"Ah... I can't take it anymore... you guys are going to kill me with pleasure..." "Godmother, hips higher please..." Late at night, I lay sprawled on the bed, my body limp, my hips raised high, manipulated into various positions by two strong men. It had been so long since I’d tasted such pleasure, and my primal desires, long buried deep within me, were finally unleashed. Until one of the men bit my ear, "Godmother, do you like the front or the back?" "Both... I like both..." I was a widow. Ever since my husband passed away, I had worked tirelessly to raise my son, hoping he would make something of himself. But one ordinary night, things began to spiral into an abyss beyond my control. That night, I was woken by the urge to pee, groggily getting ready to head to the bathroom. I noticed my son's room was slightly ajar, and faint sounds of heavy breathing drifted out. It was so late, and Josh was still awake? I tiptoed closer, only to see him lying on his bed, indulging himself, with a black lace thong covering his face. I bit my lip. Though I’d had a premonition, seeing this scene still made my face flush crimson. What made my breathing quicken even more was the phone screen in Josh's other hand. At first, I thought it was just a video to help him get in the mood, but when I heard vaguely familiar sounds through the speaker, I realized it was a video of him and a woman. And the woman pinned beneath him, clutching a pillow, frantically pushing her hips to meet his rhythm, was none other than Josh's godmother, Denise. Denise was my college friend, my best friend. Years ago, we got pregnant almost simultaneously, agreeing that if we had a boy and a girl, we’d become in-laws. If we had two boys or two girls, they’d become godchildren to each other. But I never in my wildest dreams imagined her taking the role of "godmother" to bed! I couldn't bring myself to watch any longer. Without even using the bathroom, I rushed back to my bedroom, sitting on the bed, lost in thought. Josh was at the peak of his vitality; every time I washed his underwear, I almost always found signs of nocturnal emissions. It was normal for him to have those urges. But why would he be involved with Denise? My thoughts drifted to my own godson, Tyler. Every time he saw me, he'd hug me, hold me, and lean into me. He'd say he was giving me a massage, but his hands would inevitably linger and roam. I used to feel flattered, thinking my charm hadn't faded. Now, thinking back, he definitely had something going on in his mind about me. Especially every time he massaged me, he’d ask, "Godmother, does that feel good?" It was utterly humiliating. Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door. "Mom, are you asleep?" I glanced down at my lace nightgown; only two thin straps supported my full, pale curves, and other than the sheer skirt, there was no other cover. I pulled the blanket over my legs before telling him to come in. Josh, dressed only in a pair of boxers, pushed open the door, his face looking strange. I hugged my shoulders, covering the parts my nightgown didn't conceal. "What's wrong, Josh?" "I want Godmother and Tyler to come over tomorrow." I bit my lower lip, surprised that he came to me in the middle of the night for this. But I wasn't ready to face Denise yet. Especially with my son being so full of youthful energy, what if they couldn't control themselves and did something? Should I avoid being there? Don't let Denise's usual delicate and frail demeanor fool you; she possessed a naturally captivating charm, a waist like a serpent, breasts full and round, and a pert, peachy behind. She was at an age of peak vitality, capable of drawing the very essence out of even the strongest man. If it happened too often, would it affect Josh's health? But seeing the hopeful expression on his face, I agreed. The next evening, I tidied up the house, welcoming Denise and Tyler into our home. Tyler was even taller than Josh, easily over six feet three, and with his love for fitness and basketball, his physique was astonishingly muscular. As soon as he entered, he scooped me up in a bear hug, burying his face in my chest without a care in the world. "Godmother, I missed you so much!" "Godmother, your chest is so soft, not only much bigger than my mom's, but it smells amazing too." "Go on, go on, what are you doing..." My face flushed crimson with embarrassment. "You're a grown man, still clinging to your old ways?" "It's not like I haven't before, Godmother, let me just have a taste again." With that, Tyler leaned into my chest, and my bra was getting undone. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't push him away. It wasn't until he lingered there, taking a long, deep breath as if savoring something, that he finally put me down. "Godmother, you look truly beautiful today." Perhaps it was the stirring of a dormant passion, ignited by what I’d learned about Josh and Denise, but I found myself truly enjoying Tyler's awestruck gaze today. It certainly made choosing this figure-hugging, low-cut short dress worth it. And Denise seemed to have dressed up too. Though a widow, she wore a striking red dress, her captivating, upturned eyes hinting at a subtle allure, exuding a mix of innocence and brazen charm. Her whole being radiated the sensual vibe of a sophisticated woman. No need to ask, my son must have been responsible for this! I shot Josh a look of annoyance. That brat! He might be full of energy, but he shouldn't be so reckless! Denise, unaware that I'd discovered their secret, sat down openly with Josh. They even shared drinks, their arms intertwined. The gooey-sweet look in their eyes, so thick it could be pulled into threads, clearly showed the shyness of a new bride. And Josh's hand was constantly under the table; no doubt, he was stroking Denise's thigh. Before long, Denise's cheeks were flushed, and she was sighing softly, leaning against Josh's lap. Though I couldn't see what they were doing, the soft, squelching sounds coming from Denise's mouth. They were so incredibly embarrassing, yet so strangely arousing. That little minx, she couldn't be... pleasuring Josh with her mouth, could she? My whole body was burning hot, and I unconsciously kept pouring red wine down my throat. I started to feel a little anxious. If Tyler found out, that would be the end of it. Thankfully, Tyler's attention remained entirely on me; he hadn't even glanced their way. "Godmother, I've learned some new pressure points. Let me give you a massage!" I didn't dare stay in the living room, so I took his hand and led him to the master bedroom. I lay face down on the bed. To my surprise, when Tyler placed his hands on my backside, it didn't feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it was too much wine, or perhaps it was because we had played so many risky games before that I had already adapted to something that was bound to happen eventually. So, I didn't refuse. Instead, I subtly lifted my hips, making it easier for him to undress me further. "Godmother, your backside is so beautiful." My face was pressed into the pillow, my disheveled hair fanned out, hiding my cheeks and, with them, my shame. But as Tyler's hands grew bolder, my legs began to tremble, and a thrill of breaking taboos, a mix of naughtiness and excitement, coursed through me. My glutes involuntarily clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. My unprecedented compliance emboldened Tyler. As he undid my bra, he continued, "And your skin is so fair, like a creamy cake." Then, his breath suddenly warmed my lower back, and he gave my backside a light bite. A warm, wet sensation traced its way from the base of my spine, following the curve of my waist and hips, up to my neck, and then behind my ear. "Oh..." I jolted. It tickled. So much. It was a tickle that went straight to my core, like an electric current, making me involuntarily arch my upper body, trembling uncontrollably. My period was still a week away, and this was when my desires were most intense. I unconsciously curled my toes, biting my lower lip tightly, afraid to open my mouth, straining every muscle in my body to fight the deep, bone-aching pleasure, terrified that I would let out an undignified moan. Finally, when I recovered and lay prone on the massage table again, I gasped heavily, almost pleading. "Godmother has always cared for you so much; is this how you treat her?" "Precisely because Godmother cares for me, I can't bear to see you alone." Tyler leaned in, biting my ear, "I will... make you feel on top of the world..." With that, he swiftly pulled down my underwear...
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