Seven-year-old Lao Gan Ma

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My godmother is the mother of a good friend. She just turned 60 this year, and I've known her for over ten years. We officially became sexual partners seven years ago, a few months after her husband passed away.

My godfather, due to years of excessive drinking, unfortunately developed liver cancer and was buried three days after his death. According to our local custom, widows aren't allowed to accompany their husbands, so she was alone at home. Seeing her so heavy-hearted that day, and knowing she had a serious heart condition, I was worried something might happen to her. So, I volunteered to stay with her while her children and relatives went to pay their respects to my godfather.

Sure enough, my godmother's grief triggered a heart attack that day. Fortunately, I quickly found some nitroglycerin and gave it to her. It took a long time for her heart rate to return to normal. I took care of her meticulously and attentively throughout the day, which helped ease her mood. It was because of my behavior that day that I left a deep impression on her. Before that, although I often stayed and ate at her house, it was always because of her son, my friend. Since then, because I was genuinely worried about her feelings and health, I visited her more frequently than before.

It's been over a month since my godfather passed away, and my godmother's mood has gradually brightened. Actually, my godmother was always an outgoing person, but she became very quiet after her husband's passing. Because I've been spending so much time with her, she and I have become more and more talkative. I also enjoy chatting with her. Since my godfather passed away, I moved into her room (where her young grandson also lives) to keep her company. We talk almost every day until very late, sometimes even falling asleep before dawn.

At first, I didn't have any ulterior motives towards her. To be honest, she wasn't good-looking, even quite unattractive. But it's strange, when you spend a lot of time with someone, you feel a genuine liking for them and always want to chat with them. I could tell she felt the same way. As time went on, we tried to sit closer and lower our voices so as not to disturb each other's rest. She slept in a double bed with her grandson, and I slept in a single bed opposite her. Sometimes, to keep our conversations quiet, I would go to her double bed and sit beside her against the headboard.

My godmother is a very emotional person; she would burst into tears whenever she talked about her painful past. I would have to wipe her tears with a handkerchief. Sometimes she would cry very hard, and I would pull her into my arms, stroking her head, back, and hands, but I didn't know what words to use to comfort her. My godmother seemed to enjoy leaning against me, holding my hand as we talked.

Strangely enough, as we became closer, I started to feel inexplicable urges in my lower body.

I hadn't dated a girl for several years. Although I dated one girl growing up, it was only physical intimacy; she was only fifteen then, and I was afraid of taking responsibility, so I endured immense torment and didn't sleep with her. After breaking up with her, I never dated another girl, let alone had sex, so I'm still a virgin!

The pleasure from being close to my godmother's body became increasingly unbearable, so when I touched her, I started placing my hands on her bare arms, and sometimes even stroked her size 35 feet.

My actions were all very natural, and my godmother didn't seem to notice, continuing to chat with me. Little did she know, my feelings for her were becoming increasingly strange.

Finally, one day, when my hand touched her waist, I whispered, "Mom (I call her Mom), now that we're mother and son, I haven't yet had my turn to 'eat' your breasts." My godmother wasn't angry; instead, she chuckled and said, "How old are you? Still want to 'eat' your mother's breasts? Do you still 'eat' your mother's breasts at home?" "No, it's just that I feel close to you, and I want to 'eat' and play with you like I did with my mother when I was little." My godmother said, "If you want to, go ahead. Anyway, my breasts are dry and without any moisture (laughs)."

Hearing her approval, I slowly slipped my right hand along her waist to her chest. Because my godmother's breasts were indeed small, and she didn't have the "ability" to wear a bra, I easily touched them. Although they were breasts without much beauty or texture, perhaps because of my desire for a woman's body, I suddenly found myself unable to resist touching them. I kept kneading them. My godmother just smiled at me without saying a word. After caressing her for a while, I lifted my godmother's only outer garment, revealing her two small, flat breasts and snow-white upper body. As the saying goes, "fair skin covers a hundred flaws."

