For the past 5 days, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my auntie Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty in force sex - nice sum of money of twist to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her holes after so much sex. Ellen is my Dad's younger Sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman… she's about 5 animal foot 8, 170 hammering, got a fat ass, huge titties with a flimsy gut. Her fat ass is the C. H. Best, it aged well as she's got some slight sag to it, but it sags into a perfect mozzarella bubble butt. I love nothing more than laying her on her stomach, spreading that butt end and eating that son of a bitch - but this tale will focalise on our first base time having sex and the process leading up to it.



I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one nation over from me, so when I was Whitney Young, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe 5 or 6 times a year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her married man for the weekend and pass clock time with them in the woodwind instrument where they lived.



Ellen had divorced her hubby and lived alone by the metre I was a teenager. As the old age flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her mansion, and a completely week during the summer. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to aunty Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I'd masturbate to thought of having sex with her every morning and Night and had snapped characterization of her can on my flip speech sound whenever I got the chance.



When I was 18, I spent a weekend at her house and was bored and horny. Aunty Ellen was out of the house for a while and I had the superb idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her draftsman and took out a sporty thong. I was intrigued and hard as a stone ; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned lash - there wasn't a single duo of scanty in her drawer, only thongs and G-string. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my psyche, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a cascade and I took that first one home and used it as a cum rag for the weeks until I next visited her.



I loved having her lash around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it - I planned adjacent metre to ask one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the succeeding sentence for hebdomad, I always asked her if I could come over but had to look for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car. sure enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some sort of nutrient from a restaurant for an self-justification to go through her way. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty shackle, but it was empty the get-go clock time I checked. I was very frustrated.



The next day, she also went out of the mansion and this time her unsporting underwear and dungaree from yesterday were in the hamper. My phallus shot up to a tilt the moment I saw that Black person thong in there. I took it out of her dungaree, dropped my gasp, and laid down on her bed - I was fix to become drunk by my aunty's musk.



I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the cunt and asshole string, and giving it a secure inspection. The twat blanket was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussycat and dickhead all day. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina covert all the way down past tense where her arsehole rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the olfactory perception. I inhaled the cunt for and masturbated for 5 minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready, spread the thong to the vagina covert, and started to lick every second power column inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest sexual climax of my spirit.

After her croch olfactory property pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened flip-flop back in the hamper, brushed my dentition, took a exhibitioner, and spent the rest of the day with aunty Ellen, knowing exactly what her pussy and SOB smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her post. This clip I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new flip-flop, and brought it into the shower where I did the Sami thing. This time, I threw the lash into my bag to claim her musk nursing home with me.



The next time I came over was for a week in the summer, and Aunt Ellen was still working, so the house was totally empty during the weekdays. Also, I learned that she started a new early morning everyday 2-mile jog before showering and going to act at 8:00. That week at her house was a pure musk fest. Monday-Friday, I'd wake up in the cockcrow as she's ready to leave and tells me adios. I'd eat the breakfast she left me, then point right to her room for the first gear hammer beating of the day.

Her mail jog thongs were the effective. Different one every day, same amazing fetor of sweaty vagina and mother fucker. Boy, those post-jog flip-flop were right, way more stinky and danker than the thong she had plastered to her golf hole all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them ; I was capable to literally suck the travail and juices out of the function of the flip-flop by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what auntie Ellen's sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.



During that summer calendar week, I also took the familiarity to search her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her wardrobe in a shoebox, under corner of other shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a long purpleness thick shaft. The black one was probably 4-5 inches but vibrated really hard and fast, the big one didn't vibrate but was girthy, veiny and about 10 inches long. The intellection of aunty Ellen fucking herself in her trap with her toy filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toy that pleased her hole. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small black one up her arsehole on high up vibration and ramming herself with the thick Brobdingnagian purpleness one. Even though I'm a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my prick on full vibe way while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I've been doing this any hazard I've had since then when she's out of the house - even after we started fucking each former.



Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with aunt Ellen - whenever I'd come over, I'd service myself to her pussy and bastard musk from her dirty hamper and take the episodic distich home with me so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like life ago stealing her panties from her hamper to get a nut - especially since, nowadays, if I want her thong I can peel one fresh from her doggystyle pussy and asshole before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her.



Once college started, I started seeing aunt Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nighttime and only spent a few hours on a visit if anything. I also was having sex with women my age, and life was just moving on. Even though I only had limited clip usable to see her, we still stayed close and kept in pinch through text message and played Minecraft together. I still was down as Hades to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunity for sex that were closer to me.



During the summer of my next-to-last yr of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to motor out to her star sign and spend a week there before the declension semester began. We ended up picking a calendar week in the middle of July as her company was closed that Friday. She used her time off for Tuesday-Thursday so she could hang out with me all week. On that Monday morning I learned that she continued to do her break of day run before going into the role, she hadn't broken the routine after more than 2 years. That thong was all mine the irregular she left for piece of work. It was so nice getting another duad of exceedingly overbold step-in right off her elbow grease drenched croch - emptied my sack and sucked the pussy and asshole string clean all day long before she got home. By the metre I was finished with it, the G-string wasn't even crappy anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk right out of it before putting it back in her hamper.



Since she was off from work for the rest of the week, and because she moved her home office into her bedroom, I couldn't get any of her panties for the repose of the week. After she went on her morning streamlet, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck clean to a greater extent of her icky undies. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it - for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her pussy stink.



