"Godmother, open wide." The words barely registered. Tonight, I lay naked, clutching a pillow, my hips arched high, head thrown back in a submissive arch, sandwiched between two strong men. "Mmmph… I can't… it's too much… too much…" I was a widow. Since my husband passed, I’d poured my heart and soul into raising my son, Leo, hoping he’d make something of himself. But one ordinary night, things began to slide into a chasm beyond my control. That evening, I was woken by a full bladder and groggily made my way toward the bathroom. Yet, as I passed Leo’s room, I noticed his door was ajar, and faint, muffled sounds of gasping drifted out. So late, and Leo’s still awake? I crept closer, then froze. Through the crack, I saw him on his bed, pleasuring himself. A black lace thong was draped over his face. I bit down on my lip. Although I’d had my suspicions, seeing it laid bare sent a scorching flush through me. What made my breathing hitch even more was the screen of Leo’s phone, clutched in his other hand. At first, I assumed it was just one of his private videos. But when the faint, disturbingly familiar sounds from the speaker reached me, I realized it was a video of him in bed with a woman. And the woman pinned beneath him, clutching a pillow, thrusting her hips wildly to meet his rhythm, was none other than Leo's godmother, Denise. Denise was my college friend, my closest confidante. Years ago, we’d both been pregnant around the same time and joked that if we had a boy and a girl, we’d tie our families together. If we had two boys or two girls, they’d become godchildren to the other. But I never in my wildest dreams imagined her taking her ‘godmother’ duties right to his bed! I couldn't bear to watch another second. I hurried back to my room without even making it to the bathroom, my mind racing as I sat on my bed. My son was at the peak of his vitality; every time I washed his underwear, I found evidence of nocturnal emissions. It was natural for him to have needs. But why, why with Denise? My thoughts involuntarily drifted to my own godson, Alex. Every time he saw me, he’d hug me tight, kissing my cheek. He’d say he was giving me a massage, but his hands would invariably stray, roaming over me. I used to feel a little smug, thinking I still had my charm. Now, thinking back, he must have been interested in me all along. Especially when he'd ask during our ‘massages,’ “Godmother, did that feel good?” It was utterly mortifying. Just then, a soft knock came at my door. “Mom, are you asleep?” I glanced down at my lace nightgown. Two thin straps barely supported my pale, soft breasts, and the sheer skirt offered little coverage. I pulled a throw over my legs before telling him to come in. Leo, clad only in boxers, pushed the door open, his expression odd. I instinctively crossed my arms, shielding the parts my nightgown didn’t quite cover. “What is it, Leo?” “Tomorrow, I want Godmother and Alex to come visit.” I bit my lower lip. I hadn’t expected him to approach me about this in the middle of the night. I wasn't ready to face Denise. Especially with my son so full of vigor – if they got carried away, should I just leave them to it? Denise usually seemed delicate and fragile, but she had a naturally alluring face, a waist like a serpent’s, breasts full and rounded, and buttocks firm and lush like peaches – the kind of figure that made men go wild. She was at an age of intense vitality, capable of draining even the strongest man dry. Wouldn't such frequent activity affect Leo’s energy? But looking at his hopeful expression, I relented. The next evening, I tidied the house, welcoming Denise and Alex through the door. Alex was taller than Leo, well over six feet, and with his love for fitness and basketball, his physique was astonishingly well-built. As soon as he stepped inside, he swept me into a hug, unabashedly burying his face in my chest, rubbing against me. “Godmother, I missed you so much!” “Godmother, your breasts are so soft, so much bigger than my mom’s, and they smell incredible.” “Oh, stop it, you! What are you doing?” I flushed crimson. “You’re a grown man, still wanting milk?” “It’s not like I haven’t had them before, Godmother. Let me taste them again.” With that, Alex directly pulled down my neckline and began kissing and sucking at my chest, almost tearing my bra in the process. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. Not until he’d sucked greedily a few times, satisfying his craving, did he finally let me go. “Godmother, you look truly beautiful today.” Perhaps it was the fire sparked within me by Leo and Denise’s secret, but I found myself strangely enjoying Alex’s awestruck gaze tonight. My choice of a form-fitting, low-cut short dress had certainly paid off. Denise, too, seemed to have dressed up. Though a widow, she wore a striking red dress, her alluring, upturned eyes radiating an intoxicating blend of innocence and brazen allure. She exuded the sensual air of a seasoned woman. There was no need to ask; my son must have been... nourishing her. I shot a resentful glare at Leo. That rascal, so much energy, but he shouldn't squander it like that! Denise, unaware I knew their secret, openly settled beside Leo. They even shared a drink, their eyes locked in an almost inappropriate way, a sickly sweet gaze that stretched like taffy, her expression the shy demeanor of a new bride. Leo's hand was under the table, and if I wasn't mistaken, his hand was on Denise's thigh, maybe even lower. Before long, Denise’s cheeks were flushed, soft whimpers escaped her lips, and she practically melted onto Leo’s lap. Though I couldn't see what they were doing, the wet, sticky sounds she made—"gurgles and squishes"—were both utterly mortifying and incredibly arousing. That little hussy, was she... pleasuring him down there? My body felt hot, and a sense of urgency began to prickle. If Alex noticed, it would be over for me. Thankfully, Alex’s attention was fully on me; he hadn't even glanced their way. “Godmother, I’ve learned a few new special pressure points. Let me give you a massage!” I didn’t dare stay in the living room. Taking his hand, I led him to the master bedroom and lay face down on the bed. To my surprise, when Alex placed his hands on my buttocks, I didn’t feel any discomfort. Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps the countless suggestive interactions over the years had accustomed me to something like this inevitably happening. So not only did I not refuse, I even lifted my hips slightly to make it easier for him to pull down my dress. “Godmother, your backside is so beautiful.” My face was pressed into the pillow, my disheveled long hair falling, covering my face and, mercifully, my blush. But as Alex’s hands grew bolder, my legs began to tremble. A forbidden thrill, a rush of excitement from doing something wrong, spread through me. My butt cheeks involuntarily clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. My unprecedented submission emboldened Alex further. As he unhooked my bra, he continued, “And your skin is so fair, like a cream cake.” Then, his warm breath suddenly ghosted over my lower back, and he gently bit my backside. His warm, moist tongue traced a path from my tailbone, up the curve of my waist and hip, all the way to my neck, and then to behind my ear. “Oh…” I shuddered. It tickled. It tickled so much. It was a tickle that went straight to my core, like an electric shock. I involuntarily arched my upper body, trembling uncontrollably. My period was still a week away, and this was when my desire was at its peak. I unconsciously curled my toes, biting down hard on my lower lip. I dared not open my mouth, straining every muscle in my body to fight the intense, aching numbness that reached my very core, terrified I would let out a shameless, wanton moan. Finally, when I regained my composure, I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Godmother has been so good to you, and this is how you treat her?” “It’s precisely because Godmother is so good to me that I can’t bear to see you widowed any longer.” Alex leaned down, biting my earlobe. “I’ll make you… feel like you’re flying…” Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Leo, naked, carrying a flushed Denise in his arms, walked in and laid her down beside me. As if on cue, Alex abruptly pulled down my panties…
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