Godmother Rong

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When I was little, Aunt Hai Rong often told me that the first relative I saw when I opened my eyes was her; she was the one who placed me on my mother's breast from the nursery. Later, Aunt Hai Rong would jokingly say, "Jianbin, be my son, Auntie really likes you."

Aunt Hai Rong didn't have a son, so my mother would always agree, saying, "Okay, okay, be Aunt Hai Rong's son."

I remember once I cried bitterly and argued with my mother, "Why is it always me? Can't you give my brother away?"

Aunt Hai Rong would gently pinch my nose, "Auntie just likes you."

Now that I'm older, they talk about me in a completely different tone, "Jianbin, you're not allowed to be nice to other girls. In a few years, you have to marry our Xiao Dan." They say it with such conviction that I'm now afraid to go to her house. Who would want that spoiled, willful, and crazy girl, Wang Dan?

"Oh, it's Jianbin. Are you going home?" Aunt Hai Rong straightened up and asked me with a beaming smile.

I answered, my head spinning and my eyes turning purple, "It's me, Aunt Hai Rong, I'm on holiday."

"Come on, come on, help me take these things home first," she said, one hand on her hip and the other pointing to a large pile of meat and vegetables on the ground. I bent down and picked up the items one by one, along with the corn cobs she had just bought, and followed her to her house.

Aunt Hai Rong's husband was a bureau chief, and they lived in a brand-new, rare high-rise building. She walked ahead as we went up the stairs, and I watched her beautiful buttocks sway, the high slit in her skirt opening and closing with each step, sometimes even revealing glimpses of her black underwear. My penis instantly hardened fiercely in my pants, and I tried to keep my body bent forward, afraid she might suddenly turn around.

She opened the door and let me into her home. The room was spacious and sunny. She smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling into beautiful crescent moons, and said, "You seem a bit distant, haven't you? It's been a long time since you've visited Auntie."

"I don't stay at home much these days, I don't have time," I replied, sitting down on their soft sofa. Back then, only their family owned such large, genuine leather sofas; leaning against it felt incredibly comfortable.

Aunt Hai Rong had food piled up in the refrigerator. She took out a plate of fruit and a bottle of cola for me, running her hand through her hair, and said, "It's not even May yet, look how hot it is. You eat, I'll change."

I stretched my long legs across the sofa, fully enjoying the delicious food laid out before me.

Aunt Hai Rong's changed clothes were a pleasant surprise. Though they were casual clothes, a collarless, sleeveless blouse revealed arms as delicate as lotus roots emerging from water, and a light, sheer black skirt that shimmered in the sunlight. She sat down beside me and peeled an orange for me, her hair in a bun that seemed about to fall. She raised her arm and fed me a segment, the soft, lustrous hair under her armpits stirring my desire, a surge of heat coursing through me.

The bulge in my crotch didn't escape her notice; her sidelong glance was completely different from the image of Aunt Hai Rong I remembered, a hint of barely perceptible delight on her face.

She stood up and walked away, her plump buttocks swaying in front of me, nestled within her sheer skirt. She brought a towel and wiped the sweat from my brow. "Look at you, so hot," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder, her prominent breasts pressed against mine, her warm breath tickling my ear.

I turned my face away shyly and said, "I can do it myself."

Just as I was about to take the towel, she grabbed my hand as well. Our eyes met instantly. I had never seen such fiery eyes in a woman; they seemed to burn with a raging flame, melting me instantly. Her slightly parted lips trembled, her tongue seemingly already probing beyond them. I froze, my body shifting back, but her lips were already pressed against my cheek. I could feel her warm, moist kisses. Then, a pair of snow-white arms wrapped around my neck, and her warm , fragrant body nestled into my arms.

"Jianbin, don't be nervous, comfort Auntie," she murmured incessantly, her lips searching my face. Once she found it, she kissed me passionately. My stiff lips opened in response to her rapid sucking, and her tongue, like a snake, darted into my mouth, swirling around. I sucked on that soft tongue in return.

Her hand slipped from my shirt collar to my chest, stroking and tickling me until I was unbearably itchy. My penis, imprisoned in my jeans, felt stifled and uncomfortable. Understandingly, she began to loosen my pants until my erect penis was released. Her hand gripped and stroked it, as if she were talking to herself, "Baby, come on, Auntie will make you feel good."

