My Girlfriend's Godmother and Her Secret Kinks

"I'm so sorry! Please don't tell anyone about my fetish!"

The voice of my girlfriend's beautiful godmother, Jenna Johnston, drifts from the storage room in the convenience store.

Well, I've stumbled upon Jenna's adult toy fetish in the storage room. Now that the cat's out of the bag, Jenna kneels before me and states that she's willing to do anything as long as I don't reveal her secret to anyone else.

When Jenna arches her body with her back facing me, I can't hold myself back any longer…

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?"

It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store.

I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room?

At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind.

Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away.

But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.

Could those sounds really be coming from her?

Confused, I noticed the storage room door wasn't fully closed. I carefully pushed it open just a crack. The sight that greeted me blew my mind.

Ms. Johnston was wearing a sleeveless red dress that day, her fair and slender arms exposed. She was facing sideways to me. The fabric of her dress was thin, almost sheer. And from my angle, I could clearly see the fullness of her chest.

It was no wonder people said mature women were better. Who could resist a figure like that?

She was sitting on an old wooden chair, leaning slightly forward. Her peach-shaped behind was taut, full and rounded. Her body moved, both her chest and butt jiggling with the motion. My heart seemed to sway along with her.

I gulped hard. My whole body burned uncontrollably.

When my gaze dropped lower, I realized Ms. Johnston was holding a large toy in her hand. It was pressed against the front of her dress, slowly sliding downward.

What was she about to do? Could it be…

My body was practically on fire. All reason went out the window.

My hand instinctively nudged the door slightly, and it creaked. Instantly, Ms. Johnston startled like a frightened rabbit and hurriedly stood up. Her full figure trembled, jiggling all over.

Her beautiful face flushed red as she turned toward me, now filled with an unexpected allure.

With a soft thud, the toy fell to the ground.

Seeing it, I finally understood why she never allowed me into this storage room and why the door was always locked.

So, this was where Ms. Johnston always came to have her "alone time". And I say "always" because as she stood, I caught sight of a stack of similar toys in a corner of the room. There were so many that even using one a day would've kept her busy for quite a while.

When she noticed me frozen there, staring at the pile of toys, her face burned even redder, and she quickly walked toward me. As she moved, her long, pale legs swayed beneath the red dress, as if she had no strength left.