My secret with my godmother

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As a child, I was frail and sickly. My family consulted a fortune teller who said I needed to find godparents. My parents arranged this for me, and we became relatives. We visited each other during holidays, and I always felt my godmother was incredibly kind to me. After starting school, I would stay at my godmother's house for a while during every holiday, sleeping with her every night instead of her brother. I always slept with her in my arms.

This continued until fifth grade. One night, while sleeping with her, I touched her breasts, and my penis suddenly became erect. I didn't think much of it, but my godmother noticed and wouldn't let me sleep with her anymore, saying I was too old for that and should sleep with her brother.

Later, in middle school, I gradually learned about relationships, and I still liked to go to my godmother's house during holidays, but I didn't have any romantic feelings for her. Then, during summer vacation in my second year of middle school, I went to my godmother's house one afternoon. When I arrived, she wasn't home, but her brother was playing on the computer in his room. I greeted him, and he said my godmother might have gone out. I felt a bit like I needed to pee, so I went straight to the bathroom and pushed the door open. My godmother was taking a shower inside; the door wasn't locked, and she was applying shower gel. When I opened the door, I saw her naked body. I saw her D-cup breasts (I didn't know about A, B, C, and D cups back then; I learned that later), and her thick pubic hair. I was instantly stunned, and my penis immediately became erect. My godmother was also stunned and quickly turned away, saying, "Go out first, I'll come back in after I'm done showering." I went out, but my mind was filled with the image of my godmother's naked body. I went back to my brother's room, and he was about to play computer games, but I was completely distracted; my mind was filled with the image of my godmother's naked body, and my penis was painfully hard.

After a while, my godmother finished showering and called me. I quickly ran out, not wanting to look at her directly, and slipped into the bathroom. But my penis was too hard, and I stayed inside for about twenty minutes, unable to pee. Finally, I came out. My godmother was sitting in the living room watching TV. When she saw me come out, she asked why I had taken so long, and if I had an upset stomach. I said no, but my godmother pressed me, asking why it took so long. I didn't dare answer, but she kept pressing, so I finally whispered, "I couldn't pee." My godmother was taken aback, then burst into laughter, saying, "Silly boy, what are you thinking? You're a big boy now. Remember to knock before you go to the bathroom next time," and then she laughed again. I was completely flustered by her laughter. I stayed there for about an hour, until my penis finally went soft, and then I went to pee.

From then on, every time I saw my godmother, I would picture her naked. Later, my godmother became more careful, always locking the door when she went to the bathroom or showered, and being more careful about what she wore after showering. Gradually, I also forgot about that time I was naked.

Until the winter break of my senior year of high school, one night, my godmother called me, saying that she and my godfather had both been drinking at a reunion with their comrades. My godfather had been in the army, and she asked me to come and help them drive their car back. I had gotten my driver's license during the summer break of my junior year of high school. My godmother's older brother was studying at a university in the north, and his school had arranged a social practice program for the winter break, so he wouldn't be back until the Chinese New Year. Back then, the "pay-to-win" industry didn't exist yet. I rushed over, and when I arrived, they were still drinking. After a while, they came out. My godfather was clearly very drunk; his comrade was helping him out. My godmother had also drunk quite a bit. I drove my godfather's car to take them home. Getting home was difficult. My godfather was already asleep in the car. He's a 180-pound guy, and he lives on the fourth floor of a walk-up building. I couldn't carry him, so my godmother and I had to help him up the stairs. We rested halfway up each floor. When we got to the third floor, he tripped and fell. When he fell, he pushed my godmother down the stairs. Seeing that she was about to tumble down, I quickly stepped on top of him and grabbed her. I asked her if she was hurt, and she said she was fine, which reassured me. Then I realized I had grabbed her breasts. I froze for a moment and quickly let go. My godmother reacted, a little embarrassed, and asked if I was alright. I said I was fine. Then we continued helping my godfather up the stairs and put him to bed. I said I was going back, but my godmother said I'd stay at her place and go back the next day, so I agreed. I washed my face and feet, and without showering, went to my brother's room to sleep.

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time; the image of me holding my godmother's breasts kept replaying in my mind. I tossed and turned for ages. Then I suddenly heard a vomiting sound. I thought it was my godfather, so I quickly got up to check. I didn't even have time to put on my clothes; I ran out in my long underwear. I heard a noise from the bathroom, so I ran in and saw my godmother. Apparently, she had also drunk a bit too much, and she was tired from helping my godfather upstairs. She said she felt nauseous after lying down for a while, so she went to the bathroom to vomit. I poured her some water to rinse her mouth and wash her face, and then I prepared to help her to her room. When I reached behind her to hug her, my hand touched her breasts from the side. She was wearing pajamas and no bra, so it was very noticeable. I instantly got a shameless erection. My godmother said she wanted me to help her sit on the sofa for a while and asked me to get her a glass of water. As I turned to pour water, I quickly suppressed my erection and handed it to my godmother. But when I got to her, it was completely out of control! My godmother noticed while taking the water, and I was mortified. I quickly sat down next to her to cover it up. She laughed and said, "Little devil, you've grown up!" I was even more embarrassed.

