I think everyone has fantasized about, or at least looked at, a female family member. I managed to take this to a completely different level. It was about my mother's sister. I've been looking at my godmother since I was about ten years old, and over time she's gotten a lot bigger, with rounder breasts and ass, thighs, and everything tighter. At first I just held her, especially when we were at the beach, but she ended it with a small slap and a smile on her face. The years passed and I was 21 and she was 46. In the summer I went up to visit them in Pest for a week. Her husband always went to work late at night, so we were home alone. When I came out of the bath, I saw her wrap a towel around herself and go to the kitchen to drink. I went behind her and hugged her from behind, while I was snuggling up to her with my underwear. She asked me to stop because she was embarrassed, but for some reason I couldn't stop, I started kissing her while one of my hands was already between her legs and the other was holding her breasts. I wanted to put her on the kitchen counter but she got out of my hands and ran back into the bathroom. I thought to myself, now or never, I can't stop like this, I don't know what hit me then but I took off all my inhibitions. I went after her, then in front of the bathroom I threw my boxers off and went to my godmother, who wanted to ask me to finish again, but she couldn't say it through because in the meantime I put her on the washing machine and pushed my erect cock into her huge ass. She screamed, then she endured it in silence for a while, sometimes with small moans. Then a little while After that, I heard something I always wanted from her mouth: "Come on, harder, I mean, I beg you, fuck me!" My cock was rumbling inside her like a steam locomotive. On the way into the room, we got out of each other's mouths, she kissed me so wildly that I thought she was going to operate on my tongue. We lay down on the bed and she bounced on me like a goddess, her huge breasts like melons just swayed in the air. After an hour and a half of intense sex, I finally lay down, we spread out next to each other on the bed. We kissed, caressed, and groped each other for a while. The next morning, when we had lunch with her husband, she acted as if nothing had happened, but I saw the desire in her eyes that she still wanted it very much. We repeated it a few more times the next day of the week, it got better and better. Not long after that I started working, but I always go up on weekends because my husband is already working in Germany and rarely comes home. My godmother was the one who made me a man and the consequence of that is that I will always measure my sexual partners by her.

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