I love my godmother

Having lived in Wuhan for over 10 years, I've gradually grown accustomed to its weather and the ways of the world. Most importantly, I've grown accustomed to being with my godmother, or rather, to her being with me. Looking back, it seems my godmother was waiting for me in a past life, or perhaps I was waiting for her. I firmly believe that when two or more people go from strangers to acquaintances, their flaws will gradually be revealed. If you're a tolerant person, you won't mind; otherwise, you'll find it annoying. I consider myself to have many flaws: smoking, drinking, talking too much, even being oblivious to social cues. Yet, this is the same person who has been by my godmother's side for over 10 years without ever saying a word against me. I wonder if this is a case of loving someone because of their love for them?
Summer 2010 came quickly. Although I hate Wuhan's weather, if I had to choose, I still prefer hot days. Wearing sandals and shorts, my back bare, a cigarette dangling from my lips, walking down the street is very enjoyable for me. More importantly, I can see my godmother still wearing her dresses (she never wears super short ones), and I can see her wearing tank tops (which are also convenient for doing certain things, right?). Even if we don't do anything, just watching her is satisfying. A year has passed since I came to Wuhan, and I've slowly come to like my godmother's lifestyle. She has a very high quality of life, perhaps because of her family situation, she doesn't have many burdens. Traveling and shopping have become her pleasures. Yet, this same person always maintains the role of a housewife, never seeming to neglect her family. In my eyes, this is contradictory—loving to play yet very family-oriented. Sometimes I wonder, when I'm old, will I be able to reach that level? I gradually got to know many of my godmother's friends. In my eyes, even now, they are all successful in their careers. And like my godmother, they all seem to have very leisurely jobs, no matter what they do. So when they get together, it's just eating, drinking, and having fun. To this day, I still don't know who pays. Anyway, it's just that kind of circle, except for one more member: the "ignorant" me. My job is very leisurely, and May Day is a long holiday, so I decided to go on a trip. We were supposed to go to a place called Fairy Lake in Xianning, but we didn't end up going. In the end, I don't know who suggested going to "relax." Anyway, I didn't understand, and following the principle of speaking less and showing less, I went along.
This time, we went to Zhifang in Jiangxia (actually, I don't like Jiangxia because I have a very annoying colleague from Jiangxia), a place called Yundu. To be honest, the exterior was so-so. There were breakfast stalls around the entrance, and there was a sewage ditch underground. But once inside, the feeling was different. My godmother and I sat next to each other in the back of the car. When we got out of the car, my godmother pinched me. Uh, it's because I touched her butt when I got out of the car, hehe. Don't overthink it, everyone. I came here for a foot bath, but of course, a massage is also available. It was my first time there, haha, and of course, something happened.
Having accompanied my godmother for so many years, and going out with her often, I've seen a lot, especially at these foot massage parlors. Honestly, none of them are truly "legitimate and clean." And my godmother always "seriously" tells me not to go to these places to find girls; if I do, I should tell her, and she'll find me someone. At the time, I was confused (really confused, at least I only have my godmother in my heart, but she thinks this way about me, which makes me a little sad). Later I realized my godmother was right, because the people there are truly "speechless"—as long as the price is right, they'll do whatever you want (don't criticize me, really, at least...). This is how it always is for me. Maybe my godmother was worried that I couldn't resist when I was out. Later, she realized that she was the only one in my heart, and she never mentioned it again. I never asked her if she had any "extra affairs" while receiving these services. Haha, I'm still very selfish. I absolutely can't let the "young masters" inside touch my godmother. And in fact, that's exactly what happened to her. The foot massages and back scrubs were all done by women. I can say that with certainty. I've asked my godmother before, and she always says sweetly that one of me is enough for her to worry about. What more could she want? So I always smile contentedly.
Once inside, the girls in front were all very pretty. They asked us what services we wanted. I didn't know anything about these things, so I just followed my godmother and chose a foot massage. It was actually quite ordinary. It was a big wooden tub with some so-called Chinese medicine in it. It was just very comfortable while being scrubbed, and you could see the girl's big breasts. My godmother seemed to know all about these things very well, and she enjoyed it with her eyes closed. After I finished washing my feet, the group of people were still in another room. I asked my godmother why they were taking so long. She gave me a mysterious look and told me they were giving me a massage, asking if I wanted some. I didn't really care because I didn't know anything about massages and had no experience with them, so I just told her I'd do whatever she asked. Maybe she wanted to relax too, because she went out. After a while, she came back in and told me to go to another room, so I went with her. The room wasn't very big, and it didn't have windows. The light was on, but it still felt quite dark. There were two beds, or rather, leather beds, more like leather sofas, covered with white cotton sheets. They looked very comfortable. Two women were standing there, dressed in nothing suggestive or revealing clothing. I glanced at my godmother and was surprised to find her taking off her clothes. She glared at me and said, "You silly boy (I can't pronounce it, but it means silly boy), take off your clothes." I said "Ah," feeling very uncomfortable, since there were four people in the room. My godmother was only wearing her underwear, so I had no choice but to take off my clothes too. I heard my godmother say, "This is my son's first time here." I didn't think much of it and was left in my underwear. I'm very thin. I also heard the two women saying something like, "Eat more good food." Then one of them made me lie face down on the bed. I looked at my godmother from the side. She was already lying there, and her bra clasp was off. From the side, I could see half of her breast. The waitress was working and praising my godmother for looking young, saying that her son was so big and she still had such a good figure. (I don't know what they were thinking. At least I felt very embarrassed. I've never heard of a mother and son getting a massage together. Maybe my godmother really didn't care. Actually, that makes sense. In a place like