Seeing my godmother's pristine body instantly aroused my desire. So I quickly lowered my head and greedily suckled at her breasts. My godmother probably felt ticklish, so she giggled and swayed her body. After kissing her breasts for ten minutes, I finally raised my head and let out a deep breath. Seeing that my godmother's expression was still smiling, I suddenly felt she was so kind and her smile was so adorable.

Seeing this, I suddenly pressed my lips to hers. I didn't pull away immediately, and she didn't pull away, but she just didn't move. I thought she agreed to my kiss, so I stuck my tongue out to enter her lips, but her mouth still didn't move. This left me unsure what to do, because she neither moved her mouth away nor opened it to meet mine. Did she accept my kiss or not? I finally couldn't resist and said, "Mom, can you open your mouth?" She hesitated for a moment, then finally opened her mouth slightly, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. My tongue swept around in her mouth, moving up and down and side to side, while her tongue remained still.

I asked, "Mom, why isn't your tongue moving?" She asked, "How can it move?

I've always done it like this!" "Huh?" I was surprised and then asked, "Were you and your godfather always this close?" "Yes, how else would we be close?" "It should be that two people's tongues intertwine and move constantly inside each other's mouths. Let's try it." So I put my tongue into her mouth again and teased her tongue with it. She seemed to understand and slowly moved her tongue as well. We started "fighting" with our tongues in her mouth.

After a while, I withdrew my tongue and said, "Mom, put your tongue deep into my mouth like we did before." She just tilted her head back, seemingly still too shy to make a move. So I brought my mouth close to hers and opened it, and she slowly slipped her tongue into my mouth, where we began to entwine. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I had been so focused on kissing her that I had forgotten to reach down below. So, while still kissing her, I held her tightly with both hands, reaching behind her back and slipping one hand inside her pants. Just as I touched the deep cleft of her smooth buttocks, she reacted and yanked my intruding hand out.

I knew she had discovered my intentions, but I wasn't going to back down, so I reached in again, only to be pulled out by her stern voice, "Child, you can't do that! You've gone too far!" Seeing that she was truly angry, I quickly said, "Okay, Mom, I won't touch there anymore, don't be angry." So, without touching her private parts, we ended up kissing and cuddling for a while, with the caresses limited to her upper body.

Several days passed, and my godmother and I maintained this pattern of kissing and caressing her upper body, but I dared not go any further. I was afraid she would really get angry and might even ignore me.

Then one late night, my godmother's chronic stomach ailment flared up. Seeing her in so much pain, her face pale, I quickly dressed and ran to a pharmacy three miles away to buy a box of "Quick Stomach Pills" for her. After half an hour, the medicine took effect, and her stomach pain gradually subsided. Seeing that she was no longer in pain, my heart immediately relaxed.

My godmother looked at me gratefully. But just a few days after she recovered, I developed a fever. This time, it was her turn to take care of me every day, buying medicine, fruit, and snacks, just as I had taken care of her.

She would often reach out to touch my feverish forehead, and I would often hold her hand, gazing at her with deep affection. Our eyes would meet, without saying much, but the silence spoke volumes. We both knew that our feelings for each other were earned through our hearts.

And the most exciting thing in my life happened during my illness.

That day, her grandson went to his maternal grandparents' house, leaving only the two of us in the house at night.

In the middle of the night, my godmother came over in the dark and touched my forehead to see if my fever had subsided. Although it hadn't completely gone down, I was recovering and felt much stronger than a few days ago. I hadn't slept, so when my godmother sat down beside me and touched my head, I grabbed her hand, startling her. "You're still awake?" "Yes, thank you so much for taking care of me these past few days, Mom!"

"Silly child, it's what I should do! Besides, I know how you are to your mother." Saying this, she lowered her head and kissed my lips.

Our tongues immediately intertwined. I pulled her down onto me, and she didn't resist, hugging me back.

Because she was on top of me, it was easier for me to caress her body with both hands—her breasts, her back. I then slipped my hands inside her pants again, touching her smooth, round buttocks.

This time, she didn't resist.

