In the past, I'd only sexually worship aunt Ellen from afar. Everything changed during summer break 5 years ago.
For the past 5 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 so much sex. 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. 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 – but this story will focus on our first time having sex and the process leading up to it.
I had been close with Ellen my entire life. She lived one state over from me, so when I was 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 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. Since my teenage years, I became sexually attracted to Aunt Ellen and was rather infatuated with her. Whenever I was at her house, I’d masturbate to thoughts of having sex with her every morning and night and had snapped pictures of her butt on my flip phone 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 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 – I planned next time to take 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. 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 also went out of the house and 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 become intoxicated by my aunt’s musk.
I remember taking that 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. I spread it wide and inhaled all the way from the top of the vagina cover all the way down past where her asshole rested the entirety of the previous day. My god I was drunk from the smell. I inhaled the pussy 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 cover, and started to lick every square inch of the croch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.
After her croch 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 her pussy and asshole smelled and tasted like. I pulled the same stunt the next day, except I did it while she was home in her office. This time I did it prior to showering, so I went in like a ninja, got her new thong, and brought it into the shower where I did the same thing. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk 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 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 sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen’s sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.
During that summer week, I also took the liberty to explore her entire room and I came across her dildo box. Hidden deep into her closet in a shoebox, under boxes of other shoes, I found a small black vibrator and a long purple thick cock. 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 thought of aunt Ellen fucking herself in her holes with her toys filled me with lust. I wished it could be my cock instead of the toys that pleased her holes. I constantly jerked off to the thought of her sticking the small black one up her asshole on high vibration and ramming herself with the thick huge purple one. Even though I’m a straight man, I stuck her black vibrator up my asshole on full vibration mode while I inhaled her thong and shot a nut. I’ve been doing this any chance I’ve had since then when she’s out of the house - even after we started fucking each other.
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 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 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 was down as hell to dick her down but was distracted by other opportunities for sex that were closer to me.
During the summer of my junior year of college, I was almost 21 and she just turned 50. We planned for me to drive out to her house and 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 2 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 croch – emptied my sack and sucked the 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 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 clean more of her stinky 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 idea of sneaking into her room once the shower started after her morning jog, using her thong to beat out a super-fast nut, then escaping without making a sound. Let’s just say that could’ve been the worst decision of my life but has since played out to be one of the best decisions 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 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 10 minutes each morning after her run. I needed her musky thong 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 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. Sure enough, shortly after she came home from her run drenched in sweat. 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 the gloss of her sweat on her skin. We chatted a bit and ate breakfast together, allowing her post-jog sweat on her croch to really soak into her thong for that stinky-musky goodness.
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. Less likely that she would hear anything outside the bathroom whatsoever. After about 2 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.
Boy on that particular day the thong was the dankest musk I’ve ever experienced, probably since she let it sit on her post-jog pussy and asshole for 20-30 minutes after going for a run. I was able to smell the musk by simply standing next to the hamper. I could feel the thong was warm and wet in my hand 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 collect my load after her thong pulled it from my ballsack.
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 (trust me, I know since that’s something I love to do now before our sex sessions). 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 under 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 in such close proximity to her made my 8 inches stand straight up without assistance from my hands.
Halfway into beating off, thong on my nose and 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.
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. She had brown nipples and very white titties – a nice contrast I thought. 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; cock hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an 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 my erect cock and ballsack.
Without a word, she got right up onto my croch, took my hand off of my cock, grabbed it at the base and gave it a good squeeze before quickly and delicately giving the tip a quick lick. Amazed, I must’ve shot a pump of pre-cum out of my cock after her tongue grazed it. She then licked it all the way down to the sack before she proceeded to suck the shit out of my 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.
At that, she let my balls free from her mouth and I let out a deep moan as she wrapped her lips around my tip and swallowed my whole dick. I moaned “holy fuck Ellen” 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, 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 cock, 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 10 seconds before spitting in her hand, lubing up the cock, and slipping it into her warm, moist love canal. I had a perfect view of her fat ass and brown bootyhole deep squatting onto my cock.
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 as she hadn’t been married for over 8 years and hadn’t really had many relationships with then - she probably wanted this as much 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 possible. 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 asshole in the air for me to watch while I sucked the juices out of her thong – I couldn’t handle it for too long without exploding.
After about 90 seconds of my aunt’s vicious riding, my cock couldn’t take it anymore. Even in the prime age for sex, I couldn’t handle more than 90 seconds 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 point, so I definitely wasn’t going to be the first to speak and say I’m going to cum… I knew damn well that I was going to plant my nut deep into her vag.
As I got closer and closer to coming, she could feel my cock getting harder and rode faster 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 final look at her asshole and my cock filling her pussy up. “Holy shit, that was amazing Ellen!” I said as I let her dirty thong fall out of my mouth. *Pllluuurrppp* was the sound that was emitted when she pulled my cock out and the suction of her pussy was released. After my cock was out, I stared into her still squatting, semi-gaping, vagina for the first time, watching my semen pour out of the hole, making a massive puddle on my stomach. That was a massive nut, and probably the best of my life even though it was so short lived.
Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to take. Our relationship was never the same after those 10-minutes.