My name 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 student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't certain how I was going to afford bread and butter in one of the most expensive part in the country.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her younger sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 twelvemonth old. She is dead, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a younger rendering of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 twelvemonth, but he died in at study tie in accident about the meter I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the caller in exchange for a speedy closure, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from rich, but she owns her home and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of beau. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a slut, it's more that she just has atrocious taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the Guy she has dated since Don passed seem to be even worse than he was.

earreach 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 cerebration of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally better than moving back home, but free is liberate, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay on with her for as long as it took me to come up a place I could afford.

I am creature of substance abuse, and take my daily routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by degree, but my avowedly love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my day-after-day entries. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee bean with my value Keurig, and write about the outcome of the prior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many days. I find mornings, when everyone else is departed, to be the most contributive fourth dimension of day to drop a line. Some days I can't think anything occupy to write about, and on those days my entrance are poor. But when life gets interesting, I find myself lost in my authorship, and before I know, an 60 minutes 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 months. She takes good care of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, poppycock like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not cockeyed. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might conceive her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few multitude give her a indorsement look. To both the casual observer and to her lifelong friends, she is just a typical drilling middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not bore, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A secret she has kept hidden from her class and friends, and only shares a pocket-sized cadre of intimate. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her surreptitious with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, occupy. As I said earlier, when my life gets worry, I tend to write very detailed entries in my journal. Since interesting things were happening on a daily groundwork, I documented the day-to-day occurrence in very graphic contingent.

I am not a nifty writer. I will never write the dandy American novel. I will likely never even try to spell anything Charles Frederick Worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn report, and in conclusion week I realized that posting excerpts from my diary on this internet site is the closest I will ever come to being a published author.

One terminal author's note. You will likely guess Millie's secret much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porno site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good mind of how this will play out. I on the other hand was documenting my day-to-day case in real time, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my Aunt Millie's sign around 9pm last night. After offering me a cold potable she showed me around the seat. Built in the 50's, the business firm is lowly. I would guess the main house isn't much more than 1000 square feet. There are two sleeping accommodation, one bathroom, a life room and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a elbow room with a TV and some drill equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.

After a quick tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the great bed. When I tried to reason, she just went quiesce. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the with child bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my tripper. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the living room, sat down on an outsized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my stumble, so won't go into detail again, but she was very paying attention. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a foresighted day, and I was tired, so when my beer was abandon, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can find out her in the rain shower. I will give her a few second, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( generator note, just a reminder, I write these entries each morning, so the event for the most part are the prior day's events, Hope that makes sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first week was uneventful. I bought some line of work casual 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 1st matter each sunup. She frequently does yoga in the eventide before bed.

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

I was half way into the way before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her metrical unit was resting on the position of the tub, spreading her legs enough to dedicate me an unhindered panorama of her freshly shaved pus.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the front line door 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, objurgate that, she was hot ! With that live on thought, my body began to react as any 24-year-old male would react when looking at a hot naked cleaning lady.

But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an parenthesis. I have now had nearly 24 hr to remember about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the solid thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The first daybreak I was at her house she came into the bath to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so zilch Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because bastard like that happens all the fourth dimension with college roommates. But I now realize that this may throw been the offset of a pattern. A couple days later I walked in on her sitting on the pot. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the toilet door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, scanty around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would make expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the want of a ringlet and told me not to concern 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 open, staring at her. And she makes no crusade to spread over 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 mitt. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few slim line of products of shaving cream on her stage and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No trouble, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you ”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the sink. As she did so my heart were drawn to her boob. As she leaned over they swung free of her chest and swayed face to side. They were firm, entire, and looked very inviting.

