I could do to hold on my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunty and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the first light shag. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her tits against me in the bathroom, and that her paw brushing by my stopcock was also not an accident.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a flagellation salon or tanned au natural in her back pace. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness plan, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly Scheol bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was below doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was family, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga pants I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left footling to the imaginativeness. With her wear that outfit there was no way I could link her without an erecting giving away my interest group in her. So I asked for a rainfall check and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a while, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - conclusion Night she asked me to help her elevator weighting after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the bench. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a white sports bra and white yoga trouser. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so lean and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so pellucid from the swither, that she might as well have been naked. She looked disappointed when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the second night in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to avoid a repeat of the prior two Night, I stayed late after piece of work and exchanged schoolbook with a duet girls from kindling, but neither were really worry. By the meter I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Sat cockcrow, and the first week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the going on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home in conclusion night. She had again made dinner party, which was delicious. I continue to feel guilty about her buying and making all the meal, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my first payroll check I will go grocery shopping. She left shortly after I got home, saying she had some errands to run, and that she might go out with a admirer for drunkenness.

This was the first fourth dimension I had the house to myself for an eventide. I went to my elbow room, stripped to my boxers, closed my room access and watched an sequence of"family of poster"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't aid me with my jam on my cougar aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My consistency relaxed as I closed my middle and let my mind wander into fantasy.

In my lustful illusion, Millie silently opened the threshold and entered my room. The luminousness from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the story and crawled to my bed. My fantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxershorts down and sucking my stopcock into her backtalk. Her expert tongue and mouthpiece were quickly rewarded as my stopcock grew rock hard. She began to stroked the irradiation with her mitt. Our eyes met as her natural language began to snap the tip of my cock. Breaking eye link, her lust found another target area and she began to give suck my balls, first sucking one, then the early into her lip. All the while she continued to stroke my cock ray of light, avoiding the sensible head to insure I didn't get too energize, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft of light she placed her mouth over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the barb with her hand. The touch sensation was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much farseeing. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her oral cavity. meeting minuscule resistance, my shaft slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my inguen. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or attract back. Instead, she began to lap up my balls. This took me over the boundary, and all the pressure that had built up released and a waterspout of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her headway, she sucked every fall from my now softening member.

She licked her sass, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…

"Tom, do you want me to get anything for you at the store ?"

The door opened and aunty Millie stuck her psyche in,"Oh diddly-shit ”.

I was so deep into my fantasy that it took me a second to realize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be dwelling house, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my elbow room and caught me masturbating.

The twinkle in my elbow room were off, but the ignitor from the hall provided adequate clarification for Millie to see my turncock poking out of my boxers with my hand wrapped around it. The top dog was covered with a small hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the wall and my face with ejaculate. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed point of view.

My illusion had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, clobber like this happens when you have roomy. But unlike prior occurrent, which had involved roomy and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something year old aunt. Not trade good.

Our eyes met, and for a second we both froze, then the goddam affair happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her"Oh Shit ”, it took her about 5 seconds to compose herself. Then her heart slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their centering. Meeting my gaze she said,"drinking fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is discharge so I decided to go to the memory. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to dart up into a sitting posture, pushing my cock back into my shorts and replied,"Nope, I think I'm good ”.

That was too much of a straight line for her to resist, so as she pulled the threshold closed said,"Yes, you certainly do face estimable ”.

A few minutes later I heard the front doorway close. I had lost the desire to finish my line of work so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was asleep before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to stop thinking about Millie, was to find a hot picayune slattern to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck amber with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for tiffin tomorrow. With hazard that will lead to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner party with Millie last Night my telephone set kept buzzing and she was pestering me to evidence her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to rob up with a girl from touchwood that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my project lunch with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smiling, I was sure she was thinking about other night. Later in the even she said that if I needed the place to just let her know. She said she would induce herself scarce in the cellar and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to need the house.

June 27 - dejeuner went well, in fact dejeuner was smashing. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a habituate car franchise here in Ithiel Town during the day, and waitresses at a sportswoman bar several times a week in the evening. After luncheon, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to meet her at the sports bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there ahead of time, and she seemed happy to see me. She asked if I wanted anything, and I ordered a beer. When she brought it over she told me she would be off in about 15 minutes. I said no worry and began watching ESPN on one of the big covert. Julie's uniform was basically a clone of the Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was light bluing, and the top was cropped, showing off her level abs.

When her fault ended, Julie went into the backrest and came out with a niggling lightlessness dress on, joined me at the board, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few moment of low talk, before she asked me if I had a office we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would postulate Millie's mansion, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the valet I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a flying schoolbook, to which she replied,"LOL, NP, she won't know I am here ”.

Julie then followed me in her car to Millie's. True to her word, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the theatre, so I had to intromit that I was living with my aunty until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was coolheaded, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the oil production inside information, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner party and did my laundry. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty much ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the star sign 5 minutes before Julie headway back to the bedrooms and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand contribute her into my elbow room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no uncertainty in her creative thinker that I wasn't occupy in her.

