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For the past five years, I've been consistently laying down the pipe for my aunty Ellen. I'm currently 25, and she's currently 55. Despite that 30-year age difference, we have some pretty good sex -- nice amount of kink to it now as opposed to when we first started fucking - my cock is comfortable with her holes after having had so much sex with Auntie Ellen.

Ellen is my Dad's younger sister, and boy she's a big boned, voluptuous woman... she's about 5 foot 8, 170 pounds, got a fat ass, huge titties with a slight gut. She's a super pale Greek with brown hair that she commonly dyes orange. The color of her nipples, vagina and asshole change with the season, but she's usually pink through and through.

Her fat ass is the 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 and eating that asshole out after a long day of wear and tear.

I was close with Aunty Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was younger, I used to spend some weekends at her house, maybe five or six times per year. My parents would drop me off and I'd stay with her and her husband for the weekend and spend time with them in the woods where they lived.

Ellen had divorced her husband and lived alone by the time I was a teenager. As the years flew by, we remained very close and I still would come up and spend a few weekends at her house, and a whole week during the summer. At some point along the way, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen, and was rather infatuated with her.

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 brilliant idea of exploring her room when she went out the grocery store. Lacking creativity, I went into her drawer and took out a clean thong.

I was intrigued and hard as a rock; I had no idea Aunt Ellen only owned thongs - there wasn't a single pair of panties in her drawer, only thongs and G-strings. I smelled it, licked it, put it on my head, and probably even got naked and put it on myself. I then beat one off before taking a shower 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 thong around, but I always wished it had the scent of her vagina and asshole on it to bask in her womanhood-- so I planned for next time to take a used one from her dirty hamper. I was excited about the next time for weeks, I always asked her if I could come over but had to wait for my parents to take me up since I didn't have a car yet.

Sure enough, I eventually came up for another weekend, and I even asked her if she could pick up some sort of food from a restaurant for an excuse to go through her room. She obliged, and I immediately ran into her room and checked her dirty hamper, but it was empty the first time I checked. I was very disappointed.

The next day, she went out of the house, but this time her dirty underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed -- I was ready to change my life and become intoxicated by my aunt's musk.

I remember taking that little thong, spreading it to the pussy and asshole string, and giving it a good inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her pussy and asshole all day -- and the thought of it made my young cock hard as a rock. I spread it wide and slowly inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her asshole rested all day long the previous day.

My god I was drunk from the smell. My cock was oozing precum sniffing up her crotch string, as I breathed in right where her vagina rested an entire day. When I made my way to where her thong was wedged directly between her ass cheeks on that butthole, I got the pleasant smell of vagina sweat mixed with the Mexican food with extra beans we ate the previous night.

I inhaled my aunt's musk string and masturbated like a madman for five minutes straight before I realized that she probably wouldn't be out long. I got my cum sock ready and stuck my cock inside it to contain the massive pumps of sperm that were about to come. It was time to eat. I spread the thong to the vagina cover and started to lick and suck the juices out of every square inch of the crotch parts of her thong before pumping out the goop.

I started orgasming the second my brain processed the taste of Aunt Ellen's womanhood. I wasn't even able to make it to the asshole; the taste of her vagina was just too much to handle after everything my cock had already been through. In hindsight, the first thong wasn't even close to some of her most stinky and musky ... for the first time, as a young man, simply a slight taste of my aunt's vagina immediately ripped the cum out of my ballsack. It was so salty and sweaty, görükle escort bayan mixed with that fucking delicious vagina musk; I savored the taste as pump after pump was shot into my filled up cum rag.

After her intoxicating crotch scent pulled out my nut, I put the saliva dampened thong back in the hamper, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and spent the rest of the day with Aunt Ellen, knowing exactly what a tiny cloth string stuck to her pussy and asshole for the entirety of the previous day smelled and tasted like. Eating Mexican food with her made me hard ever since that moment.

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

Her post jog thongs were the best. Different one every day, same amazing stink of pure vagina and asshole mixed with sweat into a perfect musk concoction; inhalation of which got me high as a kite. The post-jog thongs were so powerful, way more stinky and danker than the average thong she had plastered to her holes all day. They were a pure embodiment of the scent of her primal womanhood and I was literally addicted to the stink.

Her post-jog thongs were still damp with sweat by the time I got to them; I was able to literally suck her sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong literally right on her asshole and pussy. By the end of that week I knew exactly what it would've been like to take Aunt Ellen after a 30 minute session on the treadmill, immediately proceeding into doggy style, sticking her ass directly into the air; removing leggings and thong and spreading that shit wide to reveal the womanhood; and literally smelling and sucking the life out of her holes.