My brainiac finally began to act, and I said,"excuse me"and started to back out the room, fumbling for the doorhandle.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for work. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small deal towel just out of her ambit on the swallow hole. 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 shave ointment from between her stage, leaving the thin line of credit that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bathroom to script her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small lavatory, basically the width of a bathtub. To exit she was forced to reverse sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her vertical pap rubbed against my bare arm, and her left paw"accidently"brushed my private parts. This was the inaugural sentence that I realized just how poor a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to resist the temptation, and turned to check her as she left the bathroom and walked to her way. Stopping at her door and steadying herself by resting a handwriting on the threshold frame, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankle and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable derriere perspective of her kitty and asshole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone former than my aunt I would accept followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to stick with her, reasonableness stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom doorway.

I took a tenacious shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a intimate noise coming from her room. Millie had closed the room access while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that speech sound. It was the distinct buzz of a Hitachi magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that sweep over vibrator. Realizing I would be late for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my way threw my apparel on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to go on 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 shtup. I seriously couldn't block thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her pap against me in the bathroom, and that her script brushing by my cock was also not an chance event.

Her pelt was lightly tanned, with no discernable bathing suit lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a flogging beauty shop or tanned au natural in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health program, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her babe was seemingly infernal region bent grass on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was dwelling house, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the tenuous yoga pants I have ever seen, and a lilliputian sports bra. Both of which left petty to the imagination. With her eating away that rig there was no way I could join her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a pelting check and instead went for a run. Returning abode I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched erotica for a patch, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - final stage night she asked me to avail her lift weights after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the judiciary. If anything, her clothing was even more reveal than the night before. She is wearing a Edward White mutant bra and clean yoga trouser. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her physical exercise was intense, and both became so see-through from the sweat, 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 even run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my elbow room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to avoid a repeat of the prior two nights, I stayed late after workplace and exchanged texts with a couple young lady from spunk, but neither were really matter to. By the sentence I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday morning, and the first workweek in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how trouble I was by the goings on at home base. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home finally nighttime. She had again made dinner party, which was toothsome. I continue to feel shamefaced about her purchasing and making all the meals, but she insists it's okay. Once I get my firstly 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 champion for drinks.

This was the first time I had the firm to myself for an evening. I went to my room, stripped to my drawers, closed my door and watched an episode of"House of wag"on my iPad. Watching Claire pass around the White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't service me with my crush on my painter Aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My body relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my thinker wander into fantasy.

In my lustful fantasy, 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 fantasize continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my packer down and sucking my rooster into her mouth. Her expert spit and sass were quickly rewarded as my putz grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shaft with her hired hand. Our eye met as her glossa began to thumb the tip of my hammer. Breaking eye liaison, her lust found another target and she began to suck my formal, first sucking one, then the other into her sass. All the while she continued to stroke my cock irradiation, avoiding the sensitive brain to assure I didn't get too excited, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my prick, and after working her way up the light beam she placed her sass over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the barb with her helping hand. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. get together little opposition, my cock slid down her pharynx and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my breakwater. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to reject, or draw in back. Instead, she began to work my lump. This took me over the bound, and all the imperativeness that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every dip, and as I released her head, she sucked every cliff from my now softening member.

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

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

The door opened and aunt Millie stuck her head in,"Oh Shit ”.

I was so recondite into my fantasy that it took me a second base to realize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the threshold 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 lights in my room were off, but the light from the hall provided decent illumination for Millie to see my cock poking out of my boxers with my paw wrapped around it. The head was covered with a humble mitt towel, draped there to hold open me from spraying the walls and my cheek with ejaculate. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My fantasy had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roomy. But unlike prior happening, which had involved roommates and their lady friend, this was my 40 something year old auntie. Not goodness.

Our eye met, and for a endorse we both froze, then the goddamn thing happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her"Oh motherfucker ”, it took her about 5 sec to compose herself. Then her optic 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 vacuous so I decided to go to the store. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to dash up into a sitting position, pushing my cock back into my shortstop and replied,"Nope, I think I'm honorable ”.