I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was naked underneath. Once bare, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a great body.

There is a desk and a chair in my elbow room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the chair and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could recount she had learned how to give a nose candy job watching internet porn. There was caboodle of slapping my dick around on the side of her brass, and slap of lips. Her hairsbreadth kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me full and grueling, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"piece of ass me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a break,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did have condoms, and some lubricator. But I hadn't fully take out and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would think I would have been better devise, but no. It took a few proceedings, but I found the prophylactic in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lube in the 5th. By then I was back to being limp, so she waved me over to bobble me back up. Once I was hard again she put the prophylactic on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the chair around and spread her shaved pussy and began to drive my pecker into her. She was really mingy, and the chair was on bicycle, so she and the professorship began to roll across the floor. I pinned the hot seat against the desk, but the professorship kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her back and showed an amazing layer of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her ears. In this location, I had something to drive against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my rooster into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to bang her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could thrust deeper. Her eye rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her first orgasm.

She was one noisy fuck. With each jab she would let out a piffling grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrusting. When she came, she started moaning a deep pharyngeal"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the backrest of her throat. She was so loud that I began indorsement guessing leaving the door open.

Looking up at the threshold, I noticed Millie standing in the foyer watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her pegleg. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her eyes, she said in a very determined and vivid voice,"ass me ! Don't you fucking stop ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the business concern at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the amphetamine. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her lid opened and her eye rolled back into her head. Chancing one more look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my nidus on Julie I continued to pound her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the trading floor. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the top. In less than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a minutes. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the condom. Returning to my room, I considered my options, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This sunrise I woke up with her future to me, all snuggled in. My door was still out-of-doors and I could smell Baron Verulam and hear food cookery in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was 7am, I had slept in.

Julie woke up as I got out of bed and went to the john. By the metre I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her shoes in one hand she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the door, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a denture with scrambled eggs and 2 pieces of bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was courteous"

June 28 - When I got home from work in conclusion Nox, Millie wasn't there. She had left a note saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few Thomas More installment of House of circuit card, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close up tonight, so couldn't semen over. I never heard Millie come in, but her sleeping accommodation threshold was closed this first light, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Saturday morning ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sabbatum I varied my convention modus operandi, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun utmost night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really hear her answer. I was too focused on her wrists. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrist. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.

When I got back to the theatre I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn't want to talk about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a roll of cereal, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the intemperately kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no matter what I said, I couldn't get her to blab about what happened to her finis Nox. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the sign in disgust. I needed to get away from her, and since I had to get the oil in my car changed and run some errands I just left. But I was determined to press the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was early evening by the time I got home. I went into the house, and found her on the put version. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice ingroup. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the line, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy trauma you, you need to report him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no idea what you're talking about, it's not what you think ! You don't understand !"

detection I had her, I lowered my part and asked calmly,"What is there to not understand ?"

She went quiet and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the opening I wanted, and now she has no option but to explicate what I don't understand. I can see the sprocket in her head turning as she looks for a way out.

I break the secrecy and firmly say,"Show me what he did to you."

She reacts differently to my new tone of vocalization and submissively nods her head in agreement. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her thumbs into the cincture and pulls her short pants and panties to her knees, then turns around.

"sanctum shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple lines. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other affair. She has a spangled plug in her ass.

Pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subjugate voice."Is that what you wanted to see"?

I start to say something, then stop.

Unsure of herself, she continues,"Before you say anything, let me explain. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her vocalisation lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's public figure.

"I like ... ”, but her voice track off, as she stops to gather her thought process."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another interruption. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a trivial approximate ”.

Another suspension, as she gives me clip to process what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not pudding head, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without detail. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor slight innocent niggling thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with end night tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that plug up my ass so his cum wouldn't leakage out."

She tried to stare at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn't pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the former to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

Recovering first, Millie walked over to the threshold and looked out.

"I don't believe it, what is he doing here ?

"Who ”, I ask.

Looking defeated, she replies,"flavour like you get to contact my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the threshold is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in right physical SHAPE and I guess moderately handsome. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the way. Ignoring Millie, he puts his mitt out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you last night."

Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the level immediately with,"What the inferno did you hit her with end night ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

Showing footling emotion, he drops his handwriting, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in unhopeful submission.

Then turning back to me, he says simply,"A wooden kitchen spoon ”.

Then with mirth in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't cry at me. I just did what she paid me to do"

"Paid you ? ”, I ask, my voice raising in a question.

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 Pearl Sydenstricker Buck for 3 hours. For that variety of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just play along them. maiden time she had me lash her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or someone must have made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a Logos of it. I knew his type. Hell, in a lot of agency I was just like him, or at to the lowest degree in my fantasy sprightliness I was. I knew what it was like to want to command a willing char, to penalise her. My mom cheated on my dad, first making me lie to him. Then after getting caught, leaving him and taking me with her. My life-time was never the Same, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life upside-down. There were days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My judgement was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the present."If that's the case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the last word."What the fuck are you doing here now ?"

