My name is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few calendar month ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New jersey. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive part in the country.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her vernal sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is shortstop, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her feel cue me of a vernal interlingual rendition 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 piece of work link up fortuity about the clip I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the ship's company in exchange for a spry village, which combined with his animation policy gives her decent money that she doesn't have to turn. She's far from copious, but she owns her theatre and money isn't really an issue. 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 slut, it's more that she just has horrible sense of taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the bozo she has dated since Don passed seem to be even worse than he was.

Hearing 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 thought of moving in with my aunt was only marginally better than moving back menage, but liberal is gratuitous, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to find a situation I could afford.

I am creature of riding habit, and need my daily routines. One of which is keeping a daybook. I am an technologist by degree, but my true up love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my daily submission. Each dawning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of java with my cherish Keurig, and write about the events of the prior day. I used to write in the even before going to bed, but there were too many beguilement. I missed too many days. I find mornings, when everyone else is at rest, to be the most conducive time of day to publish. Some days I can't think anything concern to write about, and on those years my debut are short-circuit. But when aliveness gets interesting, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hr has flown by, and I have to force myself to put my laptop away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little more than two month. She takes expert tutelage of me, cooking my meals, doing my washables, hooey like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't frock revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a second tone. To both the casual commentator and to her lifelong friends, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

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

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets interesting, I tend to indite very detailed entries in my diary. Since interesting affair were happening on a daily basis, I documented the day-to-day occurrence in very graphic detail.

I am not a great writer. I will never save the cracking American English novel. I will likely never even try to save anything deserving sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn taradiddle, and hold out week I realized that posting excerption from my daybook on this site is the nigh I will ever fall to being a published author.

One final author's preeminence. You will likely guess Millie's secret much Oklahoman than I did. Since you found this on a porn web site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good musical theme of how this will represent out. I on the other script was documenting my daily events in real time, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my aunty Millie's theatre around 9pm last night. After offering me a common cold beverage she showed me around the shoes. Built in the 50's, the mansion is small-scale. I would reckon the chief house isn't much Thomas More than 1000 straight base. There are two sleeping accommodation, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen on the main flooring. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some exercise equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.

After a quick tour of the house, she told me to put my clobber into the room with the self-aggrandizing bed. When I tried to contend, she just went tranquillity. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the bigger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the sustenance room, sat down on an outsized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into item again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a retentive day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty-bellied, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can try her in the shower. I will yield her a few proceedings, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( author note, just a reminder, I write these introduction each morning, so the upshot for the most persona are the prior day's result, Hope that makes sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first base week was uneventful. I bought some business everyday clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run initiatory thing each good morning. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunty naked yesterday. I was in a precipitation to get to the office so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to direct a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an discharge firm. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the can door.

I was one-half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her animal foot was resting on the position of the tub, spreading her legs enough to hand me an unhindered view of her freshly shaved slit.

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

But before I return to describing the issue of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to cogitate about the tub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an brainstorm. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn't the first base incident in the toilet. The first dawning I was at her house she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to get out, so cypher weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the sentence with college roommates. But I now realize that this may feature been the beginning of a pattern. A dyad 24-hour interval later I walked in on her sitting on the lav. I would have sworn I heard her leave the business firm, 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 accept expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the deficiency of a lock and told me not to interest 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 oral fissure open, staring at her. And she makes no sweat to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower curtain was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her manus. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few slender blood line of shaving pick on her ramification and pubic area, 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 sinkhole. As she did so my middle were drawn to her bosom. As she leaned over they swung free of her pectus and persuade incline to side. They were firm, full phase of the moon, and looked very inviting.

My encephalon finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to back out the way, fumbling for the doorknob.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for study. Can you manus me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small bridge player towel just out of her reach on the cesspool. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residual shaving emollient from between her legs, leaving the thin melodic line that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the toilet to hand her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small bath, basically the width of a bathtub. To pass she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the rampart, her erect mammilla rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand"accidently"brushed my crotch. This was the showtime time that I realized just how pathetic a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erecting.

I didn't even try to hold out the temptation, and turned to see her as she left the bathroom and walked to her room. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a helping hand on the room access figure, she spreading her feet slightly, bent-grass over and wiped the remaining shaving emollient from her ankles and leg with the towel I had given her. This tactical manoeuvre gave me an unforgettable rear opinion of her puss and bunghole.

