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 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.