Nephew’s Casual Sex with Aunty 1

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.