GL8 with Godmother

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August 1, 2009, Army Day. The date is easy to remember. After several busy days, I finally finalized my job. It always feels a bit unreal. While my classmates who just graduated are still struggling to find jobs, I have already started my first formal job in society. Looking at the beads of sweat on my godmother's forehead, I always feel sorry for her. If it weren't for the driver, Brother Shao, I would have been unable to resist wiping them off for her (of course, I became much more casual about it later).

Sitting in the spacious Buick van, my godmother and I kept exchanging glances in the rearview mirror. Our hands had been clasped tightly since we got in the car. As the air conditioning warmed up, we gradually became more comfortable, and my heart started to beat faster. I pulled my hand away and placed it behind my godmother's back, while my left hand remained clasped with hers. Perhaps it was because I knew we would be living together for a long time (I didn't expect it to be such a long time, a full 10 years) that I felt inexplicably joyful and excited. In the few days since I came to Wuhan from my hometown, I hadn't touched my godmother (due to work arrangements, I was running around looking for a place to stay, buying household items and toiletries, which was also a first for me). Now I really wanted her, but I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. My godmother was wearing a white dress again today, revealing her fair neck and transparent bra straps. My hand slowly slid down her shoulder, feeling wonderful. When I touched the bra clasp at the back, I deliberately pinched her breast from the side. She glared at me, not as if scolding me, but as if telling me to watch out for the driver in front. In that instant, I suddenly let go. To be honest, I've been a little uneasy these past few days in Wuhan, afraid this is just a fleeting affair, afraid that things will have changed when I come back. This glance felt like it had been there for many years. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to hug my godmother. I'm truly grateful for these three years of knowing each other, which has made us feel close. I used my coat to shield our bodies, covering my godmother's and my hands (the car's air conditioning was a bit low, my godmother always does this, thankfully we were in a row away from the driver, minivans are great, spacious, haha). I placed my godmother's hand on my crotch; by then I was very, very hard. My godmother just glanced at me and didn't say anything. My right hand traced down my godmother's back to her buttocks, my fingers feeling the edge of her underwear. I slowly squeezed my godmother's buttocks, somewhat reluctant to let go. Suddenly, I felt my godmother grasp my penis with her hand. I could hear slightly heavy breathing beside me, which was stimulating and made me feel a little smug. I rubbed harder, and gradually my godmother rested her head on my shoulder. We were driving back from Hankou on the noisy Wuluo Road. Outside, there was a lot of car horn noise, but inside the car it was relatively quiet (I didn't consider whether Brother Shao would know, see, or hear). I guided my godmother's hand into my pants with my left hand and held my erection. At that moment, I had a slight urge to ejaculate. My godmother's hand was small, soft, fleshy, and tender.
I glanced ahead, perhaps deceiving myself, because I couldn't see the rearview mirror. I had my godmother's head tilted down, resting on my lap, her buttocks against my back. Her right hand was still slowly stroking my erection. I slowly lifted her skirt from behind, revealing her panties—purple, narrow, but not thongs (my godmother didn't like them, saying they were uncomfortable; she'd worn them when she was younger and didn't like them, besides, they weren't normal home wear). The front was sheer, but unfortunately, I couldn't see it. The purple back was as alluring as violets, enticing me to place my hand inside her buttocks. The car was a bit chilly, and my hand felt a moist warmth. My godmother suddenly stiffened, and I felt my penis being pulled hard. I kissed her, my left hand stroking her face, while my right hand followed her buttocks to the entrance of her long-awaited vagina. It felt furry and wet; I couldn't describe the sensation, but it was irresistible. I suddenly made a decision. I pulled out my penis and slapped my godmother's face hard. She was at her most beautiful then, looking at me with dreamy eyes, unsure of what I was going to do. I mouthed, "Kiss it." She seemed to get into it, only hesitating slightly before swallowing. I meant for her to kiss it, but she started giving me oral sex. Excitedly, I tried inserting my index finger into that alluring cave. It was as wet and warm as it had been three years ago. Because she was lying on her side, I could see the hairy fleshy slit behind her buttocks. My finger moved like that, and her head kept shaking (her oral sex skills were really questionable, causing occasional pain, but...). Accompanied by a tingling sensation, I lost all sense of direction. The quiet carriage was filled with a lewd atmosphere. A few minutes later, I felt my previously tight opening suddenly "bite" my finger, followed by a small, hot stream of fluid. I didn't know at the time that this was an orgasm. Then my godmother stopped moving. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, or perhaps it was just a moment. She sat up, straightened her clothes, and forcefully slapped my penis. Then came the "pain" of her pinching my arm, just like three years ago. She slowly pulled up my underwear, gently inserted my penis, and then slowly leaned against me. Everything was slow, even the train was moving slowly.

[The End]

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