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 bookman loan, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure as shooting how I was going to yield living in one of the most expensive regions in the res publica.

Enter my auntie Millie. Mom and her younger Sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 old age old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a new translation of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 old age, but he died in at workplace touch accident about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the party in exchange for a speedy village, which combined with his life policy 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 boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a slut, it's more that she just has horrible taste sensation in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guys she has dated since Don passed appear to be even worse than he was.

listening I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me stick around with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The thought process of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally wagerer than moving back base, but spare is loose, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to find a office I could afford.

I am beast of habit, and need my daily routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by degree, but my honest love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my day-to-day ingress. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my cherish Keurig, and write about the upshot 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 forenoon, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive time of day to save. Some mean solar day I can't think anything interesting to save about, and on those days my first appearance are inadequate. But when animation gets interest, I find myself lost in my written material, and before I know, an minute has flown by, and I have to thrust 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, clobber like that. She is moderately, but not stupefy ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confound her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't apparel revealingly, and isn't overly coquettish, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a second look. To both the free-and-easy observer and to her womb-to-tomb 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 boring, nor is she a distinctive suburbanite. Millie has a mystic. A secret she has kept hidden from her family and friends, and only shares a pocket-size cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her mystery with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The revelation wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my spirit gets concern, I tend to write very detailed ledger entry in my diary. Since interesting things were happening on a daily basis, I documented the day-to-day happenings in very pictorial detail.

I am not a great writer. I will never pen the great American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publishing firm. But I do enjoy reading porn stories, and last week I realized that posting excerpts from my daybook on this site is the closest I will ever come to being a published source.

One concluding generator's note. You will likely guess Millie's secret much Oklahoman than I did. Since you found this on a pornography site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good melodic theme of how this will bring out. I on the other deal was documenting my daily issue in real time, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

sufficiency preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristical looking into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my Aunt Millie's family around 9pm last Night. After offering me a cold beverage she showed me around the lieu. Built in the 50's, the mansion is small. I would infer the main mansion isn't much more than 1000 public square metrical unit. There are two bedroom, one bathroom, a keep elbow room and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some employment equipment, and a washing room in a finished basement.

After a promptly tour of the house, she told me to put my hooey into the room with the expectant bed. When I tried to argue, she just went placidity. Then mumbled something about me being so marvelous, and that I should have the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the living room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into detail again, but she was very attentive. 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 evacuate, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can hear her in the shower. I will impart her a few hour, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a reminder, I write these entries each morning, so the case for the most percentage are the anterior day's events, Hope that makes sentiency ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The maiden calendar week was uneventful. I bought some business fooling 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 for the first time thing each daybreak. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

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

I was half way into the elbow room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her fundament was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her pegleg enough to give me an unhindered aspect of her impudently shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must bear heard the front 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 charwoman. No, redress that, she was hot ! With that lastly view, my consistence began to respond as any 24-year-old Male would react when looking at a hot au naturel char.

But before I return to describing the result of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to cerebrate about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an sixth sense. Maybe she set the whole affair up. This wasn't the first base incident in the bathroom. The first morning I was at her sign she came into the toilet to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so null Wyrd. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the prison term with college roommates. But I now realize that this may let been the kickoff of a figure. A yoke days later I walked in on her sitting on the privy. I would consume sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the john door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would let expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the want of a ignition lock 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 movement to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower curtain was pulled to the slope, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hired hand. As I said, her fundament was resting on the tub and there were a few sparse lines of shaving cream on her legs 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 sink. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her knocker. As she leaned over they swung release of her chest and shake position to side. They were firm, full, and looked very inviting.

My genius finally began to solve, and I said,"excuse me"and started to back 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 set up for work. Can you paw me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the swallow hole. 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 remainder shaving cream from between her legs, leaving the thin telephone line that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the john to manus her the towel, I was between her and the threshold. This is a small bathroom, basically the breadth of a tub. To exit she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her erect nipple rubbed against my bare arm, and her forget handwriting"accidently"brushed my fork. This was the number 1 sentence that I realized just how miserable a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to protest 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 bridge player on the room access bod, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankles and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable hind end view of her puss and motherfucker.

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

I took a prospicient shower. Long enough to rub off a raging erection. As I left the lav, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a comrade racket coming from her elbow room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the rain shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that sound. It was the distinct bombination of a Hitachi magic verge. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore class. Jessica was a huge fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be late for body of work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my elbow room threw my clothes on and headed out the room access.

It was all I could do to keep my psyche 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 aurora fucking. I seriously couldn't stop over thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her bosom against me in the can, and that her hand brushing by my cock was also not an accident.