I literally masturbated all day long to the sweaty thongs she'd leave behind after her runs. Every single day they were so strong and sweaty and fucking delicious; I couldn't resist pocketing at least a few of them. During the workweek, Aunt Ellen had two of the five thongs she put into her hamper magically vanish into thin air. I wondered for quite some time whether she ever though to herself, hmm, where the hell did my thongs go? Maybe when she was folding her laundry, she'd ask how the hell she had only three thongs. Either way, no proof and I didn't regret taking those babies home one bit. The thongs I took were super basic, simply black thongs that she probably couldn't specifically remember. Plus, those things kept the scent of her holes on them for like literally three years before I sniffed it all away.

Until I turned 20, this was the extent of my sexual relationship with Aunt Ellen. Whenever I'd come over, I'd help myself to her pussy and asshole musk from her dirty hamper and take the occasional pair home with me, so I always had something with her musk plastered to it at home. It seems like lifetimes 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 holes before smelling and tasting them as I stick my cock into her. But that level of sexual comfort with Ellen took a while to develop, as you will soon discover.

Once college started, I started seeing aunty Ellen less frequently, stopped spending nights 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 time available to see her, we still stayed close and kept in touch through text messages and played Minecraft together. I still wished I could eat her asshole and vagina before fucking the daylight out of her, and masturbated to thoughts of doing so all the time with her stinky paraphernalia, but I was definitely never considered the thought could become a reality.

During the summer of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for my parents to drive out to her house so I could spend a week there before the fall semester began. We ended up picking a 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 morning run before going into the office - she hadn't broken the routine after more than two years. That thong was all mine the second she left for work. It was so nice getting another pair of super fresh panties right off her sweat drenched crotch -- I emptied my sack and sucked the tiny pussy and asshole string clean all day long before she got home. By the time I was finished with it, the thong wasn't even stinky anymore, I sucked all the stinky musk altıparmak eskort 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 rest of the week. After she went on her morning runs, she took a shower in the bathroom connected to her room and never left me an opportunity to suck any of her sweat-drenched, stinky post-jog thongs clean. By Friday, I simply couldn't take it -- for whatever reason, I just couldn't resist smelling her sweaty vagina and asshole.

I had the extremely reckless idea of sneaking into her room once she turned the water on in her bathroom to take a shower after her morning jog. While she would be showering, I'd take the fresh post-jog thong out of her hamper or wherever she leaves it, lay on her bed with my nut-sock ready, and proceeding to use her thong to beat out a super-fast nut. Then, after the nut has been planted, I'd put the thong back where I found it, escaping without making a sound. Let's just say that it could've been the worst decision of my life but has since played out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.

My plan was reckless, but it was going to work out fine... the floors in her bedroom were newly redone tiles, 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 ten minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong so bad that I knew 2 minutes with her pussy and asshole juices 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 fuck 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 door to her room, I'd just leave. Shortly after, she came home from her run absolutely drenched in sweat. It was a super-hot day. She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight black leggings. I literally licked my lips as I watched her move around when she got home and saw sweat glistening on her pale white skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing the post-jog sweat on her crotch to really soak into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness. Her juices were allowed to marinate her thong for literally 30 to 40 minutes while we hung out, I knew it was about to be so ripe and couldn't wait.

Shortly after breakfast, she headed to her room and got undressed for her shower. I waited until I heard her open her bathroom door and was thrilled to hear it close behind her. It was way less likely that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever with the door closed. After about two minutes passed, I decided it was time to make my move and get that nut. The door to her bedroom didn't even make a peep as I opened it to slide in. I had my socks on, so I slipped across the room to her hamper to get the goods. I was already hard as a rock by the time I made the move into the room. My adrenaline levels were out of control as I was about to risk it all.

But my god, on that particular day the thong was the dankest musk I've ever experienced, the marination of the thong by post-workout asshole and vagina made the thong unimaginably musky. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper, before even getting into her pants. I could feel that the thong was warm and wet with crotch marination when I grabbed it -- nice and fresh from her holes, just how I liked my musky sniff toys. I silently climbed onto her bed, pulled my rock-solid cock from my shorts, and got my cum sock ready to do its job.

