This is the last image of my godparents together, the last photograph of my godfather with life, he died and left my godmother a widow. Bad tongues said that he wasn't all the masculinity expected, or rather, what was expected by the family in general.
So the whole family was urging the widow, my aunt-in-law, to overcome her grief quickly. They were asking her to take the first step by giving up mourning, that is, not wearing black, but she would smile and remain silent or refuse.
My godmother was and is an attractive woman, perhaps she didn't have classic beauty, but rather exotic one, yes, that's the most appropriate term. She was tall, maybe a bit stout due to being a woman and having a broad build, she looked imposing. That also produced curiosity when she introduced my godfather to her family. A chubby man, shorter in stature than her and clearly effeminate.
Irma, that's the name of my godmother, she was a simple woman, straightforward, perhaps a bit coarse in her physical posture, not very feminine. That was another conjecture made by the family about her personality, everyone believed she had acquired it due to her husband's temper, my godfather inverted.
Since I was their only godson, very dear to both of them, almost like a son, well, I was always treated as the son they didn't have. The family environment asked me, even demanded that I try to make her see reason, reintegrate her into society. She had always dedicated herself to the home, she was just another housewife, didn't know anything about the outside world, and honestly, they didn't accept my negatives, I had to accept the clan's decision.
After much debating and questioning, she finally agreed to accompany me on a mini vacation, a long weekend, four days of leisure by the Atlantic coast. I promised her that I would show her the nightlife of the most important seaside resort in our country. She knew it wasn't anything out of this world, but she had been locked up, confined between the four walls of her home. Everything was new to Irma.
I'm not sure what she imagined, but she brought a lot of luggage, I thought it was an exaggeration, but I didn't say anything to avoid disappointing her. However, that conditioned me for outings, we should visit places where she could dress according to what would happen. And already in motion made me change what I had thought about accommodation. I had to book a better category hotel, where we stayed.Until I had a piano!
Little by little, I was managing to convince her that she would modify, change her wardrobe and opt for skirts, dresses, and leave aside the pants. Although, she didn't have anything of what I was asking for, so while she was unpacking and disarming her suitcases, I went to some used clothing outlets in good condition and bought a pair of clothes, which were also on sale at the end of the season because they were something bold, no one had bought them. I ended up like an idol.
Eye that, it also cost me a lot to convince her to use them, but we were on an adventure weekend and we agreed on a motto, What would happen that weekend would remain between us and in that seaside city. Whoa!I exclaimed when I saw her wearing the clothes I gave her, she looked like a different person, I told her that. And she repliedI also feel other!
After dinner where she wore the long dress and we talked about trivial things, we returned to the hotel and went to sleep because the next morning our tourist raid would begin properly, our excursion started on Thursday, first holiday day, and we would go to very characteristic mountains of the placeSierras de los Padres
We had a spectacular day, a crystal-clear day, despite it being autumn, the temperature was very pleasant, almost hot. We spent all morning in the mountains. At midday we changed to have lunch on the patio of another hotel where we stopped and decided to go to the beach in the afternoon.
That was the moment where I think everything changed, where she clicked. The afternoon was for a bathing suit, however, neither of us had brought one, because normally the climate in that season is fresher, it's unthinkable to bathe at the beach out of season. But those days were unique, hot. What she did when she heard the sea was take off her dress and be left in intimate lingerie. My eyes popped out, she noticed and exclaimed.I never understood the difference between a swimsuit and underwear!
Although what she said didn't seem unreasonable to me, I could still agree with her even more, since both of us knew it wasn't the same thing. That made a very special morbo appear in me and probably in her too. To avoid leaving her exposed and without an answer to her statement, I said We're practically alone, the beach is deserted!In truth there weren't any tourists in that place, most of them stay on the central beaches which are more popular.
