Nephew and Aunt Ellen have a lot of Incest Sex by Encel
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This is the full story of Nephew’s Casual Sex with aunty – from the moment we discovered our sexual desire for each other, until nephew got to shoot a load into Aunty’s asshole. , 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, 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.