this, we should just not think too much.) To be honest, the massage was quite professional, starting from the head. The only thing I noticed was how strong the women's hands were; when they massaged my neck, it hurt a lot. Their hands felt very soft, and I don't know what kind of oil they used, but it felt cool. At first, I didn't feel anything, but when they massaged my thighs and buttocks, one of the women pulled my underwear down a bit, from my waist down to my inner thighs. I could even feel my penis touching them. Then I looked at my godmother and saw that her underwear was completely off, revealing her round buttocks, which looked like steamed buns, not loose at all. I felt my penis pressing against the bed, which was very uncomfortable. Then I noticed something strange: the two women looked at each other with strange expressions. Maybe I was overthinking it, maybe they were wondering if we were mother and son? I didn't care. Thankfully, when my godmother leaned back, towels were placed over her body, and they only pulled them down when they massaged her. I was still having a wicked thought: when they massaged my godmother, would they touch her genitals (hehe, they were women). At this moment, the woman giving me the massage patted me and told me to lie back. Now it was my turn to feel awkward. I glanced at my godmother, who gave me a playful smile. I could only awkwardly turn over. The woman giving me the massage smiled, and I knew my penis was bulging. Then, very humanely, it appeared. The woman asked me if I wanted to cover my eyes. Apparently, men have towels too. I said no, and the woman smiled and started massaging from my legs (if you're lying face down, start from the head; if you're lying on your back, start from the legs—I don't know if you guys do it this way). Again, it felt very comfortable. I turned my head to look... My godmother was looking at me too. I don't know if it was my imagination, but her eyes were watery. If that woman hadn't suddenly slapped my penis, we would still be looking at each other like that. The woman said, "You've got a big head." I don't know why, but my godmother casually replied, "Yeah." After she said that, I felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The two waitresses just chuckled. I don't know if they were making fun of us. I think at that moment, they definitely knew that we weren't mother and son. The room was very quiet for a while. (Later I found out that my godmother actually knew both of these women. They said they were from Wutaizha.)
Actually, at this point, even if the atmosphere was awkward, it wouldn't be too bad. After all, I was practically naked, and so was my godmother. If it weren't for her next words, I might have thought the massage was over quickly. Perhaps to hide her emotions, she said something that made me want to ejaculate: "Try it, my son is very good." I was stunned. What was even more astonishing was that the woman was quite "honest," saying, "Really? Let me see," and then she pulled down my underwear, my penis instantly sprang out, even though my head was still on the pillow. As I watched the woman touch my testicles and then grasp them tightly, she said, "Hehe, they're really big and thick. Sister XX, you're so lucky." (Mine were indeed thick, but not very long, less than 14 centimeters when erect.) I was speechless, but more excited. When I looked at my godmother, she was looking at me too. At that moment, the towel under her body had slipped down a bit, revealing her lower abdomen and a glimpse of her pubic hair. The woman serving my godmother was also looking at me and giggling. I don't know what was wrong with me; I felt like the world was so chaotic and unreal. The woman was stroking herself, asking as she did so, "Can I really use it?" "Mmm" (my godmother's voice). I didn't know what my godmother was thinking, but I did use it. "Cola, you're so sexy" (that was the woman's reply, her name was quite peculiar, just Cola). The woman just smiled, then took something out of her work bag. I froze instantly—a condom! I stared dumbfounded as she tore it open and put it on me. Then she reached under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. I could even see her black thong when her skirt was lifted up (I thought to myself, so sexy). When I looked at my godmother, she was still smiling, not saying a word. I felt like I was waking up from a dream, and I sat up instantly. "Don't mess around, I'm not used to it" (I said this to my godmother, actually). Then I pulled my underwear up myself, the condom still on my penis. The woman, probably because of her profession, didn't ask me anything, just looked at my godmother. I don't know how they exchanged glances, and then the woman said, "Handsome young man, you've got personality." Although I was still excited, I didn't want the massage anymore. I told my godmother, "Okay, I'm done." My godmother was almost done on her end. She looked at me for a moment and said, "Okay, that's fine then." The two women exchanged glances and started packing their things, talking about how the bathroom was near the door. I didn't reply until they turned back and gave my godmother and me a knowing look as they left. Only after they closed the door did I get out of bed. Instead of heading towards my godmother, I stopped at the door myself. Only after confirming no one was eavesdropping did I lock the door from the outside. I strode menacingly towards my godmother, threw down her two towels, and pounced on her. Her pubic hair was wet, her labia were everted, and her eyes seemed to melt. I kicked off her underwear; the condom was still half-dangling, clearly wet. I pulled it off, and without foreplay or lubrication, I thrust straight into her wet vagina. "Ah..." "Mmm," my godmother's legs clamped around me. No words were needed; just thrusting...
Later I learned that this place was where my godmother and her friends played mahjong. They knew all the girls there. I didn't ask my godmother what she was thinking, but I knew there were no male prostitutes or gigolos there. The two women I'd just seen were the waitresses my godmother always called. Perhaps because I was too excited, even knowing my godmother's friends were still "entertaining" me, I still comfortably made love with my godmother for a long time until I ejaculated. I still lay on top of my godmother, not wanting to move. My godmother seemed really satisfied with my performance, responding to me gently and softly. This time I understood that my godmother didn't seem worried about others knowing about our relationship, and perhaps she was deliberately letting others know that she already had me and didn't need anyone else. At that moment, I might have worried about whether another "me" would appear, but 10 years later, it doesn't matter anymore. I've always been by my godmother's side, and my godmother has always been by my side. There has never been a third party between us, just as I want to believe in my godmother, my godmother believes in me.
[The End]

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