This was such an obvious sweetener, that had she been anyone other than my aunt I would have followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to survey her, ground stopped me and instead I closed the lavatory door.

I took a foresightful shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a familiar interference 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 trenchant buzz of a Hitachi magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a Brobdingnagian fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be late for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to keep my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my auntie and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the morning fucking. 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 hand brushing by my prick was also not an fortuity.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable bathing suit argument. Which led me to muse for nearly 20 arcminute whether she frequented a tanning salon or tanned au natural in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health plans, my intellect was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her baby was seemingly inferno bent grass on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her make out I was rest home, 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 minuscule to the imagination. With her eroding that kit there was no way I could get together her without an erection giving away my pursuit in her. So I asked for a rain stop and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my way. I watched porno for a piece, rubbed one off into my running wind sleeve, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - utmost night she asked me to avail her lift free weight after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to pick out her on the judiciary. If anything, her wear was even more reveal than the night before. She is wearing a white sports bra and snowy yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so lean and tight that they look to be painted on. Her exercising was intense, and both became so limpid from the sudor, 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 annul a repeat of the prior two Nox, I stayed late after piece of work and exchanged text with a couple girls from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the clock time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday aurora, and the first hebdomad in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how perturb I was by the exit on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last nighttime. She had again made dinner, which was toothsome. I continue to feel guilty about her buying and making all the meals, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my start paycheck 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 friend for drinks.

This was the first clock time I had the house to myself for an evening. I went to my room, stripped to my packer, closed my room access and watched an installment of"House of card game"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't help me with my crush on my cougar aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My soundbox relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into fantasy.

In my concupiscent illusion, Millie silently opened the door and entered my room. The light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My phantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my stopcock into her oral fissure. Her expert spit and mouth were quickly rewarded as my putz grew rock hard. She began to stroked the jibe with her hired man. Our heart met as her tongue began to leaf the tip of my tool. break eye touch, her lust found another target and she began to suck my bollock, first sucking one, then the other into her backtalk. All the while she continued to stroke my cock shaft, avoiding the raw head to ensure I didn't get too excite, too soon.

Her sassing then returned to my putz, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her oral cavity over the head and began to jump between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hand. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for a good deal prospicient. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouthpiece. Meeting niggling resistance, my cock slid down her pharynx and I began to eff her cheek. Over and over I thrust until I felt her pry pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or extract back. Instead, she began to work out my bollock. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every cliff, and as I released her headway, she sucked every bead from my now softening member.

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

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

The doorway opened and Aunt Millie stuck her read/write head in,"Oh crap ”.

I was so bass into my illusion that it took me a irregular to clear what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be domicile, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my way and caught me masturbating.

The igniter in my room were off, but the spark from the hall provided decent light for Millie to see my cock poking out of my boxers with my handwriting wrapped around it. The head was covered with a small helping hand towel, draped there to maintain me from spraying the walls and my face with ejaculate. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My fantasy had just turned into a incubus.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roomie. But unlike anterior occurrences, which had involved roommate and their girlfriend, this was my 40 something year old aunt. Not good.

Our eyes met, and for a instant we both froze, then the damn thing happened. Millie acted like cypher odd was going on. After her"Oh dogshit ”, it took her about 5 arcsecond to compose herself. Then her eyes slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my gaze she said,"Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the store. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting position, pushing my putz back into my underdrawers and replied,"Nope, I think I'm honest ”.

That was too practically of a straight seam for her to stand, so as she pulled the doorway closed said,"Yes, you certainly do look undecomposed ”.

A few minutes later I heard the straw man door close. I had lost the desire to finish my stage business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was numb before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to end thinking about Millie, was to receive a hot piddling slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent about of the day on tinder. I think I may induce struck Au with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for tiffin tomorrow. With chance that will lead to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner party with Millie last night my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to hook up with a female child from tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned dejeuner with Julie. To my surprisal, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her oral fissure twisting up in a smile, I was for certain she was thinking about former night. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the place to just let her know. She said she would realize herself scarce in the basement 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 - luncheon went well, in fact dejeuner was great. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in townspeople during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several multiplication a calendar week in the evening. After dejeuner, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to gather her at the sports bar after her transformation ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed felicitous 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 vexation and began watching ESPN on one of the big CRT screen. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the honker tight top and drawers, except hers was light blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her mat abs.

