The Forbidden Obsession with My Godmother

I lay on my back in bed, my TV casting a dim glow over the room. The time was approaching 2am on a Saturday morning, and my sleep had been fitful. My mind kept drifting back to the encounter with my godmother, Jenny, earlier that evening. The memory of her spreading her legs wide, revealing her laced-covered 50-year-old pussy, sent a thrill through my body. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my semi-hard cock, my fingers stroking it slowly as I replayed the events of the night.

Jenny was asleep in another room, and her presence only added to my excitement. I could imagine her in her thin pajamas, her body relaxed and vulnerable. My cock hardened further at the thought, and I made up my mind to pay her a visit.

I approached the doorway, the thin curtain separating the rooms rustling as I pushed it aside. Jenny lay on her back, her head tilted away from me, and her body in a relaxed, starfish position. Her 36C breasts were visible beneath her two-piece sleepwear, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to them.

I knelt down beside the bed, my eyes fixed on Jenny’s breasts. I gently ran my hand over the thin fabric, searching for the nipple. As I touched it, I felt a surge of excitement, and I began to stimulate it, trying to coax it into erection. My fingers danced across the fabric, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.

After a few moments, I decided to take it further, easing my fingers under the pajama top and over the areola. Jenny’s nipple hardened almost immediately, and I felt a rush of pleasure. I continued to caress her breast, my fingers moving in a gentle, soothing motion. I listened intently for any change in Jenny’s breathing, but she remained deeply asleep.

Encouraged by her response, I decided to take it to the next level. I eased the top of her pajamas up, exposing her breast fully. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her nipple. I extended my tongue and circled it, feeling the hard nub of her nipple. I sucked it gently, pausing to ensure that I hadn’t woken Jenny.

As I began to pop her nipple in and out of my mouth, I felt a surge of excitement. I added the occasional lick and flick of my tongue, and Jenny’s nipple seemed to respond eagerly. I felt a sense of wonder at her well-kept breasts, and I knew that I wanted to see where this would go.

I decided to end the session, but as I turned to stand up, I felt a pang of disappointment. I reached for my cock, stroking it slowly as I thought about cumming all over her breast. But as I rocked my body forward, my cock brushing against her nipple, Jenny’s snoring stopped, and she turned to face me.

I froze, my eyes locked on hers, and she nodded at me, her eyes never leaving mine. She guided her mouth back onto my cock, her lips closing around it with a soft, wet sound. I felt a rush of pleasure as she began to suck, her mouth moving up and down my shaft with a slow, sensual rhythm.

I closed my eyes, letting myself drift on the wave of pleasure. Jenny’s mouth was incredible, and I felt myself getting harder with every stroke. I wanted to see if she could take it all in, and I began to meet her downward movement with my own forward push. But as I did, she gagged for the first time, her eyes flashing up to mine with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

I whispered a soft apology, and Jenny closed her eyes, her face relaxing into a calm, sensual expression. She began to suck with a faster, more urgent rhythm, and I felt my orgasm building to a fever pitch. I moaned loudly, my body tensing with anticipation.

Just as I was getting accustomed to the pace, Jenny reached around to my ass and pulled me in firmly, her lips pressing into my pubic region. She sucked hard on my cock, her mouth working it with a fierce, passionate intensity. I let out a loud groan, feeling my orgasm build to a crescendo.

But as I looked down, I saw Jenny’s face, her eyes locked on mine, and her smile a sly, knowing curve. She released her grip on my cock and said nothing, instead reaching for the waist of her shorts and pulling them down past her knees. She leaned forward, her ass presenting itself to me, and I knew that I was in for the ride of a lifetime.

I rubbed my cock against her entrance, feeling the wet heat of her aroused pussy. I eased in, feeling the walls of her vagina closing around me like a tight, sweet vice. I pulled back, and then thrust forward, feeling the friction build with every stroke. I knew that I was in for a wild ride, and I was ready to give in to my desires.

I took hold of Jenny’s hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I began to pound into her, my cock disappearing and reappearing with a rhythmic, primal motion. The room was filled with the sound of our fucking, and I knew that I was lost in the moment.

Jenny’s voice was a husky whisper, her words barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing: “Oooooh, oooooh, fuck it Kenny, FUCK ME.” The desperation in her tone was like a siren’s call, drawing me in, beckoning me to unleash my pent-up passion. I didn’t need any further encouragement – I was already lost, swept up in the torrent of desire that had been building between us.

My hips bucked forward, driving my cock deeper into Jenny’s warm, yielding flesh. Her body tensed, her muscles contracting around me as she strained towards her own climax. I could feel her heartbeat pounding through her skin, a primal rhythm that synchronized with my own racing pulse. Together, we were a single, throbbing entity, our pleasure intertwined like the threads of a rich tapestry.

Jenny’s hips began to gyrate, her body writhing in ecstasy as she milked the last drops of pleasure from me. My cock pulsed, a final, faltering beat, before it began to soften, slipping free from her clutches. I pulled back, watching in rapt attention as Jenny rocked her body back into a sitting position, her ass hovering just above the floor.

My cum glistened on the tile, a viscous, shimmering pool that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. I stood frozen, transfixed by the sight, as Jenny’s breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful, post-coital rhythm.

When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper: “Thank you, Kenny.” I could sense the weight of gratitude behind her words, the knowledge that she’d been locked out of pleasure for far too long.

I nodded, my throat constricting with emotion, as Jenny rolled over, her back to me. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she murmured, her voice already drifting off into sleep.

I turned, my footsteps quiet as I exited the room, leaving Jenny to her rest. I knew that this wasn’t the end of our exploration – far from it. We had only just begun to scratch the surface of the pleasure that waited for us, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.