Anyway, it also gave her something to be embarrassed about, and she covered herself with an improvised kind of 'pareo', a large handkerchief that is usually used over the bathing suit. A kind of veil. But then she covered herself with a cloak, a tunic, a kind of nightgown. Anyway, that would have been unthinkable just a few days before.
While returning to the mountain inn, she, half-naked, stopped to play with a stray dog and gave me a look of gratitude like. It was as if I had been responsible for showing her not only a different world from what she was used to, but also having her as the main character.
Already back at our main lodging, she sat on the stairs of the room, it was a kind of duplex, a room with two levels and two beds, her upstairs and me downstairs. And she started telling me part of her life with my godfather, her husband.
What he confessed to me I would never have imagined, it was a kind of 'dead mosquito', no one in the family would believe it. In brief summary, he told me that my godparents were a swinger couple, that is, everything I had reasoned until then was wrong, nothing of what I believed was like that. He told me some anecdotes about their activities and I even blushed at what he said.
So that from that moment on the one who continued guiding that experience that was supposed to be a break and recreation, was my godmother Irma. She proposed going on a 'caravan', like she did with my godfather, she would be my partner to share it.
And so it was, that night we went to a party, because in all cities and Mar del Plata, it wasn't an exception, there were swingers. She took out a schedule made some calls and contacted. What I experienced was something crazy, something outside of what I knew, taken from the normal, without measure or moderation.
We return to the hotel around 9 AM after a night of wild and unbridled sex. My aunt walking down the street almost naked, half-dressed or undressed, and really messed up.
We slept all day, never saw the beach again despite sunny days, and on that second night, more organized, we would attend a local swinger party. And everything that comes with it, all other production, my godmother and the others were almost naked, like wearing only sexy lingerie.
Due to that, we rented a car, it wasn't possible to go on public transportation with my aunt's attire, in fact during the trip some drivers noticed her outfit and honked at us, at red lights it was even worse, when some drivers would stop halfway out of their windows and yell out cheesy compliments, and even had one driver get out of his vehicle and try to make her roll down her window or get off the rental car, madness.
When we arrived at the place, she got out of the car and waited for me outside it to let me park in the private parking lot, I had wanted to leave it right in front of the bowling alley, but the security of the same prevented me from doing so and I had to take it to the garage. Meanwhile, she was standing on the street like that dressed. Despite it already being late and there not being many people, anyway, traffic alerted her and the rubbernecks slowed down to observe her.
More complicated it became to cross the avenue to the local afterwards, since we diverged through the parking lot, that was a pandemonium, she was causing a lot of noise and confusion. After the commotion, we entered the building on the brink of scandal.
Already inside, the ruckus was different, it turned into a Babel. A whole congregation of people, some known to her and others absolutely unknown, were crowding around her.
I was passing unnoticed by her side, I was in the background, plus it was super crowded with men, they were like a pack participating in a hunt, I don't know how she wasn't scared, I had an intense fear that everything would spiral out of control. Anyway, my godmother had lectured me on some basic rules for that kind of encounter. Women had the power to give permission to others to take ownership of their person, but never by force.
She dominated the scene and chose who to submit to, a type of relationship that was being constructed in the moment, dynamic. Everything was a public representation that was executed without pretending, without appearing anything, everything left to imagination, seeking the essence of pleasure. I looked on with suspicion, watched and controlled those who seemed suspicious to me, actually she had explained to me that this was the function of men swingers, to take care of their women during sexual genital delivery.
My godmother was going to fully satisfy herself and thanked me by raising her cup in the center of the dance floor, for making her return to that activity and/or rejoin the swingers' community again. She told meThanks for restoring my old passion, I thought it was over with his death, come on! I recovered what I thought was lost!
I answeredI thought it was a moral obligation to reintegrate you into society! I must be honest, I never imagined this!I manifested that for him to consider it, I thought it was a negative decision to continue with that.You're going to lose out in this mess!I affirmed
Without saying another word, all types stripped naked and the orgy began. My godmother, surrounded by me, in the midst of a tangle of unrelated bodies, entangling herself perilously in relationships that she couldn't define as loving under any concept.