She pulled down her underwear with one hand, then spread her legs and lay back on the sofa. I had always longed for and yearned for a woman's private parts, but to have them so vividly displayed before me, waiting for me, was honestly unprepared. I felt a little flustered, even a little ashamed, yet a surge of blood rushed through me from my lower abdomen to my head.

I knelt between her legs, trying to use the little knowledge I had gleaned from books and hearsay, but I was still struggling to get in. Finally, Aunt Hai Rong used her fingers to pry open her labia and guide my penis inside.

The warm, moist embrace inside, accompanied by a soft, sucking sensation, sent me soaring to heaven. Before I could even move a few more times, a tingling sensation shot straight to my head, and a torrent of pleasure surged forth, causing my penis to swell and feel like it was about to burst. A

wave of dizziness and trembling washed over me, and my semen gushed out like a fountain, gushing forth in waves. Aunt Hai Rong, who was beneath me, also trembled, letting out a soft gasp. She gripped my waist tightly with both hands, raising her buttocks high and pressing them against my lower abdomen. We remained pressed together quietly and closely for what seemed like an eternity. My penis slowly withdrew from her, and as I pulled out, a thick, sticky, milky-white fluid, like melted ice cream, gushed out, spilling all over the sofa. Aunt Hai Rong chuckled and patted my buttocks: "You little rascal, you don't know anything."

Her smile was alluring, her eyes glistening, and her pretty face flushed with a beautiful blush. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her cheek like a chicken pecking at a chestnut, my hands roaming freely over her breasts. She unbuttoned her clothes, leaned against me, and said, "Auntie will give you anything."

Aunt Hai Rong's breasts were plump and white, smooth and soft to the touch. I eagerly kneaded her fleshy mounds, and as if I had hurt her, she frowned slightly. Then I buried my head in her breast and sucked on her nipple. After a few sucks, the nipple immediately hardened, and Aunt Hai Rong's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Aunt Hai Rong, did you enjoy it just now?" I asked, bewildered.

"Ah, Auntie, that feels so good!" Her face beamed with joy as she hugged me, saying repeatedly, "You're such a good baby."

"Put your pants on quickly, you can't tell anyone," Aunt Hai Rong said sternly. Reluctantly, I put on my pants, my penis already erect again. I smugly leaned closer to her and said, "Aunt Hai Rong, I want you again."

She leaned down and kissed my penis, then smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, saying, "No, Xiao Dan will be home soon. Auntie will come looking for you." Still unwilling to give up, I embraced Aunt Hai Rong on the sofa, my hands freely exploring her body. The mature woman's alluring curves, combined with her crystal-clear white skin, captivated me. My ruthless and insatiable desire made her laugh, and she squirmed desperately in my arms.

With a sudden knock at the door, Xiao Dan returned home. Despite our precautions, we separated hastily like startled birds. Xiao Dan came into the house covered in sweat and with a flushed face. She greeted me and then gulped down the bottle of Coke I had on the table. She really looked like Aunt Hai Rong; she had small, long, slanted eyes, a straight nose, and small, full, rosy lips. Aunt Hai Rong said coquettishly, "You silly girl, where have you been running around?"

"No, I was just shopping with my classmates," Xiao Dan said. She'd grown quite a bit taller. I glanced at her; there wasn't much to linger over. Her chest was rather flat and her hips narrow under her t-shirt and shorts—a world apart from Aunt Hai Rong, though they both had fair, radiant skin. She casually asked, "What brings you to our house today?"

"What are you saying? Can't you speak properly?" Aunt Hai Rong scolded playfully. "He was helping me carry my things home," Xiao Dan said, snorting, and swayed back to her bedroom. I got up to leave, and Aunt Hai Rong saw me to the door. Seeing no one was around, we pressed ourselves together, our lips eagerly entwined in a passionate kiss.

Back at my home, I was incredibly excited, like a sailor returning from a long voyage, triumphantly laden with the joy of victory after a passionate and passionate journey.

We lived in my maternal grandmother's old house, a courtyard that was considered one of the larger houses in the area. Sharing with several uncles, it wasn't spacious; we only had a small hall in the east wing and a large room, separated by a section of a flower-lined alley to serve as the kitchen. My mother was cooking for the whole family inside.