That thong was absolutely scrumptious -- the purest scent of her pussy and asshole I could get. It wouldn't have been any different from putting her on her knees after her jog, sticking her naked ass high up into the air, and directly breathing in and eating her post-jog vagina and butthole at the source.

The plan was going great, I started stroking my diamond-solid cock after I put the asshole string into my mouth with the vagina cover right over my nose for the tri-sensory experience of taste, smell, and feel. I was high as fuck from her musk and the thought of masturbating so close to her made my eight inches stand straight up without assistance from my hands. I was stroking my penis like a mad man, sucking the sweat out of her asshole, and smelling my aunt's vagina marination, all while she was less than ten feet away from me in the shower.

Halfway into beating off, vagina part of her sweaty thong on my nose and asshole in my mouth, cock hard as a diamond 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 nervous, embarrassed, and startled in my entire life. There was absolutely no hiding what I was doing at this point. I was exposed, my parents would find out that I'm sucking nilüfer escort the underwear of my dad's sister after she works out; I thought it was over for me.

Aunt Ellen had the water running the entire 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 hear 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 cock hard as a rock and her thong in my face. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word.

What occurred after this might've been the greatest moment of my life. Rather 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 boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks. My cock was hard as a rock in my hand, her stinky thong still in my mouth, and I must've had an overwhelming expression of nervousness in my eyes. With that, she got onto the bed, got low, spread my legs wide and I could see her eyes looking straight into her nephew's fully erect eight-inch dick and ballsack that was just inches from her face.

Without a word, she got right up onto my crotch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave my ballsack a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. After that quick lick, she got down low and started sniffing my balls and I just couldn't believe she was also a bottom feeder. Amazed, I must've shot a pump of pre-cum out of my cock. I remember thinking to myself, *quot;How the fuck am I alive right now?*quot; My aunt was legit smelling my ballsack and licked the tip of my completely erect penis. I am literally caught with her thong in my mouth and this is what happens?!

Before I was totally aware that I was alive, she licked my rod all the way from the tippy tip, down past my ball sack and literally grazed her tongue over my asshole and swirled it around before proceeding to suck the shit out of my sweaty balls. Left and right testicle were sucked into her mouth one after another with just enough pressure to feel the squeeze as her tongue lathered them up. Like I mentioned before, it was hot as hell that summer day and my balls must've been a swamp, but she visibly loved sucking the swamp straight off my big, brown balls. I discovered that my aunt was a certified freak and I was more excited than I had ever been in my life.

At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and what was about to follow would absolutely blow my mind out the back of my skull. I subconsciously moaned *quot;oh my fuuuuuck*quot; as my aunt wrapped her lips around my tip and proceeded to swallow my whole dick. I was moaning like a primate as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire time. I'd never had such good dome at this point in my life -- she was straight up throat fucking my cock and I couldn't do anything but moan like a crippled monkey, ooze pre-cum and stare at the scene in disbelief.

After about two minutes of sloppy throat fucking dome from aunty Ellen, she stopped without saying a word, got to her knees, turned around, got into a squad, stuck her butt way out and lowered that pale white ass right onto my unprotected cock. She grabbed it and rubbed my tip all over her prickly vagina for ten seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up her vagina hole, and slipping my iron cock right into her warm, moist, love canal. From my perspective, I just watched my aunt deep squat right onto my cock and slide her vagina to the base of my shaft. Never mind how fucking awesome it felt, I couldn't believe that I just watched my aunt's vagina envelope my dick. I literally saw her asshole; I was just still in such disbelief.

Once the tip was in, aunty Ellen absolutely went to town on my solid cock. She fucked me as if she hadn't fucked in years, which probably was the case! She hadn't been married for over eight years and hadn't really had many relationships since then - she probably wanted this more than 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 possible.

Me, on the other hand, I was personally in absolute paradise. Laying back as I watched my aunt expertly bounce up and down on my cock, moaning in sheer pleasure, waving her asshole in the air for me. Her vagina like a tight, silky, slippery glove gripping the fucking shit out of my dick. It massaged my dick with ease, it was like it was built to please a dick of my length and girth.

The icing on the cake? While she was riding me, I grabbed that stinky ass post-workout thong I'd been sucking when she caught me. I stuck the asshole part right back into my mouth to suck it clean. So, there I was; my aunt's vagina massaging every single drop of semen from my shaft with her vicious reverse cowgirl riding as I stared right at her asshole while her vagina was milking me. With all that, sucking the asshole sweat from her stinky thong as well? Heaven on earth.