That was something alienated, she went from one penis to another, it seemed she was deprived of all logical judgment. I was ecstatic about what I saw and she experienced. I withdrew observing that, I moved away with a feeling of shame, she had no modesty in my presence at the place.
Moreover, she was looking for me with her eyes, remember that she had asked me to stay close, to watch over her, to take care of her, since her body would also enter ecstasy when I started developing the genital activity, and her mind would cloud up due to the stimulation or manipulation of my sexual organs and erogenous zones.
Attracted all the porn to herself, sucked with lips and tongue the cum of strangers, nursed, sucked, devoured, and swallowed all the finishes. Sometimes before ingesting the semen, she played with it by hollowing out her tongue, transforming it like a vessel.
I savored it. I relished it, delighting in the different flavors of guasca. I poured slowly the juice of cock, taking them to determine and appreciate their consistency, the smell of that substance, nourishing by absorbing, energizing its organic tissues with those external substances.
The second step was the actual penetration, the introduction of those liquids into her body, invaded by all sides, with intensity, with force, attacked with violent shocks from the different bodies.
She literally creaked. She made certain sounds when coming into contact with some bodies as they rubbed or scraped against each other, it seemed like they were going to burst their holes. The sound was similar to the noise that wood makes when burning, this human mixture emitted a lot of heat.
That crowd of confused and disordered people smelled bad, the atmosphere became dense, it was a mix of manure with waste. I turned into a party pooper by interrupting that situationEnough godmother, let's go!I'll shout
Everyone stopped, she sat on the floor covered in ejaculations, remnants of semen dripped from her breasts, stomach, she smiled at me. She stretched and took a glass of water, seemed thirsty, had dehydrated among the crowd, and said Gentlemen, my partner decided it's enough, it's over!And with those simple words, everyone dispersed without any disturbance, which was what I feared.
Return to our accommodation in the car and while we were doing so my godmother told me,I loved that you participated with me in the gang bang! You did it very well! You took care of me just as I asked! And although you were a bit authoritarian when deciding to end the party, you closed it somehow! Now, all that's left is for you to integrate, interact!I remained in silence, without responding, nor had I even been excited by that.
She told meI'm going to clean myself! I have more dust than Wan Chan Kein's shoes! Ordered room service because I invited myself in!I called the reception and asked for champagne. Additionally, I warned them that I was running out of cigarettes so I requested some, but however they clarified that the place was smoke-free so they didn't provide anything like that. Then I let my aunt know that I was looking for a kiosk and coming back. With the sound of water in the shower, I wasn't sure if she heard.
When I returned, I found the service type naked finishing in his mouthWhat are you doing godmother!I'll yell, she quickly got up, I thought it was to apologize and kick the waiter out, since when getting up subtly her towel fell off her head. But no, instead she continued and did a 'Boobs fuck', grabbed his cock between her breasts.
I went straight to my rooms and fell asleep already exhausted from my promiscuous aunt. However, when I woke up, probably due to the commotion, I got up and went towards where the noises were coming from, of course, my aunt's room, and found an orgy and my aunt screwed by all the hotel staff.
My godmother looks at me happily, like she's doing a favor, opens her legs and says...Come on, now it's your turn!I watched her with disappointment and I retired saying to herTake them sick!I remember as I was leaving that one of them was telling me 'Don't get upset, go through the cash desk and they'll refund your entire stay!' That was the last thing I knew about her.
I wanted to imagine her reflecting on what had happened, ending with the entristecida hangover saddened by what had happened. But it wasn't like that, days after my departure we received at home a letter, a postcard, with her new partner, the owner of that hotel. My family in full congratulated me on what I had done for my godmother.
stepfather.
Finally, it seems like he found a man like people! He uses his head and got a normal couple! My family said This is his current boyfriend, my future father-in-law, another swinger, I thought to myselfIf they only knew who my godmother was!