Actually, my mother was prettier than Aunt Hai Rong, but she didn't have that radiant glow. Everyone said my face resembled my mother's—big eyes, a high nose—while my build resembled my father's. My father was from the north. He followed the army, sweeping through this small southern town like autumn leaves, and then couldn't move forward. The land was fertile, the population abundant, and the resources plentiful; the prosperity made this son of a northern farmer go crazy. His ideal of liberating all of humanity vanished into thin air, and he reluctantly transferred to a civilian job.

I collapsed in the partitioned room in the living room—this place had been mine since my brother went to university. I was tired and just wanted to sleep, my mind filled with images of Aunt Hai Rong's snow-white skin and soft, warm body.

My penis was feeling uncomfortably constricted in my tight pants, so I unzipped them to release it from my underwear. I even considered finding an excuse to have lunch before going to her house, but that annoying Xiao Dan made me abandon the idea.

She wasn't like this before; she used to follow me and my brother around like a shadow, even when we went to the public restroom, she would sit obediently at the door sucking her thumb. Xiao Dan has a habit of sucking her thumb. I hadn't noticed before whether she had changed it or not. When we were little, I especially liked to pinch her chubby cheeks, so much so that for a while she would always hide behind adults when she saw me.

Every weekend, my brother would lead the way, taking a few of us, and sometimes his older classmates, to the outskirts and the beach to run wild, climbing trees to destroy bird nests and catching fish and shrimp in the sea. Back then, my penis would always get hard for no reason.

Once, after playing on the mountain for a while, I was catching up with Xiaodan, who was running down the mountain with great momentum. When she jumped into my arms, I was caught off guard and stumbled backward, falling to the ground. Her body was on top of mine. I held her tightly with ulterior motives, holding her buttocks with both hands for a long time, and rubbing my lower body against her until a gush of pleasure shot out.

I didn't know where my penis was pressed against her, and she seemed completely unaware. Seeing me panting heavily, she thought I had hurt myself and cried out for her departing friends. When I was able to stand up, she smiled through her tears. I held her little hand, and just the sight of her slender, soft palm made my breath quicken and my penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again with great joy.

That evening, Aunt Hai Rong came over to our house for dinner. A rich aroma wafted to the table. Aunt Hai Rong sat between my dad and me, putting her hands on our shoulders and saying, "Still not enough to drink?"

My dad, who was quite drunk, waved his hand and said in broken Chinese, "You come too." I noticed the hand on my shoulder was clenching tightly, but her face was flushed as she buried her head and finished the rice in her bowl.

"Look at you, all powdered and pale, why are you dressed up so nicely?" my mom teased her.

Aunt Hai Rong was deliberately made up; her lips were bright red. She glanced at me sideways and said, "I haven't been here for many days. I just bought Jianbin a shirt."

"Aunt Hai Rong, do you have any for me?" my sister asked eagerly.

Aunt Hai Rong was also taken aback, then smiled and said, "I forgot about Lishan. I'll buy you some next time. Consider those fruits as compensation."

"Jianbin, thank Aunt Hai Rong quickly," my mom said. I put down my bowl, my face even redder, and left the table. My mother was still nagging, "Look at you, the older you get, the less polite you become."

I fled into my room, peering at her through the crack in the door. Her high-bun hairstyle made her appear even more elegant and glamorous. A long black dress clung tightly to her curvaceous figure. She sat down on the stool I had just left. My heart pounded wildly as I watched her back. The zipper pendant on her dress swayed precariously; what would happen if it came undone? Her slender waist and hips connected gracefully, a slight twist revealing a myriad of alluring curves.

A bitter thirst welled up in my mouth, and I swallowed with difficulty. I heard her calling out loudly from outside,

"Come on, Jianbin, quickly change into your new clothes and let Auntie see them." Then she floated over to me, placed one hand on my bare chest, and reached into my underwear with the other, feigning panic. Just as I put my hands on her waist, my sister Lishan came in. My sister always does things that are inappropriate and annoying. There

wasn't just one outfit; there was also a pair of sneakers I'd always dreamed of. Hongwei had a pair like that, and I'd lent them to him a few times. He always followed me around with a pained expression, afraid I'd wear them on the court. Lishan sat on the bed, watching me change clothes with longing, muttering unhappily, "Aunt Hai Rong just likes boys."