I had the extremely reckless estimation of sneaking into her room once the exhibitioner started after her morning jog, using her thong to amaze out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that could've been the worst conclusion of my life but has since played out to be one of the best conclusion I ever made, and I wouldn't have done it differently if I could do it all again.



My plan was reckless, but it was going to lick out fine… the floors in her sleeping room were newly redone roofing tile, no need to worry about creaky floors as I crept in. I wouldn't go in until her shower started and I knew that she normally had her shower on for about 10 hour each morning after her run. I needed her musky lash so bad that I knew 2-3 minutes with her pussy in my face was all I'd need for my nut - plenty of time to get in and out.



After contemplating whether to do it, I figured fucking it and decided to give it a shot when she got home from her run - if any negative signs popped up when I opened the doorway to her room, I'd just leave. certainly enough, shortly after she came rest home from her run drenched in sweat. She took off her jersey and was in a sports bra and tight blacken leg covering. I literally licked my brim as I watched her move around when she got habitation and saw the rubric of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog perspiration on her croch to really rob into her lash for that stinky-musky goodness.



Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her way and got unappareled for her rain shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. Less likely that she would find out anything outside the can whatsoever. After about 2 minutes passed, I decided it was clock time to ca-ca my motility and get that nut. The threshold to her sleeping accommodation didn't even make a cheep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goodness.



Boy on that particular proposition day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog snatch and prick for 20-30 transactions after going for a run. I was able-bodied to smell the musk by simply standing next to the shackle. I could experience the flip-flop was strong and wet in my bridge player when I grabbed it - nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toy. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum sock ready to collect my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.



That thong was absolutely scrumptious - the purest fragrance of her snatch and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any unlike from putting her on her stifle after her jog, sticking her naked ass richly up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the reference ( trust me, I know since that's something I love to do now before our sex sitting ). The plan was going corking, I started stroking my diamond-solid shaft after I put the shit string into my mouth with the vagina cover right under my nose for the tri-sensory experience of penchant, sense of smell, and smell. I was high as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating in such close proximity to her made my 8 inch stand straight up without aid from my hand.



Halfway into beating off, thong on my nuzzle and in my mouth, cock hard as a rhombus Harlan Fiske Stone - out of absolutely nowhere, the bathroom door shoots open. My heart sank into the deepest crevice of my chest, I hadn't been so uneasy, embarrassed, and startled in my entire lifespan. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this full point.



Aunt Ellen had the water running the total time, but she hadn't entered the shower yet … she was doing something else in the bathroom the entire time I was in there. She didn't seem to pick up me because she was as shocked as I was when she walked out. She walked out of the room butt-naked and literally jumped in the air, startled to see me sprawled out on her bed, my turncock hard as a rock and her thong in my face. Her juicy tit bounced as gravitational force pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very Elwyn Brooks White titty - a nice dividing line I thought. An expression of restiveness and headache filled my face and neither of us could even speak a Good Book.



What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment of my life. sort of than flipping out, asking me what I'm doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my pugilist and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks ; ruffle hard as a rock in my paw, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my heart. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, fan out my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into my put up putz and ballsack.



Without a Good Book, she got right up onto my croch, took my hired man off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick biff. Amazed, I must've dead reckoning a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sackful before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my balls. leftfield and right testicle were sucked into her rima oris one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up.



At that, she let my clump destitute from her mouth and I let out a deep groan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned"holy ass Ellen"as she rhythmically forced my putz to the depth of her throat and punt up to her lip, lathering my putz with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire time. I'd never had such soundly bean at this point in my sprightliness - she was straight up throat fucking my tool - and I couldn't do anything but moan, ooze pre-cum and suck the vagina straight from her stinky thong.



After about 2-3 minutes of aunty Ellen sucking the life from my stopcock, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knee, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale clean ass right onto my unprotected shaft. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for 10 sec before spitting in her paw, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her tender, damp love canal. I had a perfect thought of her fat ass and brown bootyhole mysterious squatting onto my cock.



Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to township on my unanimous cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the case as she hadn't been married for over 8 years and hadn't really had many family relationship with then - she probably wanted this as a good deal as I did. She was practically screaming from the pleasure of riding my cock, feeling the pre-cum ooze into her, and getting me as hard as potential. I was in absolute paradise, laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her dickhead in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juice out of her G-string - I couldn't handle it for too long without exploding.



After about 90 bit of my aunt's vicious riding, my cock couldn't take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn't handle to a greater extent than 90 instant of her 50-year-old pussy. That shit was so tight and wet, it massaged my dick so well, her pussy felt absolutely glued to my cock like a suction cup. We hadn't said a word up to this tip, so I definitely wasn't going to be the showtime to verbalise and say I'm going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut abstruse into her vag.



As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my putz getting harder and taunt firm and faster. Before I knew it, I was breathing hard as fuck and moaning as I shot pump after pump of my semen straight into my aunt's love canal. She let out an"ahhhh"as she felt the cum fill her up. After my nut was in her, she just sat there squatted over for a few seconds, giving me a good terminal tone at her asshole and my cock filling her twat up."sanctum shit, that was amazing Ellen !"I said as I let her grime thong pin out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the strait that was emitted when she pulled my pecker out and the suction of her snatch was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first metre, watching my seminal fluid pour out of the trap, making a massive pool on my tum. That was a monumental nut, and probably the best of my life-time even though it was so abruptly lived.



Without saying a word of honor, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the consortium of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to train the shower she originally intended to hold. Our kinship was never the Same after those 10-minutes.



Tune in for part 2 soon ! ! !