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So the whole family was urging the widow, my aunt-in-law, to overcome her grief quickly. They were asking her to take the first step by giving up mourning, that is, not wearing black, but she would smile and remain silent or refuse.
My godmother was and is an attractive woman, perhaps she didn't have classic beauty, but rather exotic one, yes, that's the most appropriate term. She was tall, maybe a bit stout due to being a woman and having a broad build, she looked imposing. That also produced curiosity when she introduced my godfather to her family. A chubby man, shorter in stature than her and clearly effeminate.
Irma, that's the name of my godmother, she was a simple woman, straightforward, perhaps a bit coarse in her physical posture, not very feminine. That was another conjecture made by the family about her personality, everyone believed she had acquired it due to her husband's temper, my godfather inverted.
Since I was their only godson, very dear to both of them, almost like a son, well, I was always treated as the son they didn't have. The family environment asked me, even demanded that I try to make her see reason, reintegrate her into society. She had always dedicated herself to the home, she was just another housewife, didn't know anything about the outside world, and honestly, they didn't accept my negatives, I had to accept the clan's decision.
After much debating and questioning, she finally agreed to accompany me on a mini vacation, a long weekend, four days of leisure by the Atlantic coast. I promised her that I would show her the nightlife of the most important seaside resort in our country. She knew it wasn't anything out of this world, but she had been locked up, confined between the four walls of her home. Everything was new to Irma.
I'm not sure what she imagined, but she brought a lot of luggage, I thought it was an exaggeration, but I didn't say anything to avoid disappointing her. However, that conditioned me for outings, we should visit places where she could dress according to what would happen. And already in motion made me change what I had thought about accommodation. I had to book a better category hotel, where we stayed.Until I had a piano!
Little by little, I was managing to convince her that she would modify, change her wardrobe and opt for skirts, dresses, and leave aside the pants. Although, she didn't have anything of what I was asking for, so while she was unpacking and disarming her suitcases, I went to some used clothing outlets in good condition and bought a pair of clothes, which were also on sale at the end of the season because they were something bold, no one had bought them. I ended up like an idol.
Eye that, it also cost me a lot to convince her to use them, but we were on an adventure weekend and we agreed on a motto, What would happen that weekend would remain between us and in that seaside city. Whoa!I exclaimed when I saw her wearing the clothes I gave her, she looked like a different person, I told her that. And she repliedI also feel other!
After dinner where she wore the long dress and we talked about trivial things, we returned to the hotel and went to sleep because the next morning our tourist raid would begin properly, our excursion started on Thursday, first holiday day, and we would go to very characteristic mountains of the placeSierras de los Padres
We had a spectacular day, a crystal-clear day, despite it being autumn, the temperature was very pleasant, almost hot. We spent all morning in the mountains. At midday we changed to have lunch on the patio of another hotel where we stopped and decided to go to the beach in the afternoon.
That was the moment where I think everything changed, where she clicked. The afternoon was for a bathing suit, however, neither of us had brought one, because normally the climate in that season is fresher, it's unthinkable to bathe at the beach out of season. But those days were unique, hot. What she did when she heard the sea was take off her dress and be left in intimate lingerie. My eyes popped out, she noticed and exclaimed.I never understood the difference between a swimsuit and underwear!
Although what she said didn't seem unreasonable to me, I could still agree with her even more, since both of us knew it wasn't the same thing. That made a very special morbo appear in me and probably in her too. To avoid leaving her exposed and without an answer to her statement, I said We're practically alone, the beach is deserted!In truth there weren't any tourists in that place, most of them stay on the central beaches which are more popular.
Anyway, it also gave her something to be embarrassed about, and she covered herself with an improvised kind of 'pareo', a large handkerchief that is usually used over the bathing suit. A kind of veil. But then she covered herself with a cloak, a tunic, a kind of nightgown. Anyway, that would have been unthinkable just a few days before.