When her shift ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a little black dress on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few proceedings of minuscule talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would need Millie's house, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had railroad car, 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 quick text, 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 of God, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to admit that I was living with my aunt until I could get a post of my own, and that she was out with Quaker and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was poise, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring details, saying that she was decent and that she cooked me dinner and did my washing. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty often ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the business firm 5 instant before Julie fountainhead back to the bedrooms and asks,"which chamber is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the handwriting lead her into my elbow room. I didn't close the room access completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no doubt in her thinker that I wasn't interested in her.

I helped Julie out of her clothes off, she was defenseless underneath. Once bare, she did a bit of a dancing for me. She has a great body.

There is a desk and a professorship in my 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 tell she had learned how to give a puff job watching net porn. There was mass of slapping my dick around on the position of her human face, and smacking of lip. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a prophylactic ?"Then after a suspension,"And some lube ? You are really big."

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

I then spun the chairperson around and spread her shaved kitty and began to promote my cock into her. She was really tight, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the chairwoman began to roll across the floor. I pinned the chairperson against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as a good deal. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her back and showed an amazing stratum of flexibleness as she pulled her knees up to her ears. In this position, I had something to push against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my putz into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to sleep together her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more agitate I could thrust deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her headspring as I bottomed out, and she began to rock in her first climax.

She was one noisy piece of ass. With each thrust she would let out a minuscule grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrust. When she came, she started moaning a oceanic abyss guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the back of her throat. She was so gaudy that I began second dead reckoning leaving the door open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly undefended doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit trouble I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not take account. Without opening her optic, she said in a very define and intense voice,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking stop ! shtup me ! ”. This brought me back to the business at hand, and I slammed my tool deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her phonation increased as her lid opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Chancing one more expression at the doorway I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to Lebanese pound her, and shortly after that I came.

rolling off her, I sat down on the base. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the top. In less than a second 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 elbow room, I considered my alternative, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This sunrise I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still open and I could smell bacon and discover food preparation 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 can. By the time I got back to the way, she was up and had pulled the apparel on. Her place in one hand she headed into the bathroom. Two hour later she was heading towards the doorway, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a denture with scrambled eggs and 2 pieces of Sir Francis Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was gracious"

June 28 - When I got plate from body of work last dark, Millie wasn't there. She had left a short letter saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few to a greater extent episodes of sign of the zodiac of wag, then escaped for an eventide run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to shut tonight, so couldn't ejaculate over. I never heard Millie semen in, but her bedroom door was closed this break of day, so I assume she made it rest home last night.

June 29 - Saturday morn ! Another hebdomad, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my rule routine, 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 last Nox. She mumbled something, but I didn't really hear her answer. I was too concentrate on her radiocarpal joint. Specifically, at the promising red markings on both of her wrist joint. 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 house 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 pipe bowl of cereal grass, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the hard kitchen chair. OK, now it wasn't just her radiocarpal joint, 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 tattle about what happened to her last nighttime. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the house 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 weigh the takings 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 business firm, and found her on the sofa reading. She tries to blot out it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the argument, our part slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy injury you, you need to report him, so he doesn't harm anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no estimation 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 repose and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the scuttle I wanted, and now she has no choice but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the cogs in her head turn as she looks for a way out.

I break the silence and firmly say,"appearance me what he did to you."

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

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

Her ass is brilliantly red and streaked with purpurate stock. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other thing. She has a jeweled stopper in her ass.

pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued vocalisation."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 excuse. Not everyone is into vanilla extract sex like your little toy Juuuulieeee ”. Her representative lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's figure.

"I like ... ”, but her voice lead off, as she stops to gather her thoughts."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another suspension. Then with a hurry,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a footling raspy ”.

Another interruption, as she gives me meter to march what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not stupid, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without point. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor little innocent little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with finale 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 escape 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 other to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

looking for defeated, she replies,"Looks like you get to meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent strong-arm shape and I guess moderately big. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his paw out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you death night."

Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the degree immediately with,"What the pit did you hit her with last Nox ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

viewing little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in abject submission.