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

A few minute of arc later I heard the front door close. I had lost the desire to finish my business 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 block thinking about Millie, was to find a hot piffling slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck gold with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to assemble for lunch tomorrow. With hazard that will take to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie shoemaker's 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 girl from tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my aforethought luncheon with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about sentence I got myself laid. The box of her mouth twisting up in a grinning, I was sure she was thinking about former nighttime. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the post to just let her know. She said she would seduce 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 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was bang-up. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in Town during the day, and waitresses at a sport bar respective times a workweek in the evening. After tiffin, she sexted me a bare-breasted snap of her, and asked me to meet her at the sport bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed well-chosen 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 headache and began watching ESPN on one of the big blind. Julie's uniform was basically a clone of the motor horn tight top and shorts, except hers was luminousness blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her shift ended, Julie went into the rachis 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 minutes of diminished talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would need Millie's household, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had motorcar, so I gave her the name and address and escorted her to her car. Always the man 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, 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 place of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring details, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner and did my laundry. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty a good deal ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the house 5 minutes before Julie point back to the bedchamber and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand leave her into my elbow room. I didn't close the doorway completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to get wind me fucking Julie, leaving no doubt in her creative thinker that I wasn't interested in her.

I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was raw underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dancing for me. She has a peachy body.

There is a desk and a death chair in my room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the president and gave me a reverse job. She was trade good, but I could tell she had learned how to hold a puff job watching internet porn. There was lots of slapping my tool around on the side of her face, and smacking of lips. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and punishing, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the hot seat, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a pause,"And some lubricant ? You are really big."

I did let safe, and some lube. But I hadn't fully take out and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would think I would have been better cook, but no. It took a few minutes, 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 limp, so she waved me over to mishandle me back up. Once I was hard again she put the condom on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the professorship around and spread her shaved kitty-cat and began to labour my putz into her. She was really tight, and the president was on wheels, so she and the chairperson began to roll across the story. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the chairman kept swiveling. This wasn't going to run, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her backbone and showed an bewilder tier of tractableness as she pulled her knees up to her pinna. In this attitude, I had something to drive against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my tool into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could stuff deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to didder in her first sexual climax.

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

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her branch. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her middle, she said in a very determined and intense vocalisation,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking discontinue ! piece of ass me ! ”. This brought me back to the business enterprise at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalization increased as her eyelids opened and her centre rolled back into her mind. Chancing one Sir Thomas More look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to British 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 covers. In less than a bit 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 lav, and flushed the condom. Returning to my room, I considered my choice, then just climbed into bed following to her.

This morning I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still open and I could smell Baron Verulam and pick up food cooking 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 toilet. By the time I got back to the way, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her shoes in one handwriting she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the doorway, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a plate with scrambled eggs and 2 part of Roger Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was nice"

June 28 - When I got home base from study last night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a notation saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few Thomas More episode of House of Cards, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom door was closed this first light, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Saturday aurora ! Another hebdomad, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sat I varied my normal act, 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 live on Nox. She mumbled something, but I didn't really listen her reply. I was too focused on her wrist joint. Specifically, at the burnished 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 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 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 toilsome kitchen electric chair. 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 verbalize 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 press the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was early evening by the prison term I got home. I went into the house, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to enshroud it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am mighty back into the literary argument, our vocalization slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to report him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

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

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

She went pipe down 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 sprocket in her school principal turning as she looks for a way out.

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

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

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

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple note. It looks like she was whipped with a joystick. And then there is the other thing. She has a jeweled hack in her ass.

Pulling her short back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very quash 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 explicate. Not everyone is into vanilla extract sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

"I like ... ”, but her vocalism trails off, as she stops to conglomerate her thoughts."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another intermission. Then with a upsurge,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a little rasping ”.

Another pause, as she gives me sentence to process 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 details. I wanted to hear particular. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor short innocent little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with last 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 leak out."

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

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

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

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

Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the point in time immediately with,"What the hell did you hit her with shoemaker's last night ? Her ass looks like raw beefburger"

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

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

Then with hilarity in his voice, 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 voice raising in a question.