I was overjoyed, so I continued along her buttocks, finally touching her pubic hair. She trembled slightly, but didn't resist, which puzzled me. I asked, "Mom, why aren't you resisting?" She sighed softly and said, "Mom understands now. You don't have any bad intentions towards me. Maybe it's just that you're at that age and have desires in this area. You don't have a girlfriend, and if you really couldn't resist, and ended up doing something inappropriate outside and getting arrested, Mom would definitely regret it. For you, Mom is willing to give everything."

Hearing this, I hugged her even tighter and said... She said, "Mom, you're so good to me. Actually, I really don't mean you any harm. If you didn't want me to do this, if you objected, I definitely wouldn't do anything reckless. But since you've agreed today, I will definitely treat you better and be more filial in the future." "I know, I won't misjudge you, that's why

I'm willing to give you my body." Hearing this, I no longer hesitated. I turned over and pinned her down, reaching my hand into her panties from the front, touching her private parts. Her pubic hair was already very sparse, but what interested me most was the depths of my mother's paradise that had already made my heart and desire boil.

I first used my whole palm to rub her vulva back and forth. The pleasure was so intense that my penis involuntarily became hard. With my other hand, I grabbed her hand and made her stroke my swollen penis. She must have been very shy, as she immediately pulled her hand back as soon as it touched me. I immediately grabbed it back and placed it on my penis. She gently held it, but her hand didn't move.

I said, "Let's move our hands together!" I extended one finger and slowly tried to insert it into her vagina, but it felt quite tight inside; one finger couldn't even go in directly. I didn't dare to be rough, so I patiently tried to insert it little by little. After a while, I felt it loosen up a bit, so I added another finger and continued to slowly insert it. Perhaps because my godmother had been menopausal for many years, there was almost no "love juice" or "vaginal fluid" flowing out of her vagina. I had no choice but to moisten my fingers with my saliva and slowly push them in.

After about 20 minutes, I finally managed to insert all three fingers. I felt that was about right, because the diameter of my penis was about the same as the thickness of my three fingers put together (haha, I've never had sexual intercourse; I just used my hand to measure to avoid pain during intercourse). Seeing that the "entrance" was almost ready to enter, I spread my godmother's legs apart, pressed myself against her, and tried to force my way in with my hard penis in one hand. However, due to my lack of experience, I couldn't get in after several attempts. But this didn't stop the intense surge of lust in my brain. I felt a strong, surging sensation below. Oh no! It was too late. My semen died before it even began, all lying outside the "entrance."

My godmother probably felt my semen wet the area around her vulva and asked, "What happened? Did you ejaculate?"

I said, "Yes, I don't know if I was too excited or if there's something wrong with my body. Before, with that girl, I ejaculated as soon as my penis touched her vaginal opening. Do I have premature ejaculation?" My heart sank at this thought. "It's okay, don't overthink it. It's like this at the beginning." After saying that, my godmother got up and probably used a pillowcase to wipe the semen I had ejaculated at the entrance of her vagina.

Since we were doing it in the dark, we couldn't see anything and had to rely on touch. After wiping her vagina, she handed me a towel to wipe my glans, asking, "Is this really your first time?" "Yes, otherwise it wouldn't be so embarrassing!"

"If you gave me your first time, wouldn't you regret it?" "Mom, what's the point of talking about regrets? We have feelings for each other, otherwise we wouldn't have done this!" "Yes! Mom knows you're very good to me, even more attentive than my own son." "Mom, it's only right."

After chatting for a while, I felt my penis getting aroused again, so I said, "Mom, shall we do it again?" She said, "Let's do it then." So I climbed on top of her again, saying, "Mom, you've been there, can you guide me? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll give up halfway through again."

"Okay." After saying that, she took a pillow from behind her head and placed it under her buttocks, spreading her legs as wide as possible, then reached out and grabbed my second erect penis, pulling it towards her vaginal opening. I quickly smeared my saliva on my glans and her vaginal opening.