While returning to the mountain inn, she, half-naked, stopped to play with a stray dog and gave me a look of gratitude like. It was as if I had been responsible for showing her not only a different world from what she was used to, but also having her as the main character.
Already back at our main lodging, she sat on the stairs of the room, it was a kind of duplex, a room with two levels and two beds, her upstairs and me downstairs. And she started telling me part of her life with my godfather, her husband.
What he confessed to me I would never have imagined, it was a kind of 'dead mosquito', no one in the family would believe it. In brief summary, he told me that my godparents were a swinger couple, that is, everything I had reasoned until then was wrong, nothing of what I believed was like that. He told me some anecdotes about their activities and I even blushed at what he said.
So that from that moment on the one who continued guiding that experience that was supposed to be a break and recreation, was my godmother Irma. She proposed going on a 'caravan', like she did with my godfather, she would be my partner to share it.
And so it was, that night we went to a party, because in all cities and Mar del Plata, it wasn't an exception, there were swingers. She took out a schedule made some calls and contacted. What I experienced was something crazy, something outside of what I knew, taken from the normal, without measure or moderation.
We return to the hotel around 9 AM after a night of wild and unbridled sex. My aunt walking down the street almost naked, half-dressed or undressed, and really messed up.
We slept all day, never saw the beach again despite sunny days, and on that second night, more organized, we would attend a local swinger party. And everything that comes with it, all other production, my godmother and the others were almost naked, like wearing only sexy lingerie.
Due to that, we rented a car, it wasn't possible to go on public transportation with my aunt's attire, in fact during the trip some drivers noticed her outfit and honked at us, at red lights it was even worse, when some drivers would stop halfway out of their windows and yell out cheesy compliments, and even had one driver get out of his vehicle and try to make her roll down her window or get off the rental car, madness.
When we arrived at the place, she got out of the car and waited for me outside it to let me park in the private parking lot, I had wanted to leave it right in front of the bowling alley, but the security of the same prevented me from doing so and I had to take it to the garage. Meanwhile, she was standing on the street like that dressed. Despite it already being late and there not being many people, anyway, traffic alerted her and the rubbernecks slowed down to observe her.
More complicated it became to cross the avenue to the local afterwards, since we diverged through the parking lot, that was a pandemonium, she was causing a lot of noise and confusion. After the commotion, we entered the building on the brink of scandal.
Already inside, the ruckus was different, it turned into a Babel. A whole congregation of people, some known to her and others absolutely unknown, were crowding around her.
I was passing unnoticed by her side, I was in the background, plus it was super crowded with men, they were like a pack participating in a hunt, I don't know how she wasn't scared, I had an intense fear that everything would spiral out of control. Anyway, my godmother had lectured me on some basic rules for that kind of encounter. Women had the power to give permission to others to take ownership of their person, but never by force.
She dominated the scene and chose who to submit to, a type of relationship that was being constructed in the moment, dynamic. Everything was a public representation that was executed without pretending, without appearing anything, everything left to imagination, seeking the essence of pleasure. I looked on with suspicion, watched and controlled those who seemed suspicious to me, actually she had explained to me that this was the function of men swingers, to take care of their women during sexual genital delivery.
My godmother was going to fully satisfy herself and thanked me by raising her cup in the center of the dance floor, for making her return to that activity and/or rejoin the swingers' community again. She told meThanks for restoring my old passion, I thought it was over with his death, come on! I recovered what I thought was lost!
I answeredI thought it was a moral obligation to reintegrate you into society! I must be honest, I never imagined this!I manifested that for him to consider it, I thought it was a negative decision to continue with that.You're going to lose out in this mess!I affirmed
Without saying another word, all types stripped naked and the orgy began. My godmother, surrounded by me, in the midst of a tangle of unrelated bodies, entangling herself perilously in relationships that she couldn't define as loving under any concept.