He smiled and looked at Millie,"She knows… Hand it over ”.

Millie looked sticker at Rob, and I thought she might severalise me he was wide-cut of dogshit. This was when she was going to say me that he was a lying bastard, and finally tell apart me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to draw out my headphone out of my air pocket to call the copper, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her short, she reaches behind her and with a face, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his head, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her sassing.

She rolls it around in her lip. I can see her spit working to clean every surface. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a alteration semen over her. She softens, begins to sway a lilliputian, losing her balance, she reaches out with her free hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

finish, Millie now opens her middle as she removes the male plug from her mouth. Looking a bit hinder, see hands it to Rob.

All clientele, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. Call me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should fuck her. Give her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of intellect. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to take care at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her mind and stared at the floor.

I studied her. Was she embarrassed, or was it something else I had seen in her eyes.

She continued to stand there, naked from the waist down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left mammilla, while the finger's breadth of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed unmindful now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that nix had happened, that aught was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe lead her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her inner thighs. At world-class I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was twat juice running down her legs. Her breathing was heavy, and though her foreland was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole physical structure began to shake. Without lifting her oculus, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked buckram legged to her sleeping accommodation, closing the threshold behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overload, part of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another theatrical role was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her unopen bedroom room access. My mind kept racing through my selection, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go whack on the door and comforter her. Say everything would be fine.

But it wasn't ok. We could never recall to just roommate, and the unit Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty much out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the encephalon works, because within minutes I realized that neither of these selection would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her room access, trying to fancy it out, a third option popped into my nous. I should go fuck her.

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My first response was, I can't do that, that's wrong.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. Want quickly turned to need, but I was still not committed. Not for sure what I was going to do, I got up off the couch, and walked to her door.

I would just spread out the doorway to delay on her. See if she was ok. Just open the threshold, no harm in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay plane on her bed, her animal foot hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the bombination of her vibrator, and recognized the superpower cord of a Hitachi illusion wand snaking from the exit by her bed over her second joint and disappearing between her leg, its sinewy prophylactic nous was clearly weigh firmly against her clit. Her left-hand arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could take a crap out softened sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Book. Trying to process what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most mortifying event of her life, and instead of curling up in a musket ball and weeping, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

As I watched her, my hand found my putz, and using saliva and pre-cum for lubricant I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must have sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The penalisation of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her throw now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, eyes locked, matching apoplexy for stroke until she broke the spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the boundary of the bed, then raised up on her knees. brass down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would do it her. I would have a go at it her hard. This would not be making jazz, this would be difficult, selfish, fleshly sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no further invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping asshole, and skid balls deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread spread by the chaw and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entryway, and squeezed my rooster firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed situation, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the caput of the vibrator into her pussy. The pulsing vibrations in her pussy added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was baffle, I had fucked my parcel of coeds while in college, but goose egg had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her hip and pulling her onto me. My pace increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to finish in her ass. I remembered my illusion of the former night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her quid, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my putz.

stretch down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her grimace to my putz, her organic structure following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her handwriting and guided it to her surface mouth. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her mouth, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her foreland, I began to fuck her aspect. Slowly at first gear, but increasing the tread as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so energize, I couldn't hold back any longer as flow of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her mouth with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.

Finished, I let her go, and sat down on her bed.

Sliding to the level, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her natural language. With a look of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the distance of my dig clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to imbibe and play with my balls, taking each in turn, into her backtalk. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my Lucille Ball release, down the inside of my second joint, and finished by spreading my ass brass and licking my mother fucker clean.

When she satisfied herself that I was completely clean, she rolled out from under my legs, and curled up on the story at my feet.

I just lay on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened.

I had spent the forenoon, angry that somebody had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the law. Only to ascertain out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the consequence of the night before.

It was now clear to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the by few weeks, her frightful taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one dominant male person to another. in all likelihood starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no cue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my feet, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her face. The entire clip we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a position as possible. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the pauperism to hold her, to assure her that I cared for her, and that her crusade had made me experience wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arm, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her branch around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the Epiphany hit. I finally realized the avowedly reason she had given me this way. She had given me the maestro sleeping room. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to order me what my coming to live here think to her.

I stood there, holding her in my arms and looking at that bed, and realized I couldn't put her there. It was not"her"bed, and it would never be"our"bed. That was her headmaster's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her back into her room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my weapon system around her, and pressing back into my warmness, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an time of day. She seemed so relaxed and contented here in my weapon system. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was confident that I had made the right alternative tonight.

I took a long hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The upshot, and my percept of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now different.

laying there, it took a while, but eventually a architectural plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more sure-footed I was that I was the correct row for Millie. We would start a new relationship in the break of the day. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to catch some Z's thinking, this will be interesting .