She continued, "It's a normal physiological reaction for boys as they grow up, it's okay." I was still embarrassed and didn't know what to say. She teased me further, saying, "I didn't expect that even at my age, I still have some charm!" and laughed again. Suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, but I told her, "I've liked you since I was little." She said, "Good son," and reached out to pat my head. I leaned against her chest and wrapped my arms around her waist, my heart pounding in my chest. My mother didn't say anything, so I boldly rubbed my face against my godmother's breasts again. She tightened her grip on me, so I rubbed even harder. She said, "You naughty boy, don't move," but she held me still. I became even more audacious, my hand moving from her waist to her breasts. She didn't speak, and I didn't dare move my hand either. This continued for a while, then I slowly began to caress her. I noticed her breathing quickened, but she didn't object. I slipped my hand under her pajamas, and she trembled slightly. I then began to caress her wantonly. I touched my godmother's breasts, then kissed her lips. At first, she passively accepted my kisses, but slowly she began to respond. I reached my hand into her pajama bottoms, and she grabbed it. I persisted, and she didn't stop me. Once inside, I felt her thick pubic hair, then her labia. I just groped around haphazardly. Her genitals became increasingly wet. I tried to pull down her pajama bottoms, but she grabbed me, preventing me. I struggled, but she finally gave in and whispered, "Not here, let's go to my brother's room."

I eagerly pulled her towards my brother's room, and eagerly pulled down my own pants and her pajama bottoms and shorts. Then I started thrusting around wildly. With her help, I finally managed to penetrate her. The moment I entered, I almost ejaculated. I ejaculated after less than ten thrusts, releasing over a dozen spurts. As I ejaculated, my godmother hugged me tightly. And that's how I gave my virginity to my godmother. My godmother hugged me, stroking my back repeatedly. She asked, "You naughty boy, is this your first time?" I honestly said yes. She didn't say anything, just hugged me tighter.

My little brother slowly softened and slipped out. I greedily touched her breasts again, sucking on them. You really don't need to be taught this; I was a pretty good kid back then, and I'd never seen porn. Gradually, based on her reactions, I learned to lick her nipples and breasts with my tongue. Her reaction became even stronger. After about ten minutes, I got hard again, and I couldn't wait to thrust in. Guided by her, this time I thrust for over ten minutes. Her reaction was even stronger this time; she bit down hard on the blanket, afraid to make a sound. Finally, after several intense thrusts, she climaxed again!

After we finished, I rested for a while. My godmother told me to go wash up and go to bed early, so I got up and went to the bathroom with her. Passing by my godparents' room, I saw my godfather sleeping soundly, snoring. We quickly went into the bathroom, and my godmother helped me wash up and told me to go to sleep. I left, and she washed herself inside. Later, lying in bed, I noticed the sheets were soaked. I didn't know if it was my semen or my godmother's water, but I didn't care. I lay down and fell asleep, feeling pleasurable.

The next morning, I woke up feeling embarrassed about what had happened the night before. I didn't know how to face my godmother. Luckily, my godparents had already gone to work. I tore the sheets off, threw them in the washing machine, sent my godmother a text message asking her to hang the sheets out to dry after work, and then went home.

From then on, whenever I had the chance, I would secretly have sex with my godmother, and gradually I learned more techniques. Later, when I went to university, I spent less time at home, but during winter and summer vacations, I would still find opportunities to have sex a few times. After graduating from university, I went to work in Shenzhen, only going back once or twice a year, and the opportunities with my godmother became even fewer. Until later, I fell in love, got married, and a few days before the wedding, I found an opportunity to have sex with my godmother wildly for an afternoon, four or five times. After we finished, my godmother solemnly told me, "Now that you're married, you should treat your wife well, and you can't do this with your godmother anymore." I promised my godmother. From then on, I never had sex with my godmother again, but every time I went back to my hometown, I would visit my godparents, hug them naturally, and kiss them briefly when no one was around, but we never had sex again. This secret will forever remain in our hearts!

Due to the pandemic, I didn't go home for the Spring Festival. Taking advantage of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, I took the Spring Festival holiday and combined it with the Dragon Boat Festival holiday to have a short break and go back to my hometown. After resting at home for two days, I went to visit my godparents. Today is June 8th, the second day of the college entrance examination. When I arrived at my godmother's house, only she was home. My godfather had gone out to play cards with his friends, and my brother and sister-in-law had gone to accompany their child to the exam. It was a rare moment of alone time with my godmother. Initially, I didn't have any intention of doing this, because of a promise I made to her before we got married, and also because she's getting older, and I didn't want to. I just chatted with her, showing her photos and videos of my son on my phone. Because my wife has to accompany her son to school, I came home alone this time. My godmother was overjoyed, turning my face towards her and saying, "Look, doesn't your son look like me?" I just looked at her, and as I looked, passionate memories of our past relationship surfaced in my mind, and I kissed her. Sometimes when I visited my godmother, I would sometimes sneak a kiss, but it was always just a quick, secret kiss, and we would part ways cleanly. Because we were alone together this time, it felt very safe, and we kissed a little too freely. It got increasingly intense, and I couldn't help but touch my godmother's breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra at home, and her nipples were very sensitive. She moaned, which completely aroused my desire. My hand moved down, and I found she was very wet. Without further ado, I pulled down her pants, then my own, and on the living room sofa, I penetrated her from behind. Her moans, combined with the thrill of the secret encounter, made me ejaculate in about ten minutes. We quickly washed up, got dressed, and returned to calm. Afterwards, my godmother solemnly told me again that this was the last time, and I couldn't betray Xiaolin again (she always calls me "wife"). I promised her!

My godmother is one of the women I love most in my life—a double love, both mother and lover. She taught me many life lessons, and of course, she taught me about sex! I wish my godmother good health! And I wish all mothers health and happiness!

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