That was something alienated, she went from one penis to another, it seemed she was deprived of all logical judgment. I was ecstatic about what I saw and she experienced. I withdrew observing that, I moved away with a feeling of shame, she had no modesty in my presence at the place.
Moreover, she was looking for me with her eyes, remember that she had asked me to stay close, to watch over her, to take care of her, since her body would also enter ecstasy when I started developing the genital activity, and her mind would cloud up due to the stimulation or manipulation of my sexual organs and erogenous zones.
Attracted all the porn to herself, sucked with lips and tongue the cum of strangers, nursed, sucked, devoured, and swallowed all the finishes. Sometimes before ingesting the semen, she played with it by hollowing out her tongue, transforming it like a vessel.
I savored it. I relished it, delighting in the different flavors of guasca. I poured slowly the juice of cock, taking them to determine and appreciate their consistency, the smell of that substance, nourishing by absorbing, energizing its organic tissues with those external substances.
The second step was the actual penetration, the introduction of those liquids into her body, invaded by all sides, with intensity, with force, attacked with violent shocks from the different bodies.
She literally creaked. She made certain sounds when coming into contact with some bodies as they rubbed or scraped against each other, it seemed like they were going to burst their holes. The sound was similar to the noise that wood makes when burning, this human mixture emitted a lot of heat.
That crowd of confused and disordered people smelled bad, the atmosphere became dense, it was a mix of manure with waste. I turned into a party pooper by interrupting that situationEnough godmother, let's go!I'll shout
Everyone stopped, she sat on the floor covered in ejaculations, remnants of semen dripped from her breasts, stomach, she smiled at me. She stretched and took a glass of water, seemed thirsty, had dehydrated among the crowd, and said Gentlemen, my partner decided it's enough, it's over!And with those simple words, everyone dispersed without any disturbance, which was what I feared.
Return to our accommodation in the car and while we were doing so my godmother told me,I loved that you participated with me in the gang bang! You did it very well! You took care of me just as I asked! And although you were a bit authoritarian when deciding to end the party, you closed it somehow! Now, all that's left is for you to integrate, interact!I remained in silence, without responding, nor had I even been excited by that.
She told meI'm going to clean myself! I have more dust than Wan Chan Kein's shoes! Ordered room service because I invited myself in!I called the reception and asked for champagne. Additionally, I warned them that I was running out of cigarettes so I requested some, but however they clarified that the place was smoke-free so they didn't provide anything like that. Then I let my aunt know that I was looking for a kiosk and coming back. With the sound of water in the shower, I wasn't sure if she heard.
When I returned, I found the service type naked finishing in his mouthWhat are you doing godmother!I'll yell, she quickly got up, I thought it was to apologize and kick the waiter out, since when getting up subtly her towel fell off her head. But no, instead she continued and did a 'Boobs fuck', grabbed his cock between her breasts.
I went straight to my rooms and fell asleep already exhausted from my promiscuous aunt. However, when I woke up, probably due to the commotion, I got up and went towards where the noises were coming from, of course, my aunt's room, and found an orgy and my aunt screwed by all the hotel staff.
My godmother looks at me happily, like she's doing a favor, opens her legs and says...Come on, now it's your turn!I watched her with disappointment and I retired saying to herTake them sick!I remember as I was leaving that one of them was telling me 'Don't get upset, go through the cash desk and they'll refund your entire stay!' That was the last thing I knew about her.
I wanted to imagine her reflecting on what had happened, ending with the entristecida hangover saddened by what had happened. But it wasn't like that, days after my departure we received at home a letter, a postcard, with her new partner, the owner of that hotel. My family in full congratulated me on what I had done for my godmother.
stepfather.
Finally, it seems like he found a man like people! He uses his head and got a normal couple! My family said This is his current boyfriend, my future father-in-law, another swinger, I thought to myselfIf they only knew who my godmother was!
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