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 sawbuck for 3 60 minutes. For that form of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just follow them. First fourth dimension she had me lather 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 word of it. I knew his eccentric. Hell, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to want to dominate a unforced cleaning woman, to penalize 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 living 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 mind 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 daggers at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was good of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a rest bastard, and finally tell me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to pull my phone out of my pouch to call the copper, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this sentence they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her underdrawers, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the fire hydrant 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 position the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to pick every surface. While doing this her centre are closed, and I see a modification cum over her. She softens, begins to sway a little, losing her residuum, she reaches out with her free handwriting and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

Finishing, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit chagrined, 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 make out her. feed 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 take care at Millie. She was looking at me, binge welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her promontory 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 shank 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 nipple, while the digit of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her button.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that zippo had happened, that nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe take her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid Menachem Begin to run down her inner thigh. At for the first time I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juices running down her wooden leg. Her breathing was heavy, and though her principal was bowed, I could see her nerve had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to sway. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turn, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My learning ability 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 frame and stared at her close bedroom door. My creative thinker kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comforter her. Should I just contribute her seclusion, leave and come back later, venture zero had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be fine.

But it wasn't ok. We could never yield to just roommates, and the unanimous Aunt / Nephew moral force was pretty practically out of the question.

It is puzzle how fast the brain industrial plant, because within minutes I realized that neither of these alternative would ever make. Then as I sat there, staring at her room access, trying to image it out, a one-third option popped into my head. I should go shtup her.

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

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. lack 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 open up the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just open 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 human foot hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her stage clenched tightly together. I heard the bombination of her vibrator, and recognized the king cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the sales outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its powerful safe straits was clearly weigh firmly against her clitoris. Her unexpended arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her ripe hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her typeface was pressed into her pillow, but I could wee out muffled strait of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Word of God. Trying to work what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most humiliating result of her life, and instead of curling up in a ball and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

As I watched her, my manus found my dick, and using spit and pre-cum for lubricator I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must bear sensed me there, because she turned her point and looked at me. The punishment of her mother fucker slowed briefly, then resumed, her stroking now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, eyes locked, matching stroke 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. boldness down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would be intimate her. I would sleep together her severely. This would not be making have a go at it, this would be hard, selfish, animal 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 peter against her agape arse, and slip orchis deep into her.

Her breathing spell caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread give by the nag and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entering, and squeezed my cock firmly as it slid deep into her.

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

This was baffle, I had fucked my percentage of coeds while in college, but nothing had ever felt like this. I controlled my stride, and rammed her musket ball 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 fantasy of the other night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my hammer.

Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hairsbreadth and pulled her facial expression to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her subject oral cavity. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her mouth, sliding recondite into throat. Gripping her chief, I began to fuck her face. Slowly at offset, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so serious, and I was so excited, I couldn't obtain back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her lip with my semen. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every driblet from my twitching balls.

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

Sliding to the floor, she knelt between my pegleg, and began to expertly clean me with her spit. With a looking of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her mind and licked the length of my shaft clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck and work with my Lucille Ball, taking each in spell, into her lip. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my musket ball sack, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass nerve and licking my asshole clean.

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

I just lay on my vertebral column, staring at the roof trying to litigate what had just happened.

I had spent the morning time, angry that person had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome line about why she needed to describe the scumbag to the police. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no shuffling that, instigating party to the events of the Nox before.

It was now exculpated to me that Millie got off on submission and chagrin. The events of the past tense few weeks, her terrible sense of taste in men, all made signified. She had been passed from one prevalent male person to another. potential starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no hint exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my feet, her center closed, a contented smile on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a post 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 efforts had made me finger wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arms, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her arms 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 straight understanding she had given me this room. She had given me the master sleeping room. From the very get-go, when I had walked into this house she had tried to severalize me what my coming to live here think of to her.

I stood there, holding her in my munition 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 spine into her room. 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 warmth, 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 blazon. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was sure-footed that I had made the powerful alternative tonight.

I took a long hot shower bath, 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 perception of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now different.

Laying there, it took a while, but eventually a plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more convinced I was that I was the sort out course for Millie. We would part a new relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to sleep thought, this will be interest .