Aunt Hai Rong laughed heartily, cupping Lishan's cheeks in her hands and saying, "Auntie just likes boys, Auntie just likes your brother."

After showering, I told my mom I wanted to go out. As I said this, Aunt Hai Rong and my mom were whispering something in the kitchen. Our eyes met, and it was as if we understood each other perfectly, everything unspoken. I waited at a ruin at the end of the alley, her usual route home. It gradually got dark, and a bright moon hung in the sky like a silver plate. After a while, I saw her boat-like motorcycle approaching. I stood in the middle of the alley, and she stopped, supporting herself on one leg, and said to me, "Get on."

I climbed onto the back rack, and she turned around and said, "Hold on tight." With that, the motorcycle sped off.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her soft waist, pressed my face against her back, and nibbled on the zipper tassel on her skirt. The bike jolted, and I pulled the zipper off, revealing a gleaming patch of her snow-white back. She swayed and shouted, "Don't be naughty!"

There weren't many cars on the road, and only a few people like Aunt Hai Rong owned motorcycles. She drove incredibly fast, quickly leaving the city and reaching the outskirts. She chose a bamboo grove by the roadside. Aunt Hai Rong was clearly prepared; she took a plastic raincoat from her bike and swayed it on the uneven ridges.

I took her arm, and we finally entered the depths of the bamboo grove. It was truly a perfect place for a romantic date—clumps of bamboo, sparse yet not dense, with a small stream flowing through them. Aunt Hai Rong bent down and spread her arms to unfurl the raincoat, which drifted down like magnified leaves.

I was already anxiously pulling her close from behind and throwing ourselves onto the tarpaulin. Like a real man, I pressed my body against hers, kissing her quickly and passionately. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and she whispered, "You're really driving Auntie crazy." She sucked on me desperately, her cheek sinking into my lips.

My hands finally unzipped the back of her zipper, groping aimlessly through the straps of her bra. The more anxious I became, the less I could undo the clasp. She helped me by turning her hands behind her back. I pulled the zipper down to her waist and, just as I was about to brazenly pull off her clothes, she shook her head and waved her ears to stop me.

Other couples kept passing by, so I could only reach behind her and cover her breasts with my hands. This awkward position prevented me from doing whatever I wanted, so she turned to the side, allowing my hands to freely penetrate and caress her breasts. Her full, round breasts were irresistible to me, like steaming hot bread. I gently pinched her erect nipples with two fingers, and she trembled as she leaned against me.

Aunt Hai Rong's elastic breasts made my hands tremble with excitement. I sat up and placed her head on my lap. Her hands lingered on my belt, pulling out my already swollen penis and rubbing it against her cheek, murmuring, "You little devil, how can you have such a captivating thing?" As she spoke, she opened her mouth and took it in.

I felt a warm sensation in my lower body, and an unprecedented pleasure made me ejaculate uncontrollably. She sucked even more vigorously. Her thighs opened and closed like scissors within her loose skirt. I slipped one hand inside and ran it up her calves. The muscles of her thighs were smooth and soft, and I immediately touched her hairy private parts. Aunt Hai Rong wasn't wearing any underwear; she'd been driving me around half the city completely naked. My blood rushed to my head, and my body twitched restlessly.

She, like a cat, nimbly sprang up, placed her hands on my shoulders, and squatted down between my legs. I gripped my erect, hard penis, sighed deeply, and waited.

The moment her lower body touched my penis, her buttocks moved nimbly, searching for the right spot. With one shove, she swallowed my penis completely, followed by a series of joyful bounces. Her vigorous rise and fall caused her breasts to bounce wildly as well. I held her plump buttocks firmly with both hands. I let her falter, the blood surging within her seemed to rush to her lower abdomen, throbbing and yearning for a sudden, cathartic release.

Another scalding shower followed, and my penis, soaked in her, grew even longer. She gasped, burying her head on my shoulder, motionless. My penis felt a tingling sensation, my mind momentarily blank and dizzy. Her insides convulsed tightly, her sucking and swallowing my penis, a tidal wave of passion erupted, feeling as if it lifted her entire body. My gushing semen, like a dam bursting, poured forth in a torrent inside her.

[The End]

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