Mi madrina y yo

Hey, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to share this 100% true fact that I still think about, remember, and recall today. My name is Gastón, I'm 22 years old, and I'm from Córdoba Capital. A few years ago, I used to visit the page frequently until I became addicted to this section, so I'll tell you my story of what happened. The 25th of February 2020 was the day I returned from a long trip that had me working outside the country during the season. I lived with my old lady and sisters, but at that moment they were on vacation in my grandparents' house in Uruguay. When I got back from my trip, I reunited with friends whom I hadn't seen for a long time. The weeks following my return I enjoyed and made the most of them since I was alone and as any teenager, an empty house is a highly coveted place to facilitate romantic encounters and also share with friends without needing to maintain some kind of strict order or rule. My old lady would be returning the last week of March to resume her work, so I had plenty of time to enjoy myself. The weeks following my arrival, I got in touch with my godmother, a close friend of my mother's and mine. To be honest, given our relationship, I never looked at her differently than an average teenager looks at a family member. She was a woman around 50 years old, correct, professional, with three children living outside, recently separated, and had always been very authentic in her affection towards me. She helped me with the house, left some money and tasks that my mother had explained to her. We agreed that someday I would visit her for lunch, as we hadn't seen each other in a long time and she wanted me to tell her about my trip and keep me company since my family wasn't in Córdoba. The day I went to her house (she lives around 10 blocks from mine), was the day... Since mandatory quarantine was declared, even though it caught us off guard, it was something we had been expecting, and my old lady and I had already discussed it. So, the three of us decided that the best option was for me to stay there for a few days. I wouldn't be completely alone at home, as she would feel accompanied by being with her daughter, who was down emotionally due to her separation and distance from her children, so we closed all the doors and my old lady stayed calm.

The first few days were normal, almost doing nothing, reading, watching movies, playing some board games, eating food cooked by her perfectly, making purchases when possible, and not much else. One night, she proposed that I make an asado to break up the monotony, so we prepared the meal and opened a bottle of wine to relax a bit. I knew she participated in wine tastings regularly and it was always a topic of conversation. So, between the asado and on the table, we ended up finishing off a bottle of wine like it was water. At that moment, I thought there couldn't be a better occasion to offer her a joint. I was dying to smoke but never found the right moment. I offered, she agreed, we smoked, and then proceeded to open another bottle of wine. The table talk continued with long conversations and laughter. By this point, I already felt drunk, and she was even more so, so making an effort, she asked me to help her up the stairs because she was very dizzy and wanted to go to bed. I, in a state also questionable, lifted her from the chair and helped her get to her room, where I left her asleep. Tired and a bit disoriented, I decided to take a shower before going to bed but, taking advantage of the fact that she was asleep, I used her bathroom, which was much more comfortable and spacious. Inside the shower and under the rain of water, I heard the door open and saw her enter in a desperate state, also noting that she had undressed and only had on a shirt that made her voluptuous breasts visible. own of a big woman. At that moment it was when something woke up in me and from one moment to the next I started seeing her in another way.....

M: Sorry, sorry, sorrry! I wasn't making it to the other bathroom, I didn't know you were here...

J: No drama, auntie, I wanted to take a bath and came here because I thought you were asleep...

M: Ah yes, no drama about that. When you leave, if you want, throw yourself a blanket in the room, it's hot and I have the air on.

Y: It was true, that day I remember it was a summer heat and the humidity was oppressive. So I finished showering, went to my aunt's room where I slept, and stayed for a while with my phone. After half an hour, I went back to my aunt's room and didn't throw any blanket on the floor but got into her own bed trying not to wake her up. I lay down looking at the wall and just as I lay down she hugged me towards me, I assumed it was a reflex she had from being used to sleeping with her husband, but also due to the alcohol she had drunk. At first I was scared, but then I relaxed and reacted like any teenage masturbator, drunk and playful would have done.

At some point, I grabbed her hand that was hugging me and brought it towards my cock. I made her feel all of it. My cock was already bursting since I saw her in the bathroom. Those tits were overflowing from her sweater and made me think of all sorts of things. The instant I brought her hand, I felt it moving up and down and grabbing my dick. At this moment you wonder if you're having a dream or if what's happening is really true. With the lights off, I turned around, and put my head in her sweater until I reached the union of her giant breasts. That was when I got between them, my head sinking into those huge, juicy, bouncing tits. I licked, ate, sucked, went up to her neck and down to her belly, it was a porn video and I was the kid playing with the milf. I was in the middle of a compromising situation where I had broken a pact for life and in I was making her moan with pleasure, who until that moment was like an aunt to me. Suddenly everything ended, as if she had realized what was happening was wrong and that in her capacity as my godmother, she was abusing her godson. We stopped doing what we were doing and I promised myself not to force another situation. The moment was tense, but it was an implicit agreement. As if both of us knew it was wrong but the enjoyment was intense and incomparable.

The night ended that way and I proceeded to leave the room to go to bed in the other room, yes, with the urgent need to masturbate. The next day, I woke up to a call from her asking what I wanted for lunch, as if what had happened a few hours earlier didn't exist or as if my head hadn't sunk between her breasts. I don't know whether to deny it or repeat it.... To be continued