Her hide was lightly tanned, with no discernible swimming costume lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a whipping beauty salon or tanned au lifelike in her back chiliad. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness plans, my intellect was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly blaze bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was household, and she invited me to connect her. She was wearing the slender yoga pants I have ever seen, and a tiny summercater bra. Both of which left fiddling to the imagination. With her wearing away that outfit there was no way I could join her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain check and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my elbow room. I watched porn for a piece, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - lastly dark she asked me to help her elevator weight after dinner party. I couldn't say no because she needed me to descry her on the work bench. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the Night before. She is wearing a T. H. White sports bra and tweed yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so tenuous and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so transparent 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 gear night in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my way when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to void a repeat of the anterior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged text with a twosome girls from kindling, but neither were really concerned. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday morning, and the low gear week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the goings on at home base. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last night. She had again made dinner, which was delicious. I continue to find shamed about her buying and making all the repast, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my first 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 supporter for drinkable.

This was the first time I had the house to myself for an evening. I went to my way, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an episode of"planetary house of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the Patrick Victor Martindale White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't avail me with my crush on my cougar aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

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

In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the door and entered my way. The light from the dorm 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 boxers down and sucking my putz into her oral cavity. Her expert tongue and mouth were quickly rewarded as my rooster grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shot with her hand. Our eyes met as her tongue began to flick the tip of my cock. breaking eye contact, her lust found another object and she began to suck up my balls, first sucking one, then the other into her sass. All the while she continued to stroke my cock slam, avoiding the sensitive head to see to it I didn't get too excited, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, 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 manus. The feeling was perplex, and I couldn't hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her school principal and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. encounter minuscule resistance, my cock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her expression. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or pull in back. Instead, she began to lick my balls. This took me over the edge, and all the insistence that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her breadbasket. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her foreland, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.

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

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

The threshold opened and auntie Millie stuck her oral sex in,"Oh Shit ”.

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

The Light in my elbow room were off, but the Light from the Charles Francis Hall provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my cock poking out of my packer with my hand wrapped around it. The head was covered with a pocket-size hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the walls and my font with ejaculate. A nursing bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stall.

My illusion had just turned into a nightmare.

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

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

I tried to scud up into a sitting spatial relation, pushing my cock back into my drawers and replied,"Nope, I think I'm good ”.

That was too very much of a straight product line for her to stand firm, so as she pulled the door closed said,"Yes, you certainly do look well ”.

A few minutes later I heard the face doorway 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 lonesome way to stop thinking about Millie, was to witness a hot picayune slattern to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on touchwood. I think I may have struck amber with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow. With fate that will moderate to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie live Nox my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to recount her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to hook up with a female child from touchwood that she might hold back trying to seduce me, so I told her about my plan tiffin with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The turning point of her mouth twisting up in a smile, I was for certain she was thinking about early dark. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the post to just let her know. She said she would make up 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 great. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a victimised car dealership here in township during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several fourth dimension a week in the evening. After lunch, she sexted me a braless shot of her, and asked me to touch her at the summercater bar after her slip 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 concern and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the honker tight top and boxershorts, except hers was twinkle blue devil, and the top was cropped, showing off her level abs.

When her sack ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a minuscule inkiness attire on, joined me at the tabular array, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few bit of minor lecture, before she asked me if I had a seat we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would involve Millie's sign of the zodiac, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had auto, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a spry 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 parole, 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 auntie until I could get a situation of my own, and that she was out with Friend and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring detail, 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 planetary house 5 minutes before Julie heads back to the bedrooms and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand go her into my room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear 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 naked underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a bully body.

There is a desk and a electric chair in my way. She had me sit on the boundary of the desk while she sat in the chair and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could assure she had learned how to give a setback job watching cyberspace porn. There was lots of slapping my pecker around on the side of her face, and smacking of rim. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me safe and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"shag 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 have condoms, and some lubricator. But I hadn't fully unpacked and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would imagine I would have been better prepared, but no. It took a few moment, 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 fluff 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 push my cock into her. She was really smashed, and the chair was on roulette wheel, so she and the hot seat began to wind across the floor. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the chairman kept swiveling. This wasn't going to make, and I said as practically. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her spine and showed an bewilder level of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her auricle. In this position, I had something to push against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my cock 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 agitate I could lunge deep. Her centre rolled back in her pass as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her for the first time sexual climax.

She was one noisy nookie. With each jabbing she would let out a piddling grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each knife thrust. When she came, she started moaning a deeply guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the back of her pharynx. She was so flash that I began bit guessing leaving the door open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the dorm watching us through the slightly open up doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit cark I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not treasure. Without opening her eye, she said in a very regulate and acute spokesperson,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking terminate ! fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the business at mitt, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her voice increased as her eyelids opened and her heart rolled back into her drumhead. Chancing one More face 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 flooring. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the covers. 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 lavatory, and flushed the condom. Returning to my way, 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 give and I could smell bacon and get word 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 bathroom. By the time 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 min later she was heading towards the room access, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a collection plate with scrambled eggs and 2 opus of Sir Francis Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was decent"

June 28 - When I got home from work last night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a greenback saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few Thomas More sequence of House of Cards, then escaped for an eve run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to fill up tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedchamber doorway was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home endure night.

