Nephew’s Casual Sex with Aunty: Chapters 1 + 2

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, the process leading up to it, and the immediate aftermath.

I had been close with 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 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. 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 – 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 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 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 me 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. 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 crotch parts of her thong before experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

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 cloth string stuck to her pussy and asshole all day 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, which was a common masturbation tactic of mine when I visited her house (jerk a quick one with the water running so she couldn’t hear anything). I went into her room like a ninja, grabbed the newest worn thong out of the hamper, and brought it into the shower to get a wildly enjoyable nut. This time, I threw the thong into my bag to take her musk home with me.

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 sweaty vagina and asshole. The post-jog thongs were so powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day – a pleasant mix of sweat and womanhood. Her post-jog thongs were still damp 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 crotch. By the end of that week I knew exactly what aunt Ellen’s sweaty vagina and asshole tasted like.

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.

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 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 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 sweaty vagina and asshole.

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 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 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.