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

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

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

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 Pearl Buck for 3 time of day. For that form of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just follow them. First clip she had me whip her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or someone must cause made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a word of it. I knew his type. Hell, in a lot of mode I was just like him, or at to the lowest degree in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to want to command a willing womanhood, to punish 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 was never the same, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my liveliness upside-down. There were days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My psyche was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

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

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

Millie looked daggers at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was full phase of the moon of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a consist by-blow, and finally tell me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to draw in my sound out of my pocket to call the cops, when Millie unbuttons her boxers. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to pass over it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his head, Rob stops her, and I watch her piazza the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to clean every surface. While doing this her oculus are closed, and I see a alteration come over her. She softens, begins to rock a little, losing her remainder, she reaches out with her relieve bridge player and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

coating, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the chaw from her mouth. Looking a bit blockade, see hands it to Rob.

All business, 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. move over her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of mind. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to depend at Millie. She was looking at me, snag welling up in her eye, which she blinked away as she bowed her head 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 torso, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left nipple, while the digit of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

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

Then I noticed a milky liquidity begin to run down her internal thighs. At start I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was kitty juices running down her peg. Her breathing was grave, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to even. Then her whole body began to shake. Without lifting her optic, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the door 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 part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the put and stared at her closed sleeping accommodation door. My psyche kept racing through my pick, ignore her, or ease her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, profess nothing had happened. Or should I go belt on the door and ease her. Say everything would be OK.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roommates, and the whole auntie / Nephew dynamic was pretty practically out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the Einstein works, because within minute I realized that neither of these options would ever process. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to work out it out, a third option popped into my head. I should go fuck her.

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

But the Thomas More I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. require quickly turned to ask, but I was still not committed. Not for certain what I was going to do, I got up off the couch, and walked to her door.

I would just unfold the door to tally on her. See if she was ok. Just give the room access, no harm in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flat on her bed, her base hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power electric cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its powerful rubber straits was clearly pressed firmly against her clit. Her give arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her correctly script pumped a magnanimous dildo into her ass. Her brass was pressed into her pillow, but I could make out dull sounds of ecstasy.

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

As I watched her, my paw found my pecker, and using spitting and pre-cum for lube I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must feature sensed me there, because she turned her read/write head and looked at me. The punishment of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.

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

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her articulatio genus. Face down, ass up, her undefendable asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would bonk her. I would fuck her hard. This would not be making make out, this would be concentrated, selfish, fauna sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no encourage invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping asshole, and slid testis deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread capable by the plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entrance, and squeezed my pecker firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed positions, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to jazz her ass, she pushed the mind of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her twat added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my plowshare of coeds while in college, but zero had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her articulatio coxae 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 other Nox, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

arrival down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her grimace to my tool, her torso following. Anticipating my aim, she took my tool in her hand and guided it to her overt mouth. I leaned forward and my hammer disappeared into her mouth, sliding deep into pharynx. Gripping her head, I began to hump her grimace. Slowly at outset, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so unspoilt, and I was so excite, I couldn't deem back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her back talk with my semen. 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 floor, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a face of thirst merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my shaft clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my pegleg apart, and began to suck and work with my balls, taking each in turn, into her back talk. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to pick under my ball sack, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my arsehole 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 morning, furious that individual had assaulted Millie. I had come plate expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to cover the scumbag to the police. Only to find out out that she had been a uncoerced and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the upshot of the night before.

It was now earn to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the past few hebdomad, her terrible gustatory perception in men, all made signified. She had been passed from one dominant male person to another. Likely starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no clew exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my metrical foot, her oculus closed, a contented grin on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my delight, and now she lay in about as submissive a position as potential. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her campaign had made me find wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my weaponry, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her sleeve 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 true reason she had given me this way. She had given me the lord bedroom. From the very outset, when I had walked into this house she had tried to order me what my coming to know 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 master's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her back into her way. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my arms around her, and pressing back into my warmheartedness, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an hour. She seemed so unlax and contented here in my arms. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was confident that I had made the right option tonight.

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

laying there, it took a spell, but eventually a architectural plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more confident I was that I was the counterbalance course for Millie. We would jump a new relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to kip thought, this will be interesting .