June 29 - Sabbatum first light ! Another hebdomad, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sabbatum I varied my normal 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 endure dark. She mumbled something, but I didn't really get a line her reply. I was too focused on her carpus. Specifically, at the hopeful red markings on both of her wrists. 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 blab about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a trough of food grain, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the difficult kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the effect, but no topic what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her last night. 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 time I got abode. I went into the house, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice face pack. This just makes me mad, and I am veracious back into the argument, our interpreter slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to account 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 !"

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

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

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

She reacts differently to my new smell of articulation and submissively nods her top dog in accord. Standing up she unbuttons her short, hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls her underdrawers and panties to her stifle, then turns around.

"holy place shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is brilliantly red and streaked with regal lines. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other thing. She has a gemmed plug in her ass.

pull her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued part."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 representative lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's epithet.

"I like ... ”, but her voice trails off, as she stops to garner her thoughts."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another pause. Then with a thrill,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means thing get a little rough ”.

Another intermission, as she gives me time 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 details. I wanted to hear contingent. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor little innocent little affair, 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 pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the early to break the muteness, it was broken for us. The buzzer 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 for defeated, she replies,"expression like you get to come across my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in adequate forcible shape and I guess moderately openhanded. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the elbow room. 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 stage immediately with,"What the underworld did you hit her with last-place Nox ? Her ass looks like raw beefburger"

Showing little emotion, he drops his helping 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 mirth in his representative, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprise, 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 bucks for 3 hours. For that kind of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just follow them. low gear metre she had me whip 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 watchword of it. I knew his eccentric. Hell, in a lot of shipway I was just like him, or at least in my fantasise life I was. I knew what it was like to require to dominate a willing woman, 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 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 demonstrate."If that's the font, 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… manus it over ”.

Millie looked daggers at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was fully of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a prevarication asshole, and finally enjoin me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to pull my headphone out of my pocket to name the cops, when Millie unbuttons her drawers. She slides them down, and this fourth dimension 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 unperceivable handshake of his head, Rob stops her, and I watch her station 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 airfoil. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a alteration come over her. She softens, begins to persuade a footling, losing her balance, she reaches out with her relinquish hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

finishing, Millie now opens her optic as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit embarrass, see hands it to Rob.

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

I watched him go, then turned to look at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her center, 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 eye.

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 pectus and began pinching and twisting her left mamilla, while the fingers 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 nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe trail her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her inner thighs. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juice running down her legs. Her external respiration was heavy, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole consistence began to shake. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. Turning, she walked stiff legged to her sleeping accommodation, closing the threshold behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My encephalon was on overload, division of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her closed sleeping room doorway. My mind kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nix had happened. Or should I go smash on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be ok.

But it wasn't ok. We could never render to just roommate, and the whole Aunt / Nephew moral force was pretty much out of the question.

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

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My get-go reaction 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 take, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the couch, and walked to her door.

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

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flat on her bed, her feet hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the bombination of her vibrator, and recognized the power electric cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the wall plug by her bed over her second joint and disappearing between her legs, its powerful arctic head was clearly pressed firmly against her button. Her remaining arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right mitt pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her side was pressed into her pillow, but I could make out muffled sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a Word. Trying to treat what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most chagrin outcome of her life, and instead of curling up in a orchis and cry, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

As I watched her, my deal found my cock, and using spitting and pre-cum for lubricating substance I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must consume sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The punishment of her shit slowed briefly, then resumed, her solidus now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, center locked, matching cerebrovascular accident for shot until she broke the spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her articulatio genus to the bound of the bed, then raised up on her articulatio genus. case down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would fuck her. I would get laid her hard. This would not be making have it off, 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 further invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my rooster against her gaping asshole, and slue balls deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entry, 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 fuck her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing quivering in her twat added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my share of coeds while in college, but null had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her hips 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 prick.

reach down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her face to my cock, her physical structure following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her helping hand and guided it to her heart-to-heart mouth. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her lip, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her headway, I began to jazz her face. Slowly at first of all, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so right, and I was so excited, I couldn't bind back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling to the highest degree of the way out, I filled her oral fissure with my semen. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop cloth from my twitching balls.

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

Sliding to the level, she knelt between my pegleg, and began to expertly clean me with her knife. With a look of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her fountainhead and licked the length of my dig clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to fellate and play with my balls, taking each in turn, into her mouth. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulder, she continued to scavenge under my Ball sackful, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass impudence 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 trading floor at my feet.

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

I had spent the dawning, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the police. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating company to the events of the nighttime before.

It was now clear to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the yesteryear few workweek, her fearsome taste in men, all made good sense. 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 clue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my feet, her centre closed, a contented smile on her typeface. The entire clock time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a billet as possible. Curled up like a gripe at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the pauperism 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 sleeve, 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 way and saw my bed the epiphany hit. I finally realized the true reason she had given me this room. She had given me the master chamber. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to separate me what my coming to know here think of 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 rachis 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 affectionateness, she promptly fell asleep.

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

I took a foresightful hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind 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 livelihood with Millie was now unlike.

egg laying there, it took a piece, 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 correct course for Millie. We would start a new kinship in the forenoon. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

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