Because of her pull, my glans didn't deviate from its course and went straight into her tight little hole. This small entry already sent waves of pleasure through my body. Without any hesitation, I thrust forward with all my might, just as my godmother was also moving upwards to meet me. My entire penis entered her vagina, and I could feel it being gripped tightly, a warm sensation rising within me. The glans was already touching something, it felt like my godmother's uterus.

As I enjoyed this, I was lost in endless fantasies: From today onwards, I've finally become an adult... "Why aren't you moving?" My godmother spoke from beneath me. "Oh-oh-okay, I'll get started now." With that, I began slowly thrusting. Because of the pillow underneath, I could reach the deepest part of my godmother each time. After only a dozen or so thrusts, she said it felt too full inside and a little painful, asking me to go slower and gentler.

I asked her how long it had been since she'd had sex, and she said about two years. I knew that was about the same amount of time, since it roughly matched the time my godfather had spent in bed. I said, "You're so lucky! I haven't had sex in almost thirty years."

My godmother laughed and said, "You're not getting any younger, hurry up and find someone to settle down!" "How could I bear to leave you?" "Being with me isn't a long-term thing!" "Anyway, I'm content with you. I'll try to stay with you until you're 70." "Hehe, wouldn't that be taking your time?" "It's nothing, I should respect and care for the elderly!" "Nonsense! Is this how you respect the elderly? This is clearly bullying an elderly person!" "I'm putting respect for elders into practice," she said. "Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore. You can play for a while and then go downstairs." (From then on, if either my godmother or I had sexual desires, we would say "let's play for a while.") Perhaps because we were chatting and playing at the same time, my attention was diverted, and it felt like we played for a long time this time. My godmother felt good from my thrusts, but she held back from making a loud noise. Sometimes when she really wanted to scream, she simply covered her mouth with the blanket. I could understand, after all, her son was just a wall away.

About 20 minutes later, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated again. After I finished, I buried my face in my godmother's arms and kissed her cheeks, eyes, ears, and lips. My godmother responded gently.

Then we hugged each other tightly and fell asleep.

From then on, my relationship with my godmother became even closer. We would happily play together whenever we had time. Later, my godmother learned to give me oral sex, which excited me even more. Of course, I would also give her oral sex, and she was extremely excited. To be honest, my godmother especially enjoyed our oral sex, so now our oral sex sessions always last longer than our intercourse.

Later, I tried anal sex with my godmother, but although I felt great pleasure, she clearly looked like she was in pain, perhaps because she had hemorrhoids? At first, my godmother strongly supported me finding a partner quickly so I wouldn't keep "bothering" her. But after I actually found a partner, I noticed that she would often say things that sounded jealous for no reason. That was the happiest time of my life. I would have sex with both my godmother and my partner constantly, sometimes almost immediately after one of us left, leaving me exhausted.

Later, I felt that my godmother was clearly unhappy about me being two-timing, and it seemed that my partner was also cheating on me with other men, so we both found reasons to break up. And I was back to being with my godmother, which made her incredibly happy.

Since then, I haven't dated any other women, and I've only ever been with my godmother for seven years. Every August 12th is our anniversary, and we buy each other gifts on that day. Most importantly, we try to have a good time together. If we can't make it on that day, we'll find a suitable day within a few days before or after.

My godmother's family life hasn't been very smooth these past few years; she's worried a lot about her children and has aged considerably. She's quite disappointed in them, so she considers me her closest person. She misses me terribly if she doesn't see me for a day and calls me almost every day.

Due to circumstances, we can only meet once a week now, and even then, whether we can have fun depends on who's around. But regardless of whether I'm physically satisfied with her, I always treat her with the respect due to a mother, and I believe I treat her much better than her children do.

Others, of course, don't know about our relationship, but I do this only to make myself feel at peace and to repay my godmother for all she's done for me over the past seven years. If possible, I would definitely play with her until she's 70, but that would be almost 10 years. Will the environment and other conditions allow it by then? Neither of us knows!

It seems our relationship can only be spent in darkness for the rest of our lives, but neither of us regrets it, because besides sex, there is more genuine affection and kinship between us.

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