Me and my daughter-in-law (repost)

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I have an enviable family. My wife is hardworking and virtuous, and my son, Xiao Niu, is handsome and filial. Two years ago, he married a beautiful and lovely woman named Xu Lili. I've always enjoyed sports and exercise, so I'm physically strong—most young men aren't as fit as me. However, I have one thing that bothers me a lot: sex. After my wife went through menopause at forty-nine, she developed frigidity and wouldn't let me touch her anymore. We even have to sleep separately; she sleeps in the big room, and I sleep in the small room. Poor me, with my extremely strong sex drive, I have to masturbate like I did when I was a child. I'm fifty years old now, and masturbating in front of my wife is truly shameful.

My son, Xiao Niu, works for a car company, hauling materials for construction sites, but he doesn't earn much. He saw the potential in long-distance freight hauling—it's hard work, but the pay is higher—so he switched jobs to a long-distance bus company, only able to come home four or five times a year. When my son switched jobs, our whole family objected. Who wouldn't want to be with their family every day? But my son has always been a stubborn mule; once he's made up his mind, no one can change it, so we had to let him go. Later, when he left a lot of money at home, the whole family stopped saying anything.

There were three reasons why the family disagreed with my son's long-distance driving. My wife was the most reluctant to let him leave, after all, he had never been away from us since he was a child, and she was afraid he would suffer if he went out. My daughter-in-law, Lili, was afraid that long-distance driving was dangerous, like a car accident or being robbed, and since my son was so stubborn, he would be at a disadvantage if he got into a fight. My worries were multifaceted, stemming from my wife's concerns and my daughter-in-law's concerns, but what worried me most was my daughter-in-law, Lili. She was so beautiful; if she couldn't resist loneliness and fell in love with someone else, then our family line wouldn't be so pure.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and my son was fine. Every time he came home, he was beaming, bringing back many things. He divided them into three parts at my house: one part for my wife and me, one part for his parents-in-law, and the last part for himself, for the young couple to enjoy at home. As time went on, my family got used to my son's busy schedule and stopped missing him so much.

After he left, I continued my daily exercise routine, doing things like boxing and leg kicks. I'm a bit lewd; while exercising, I enjoy watching young girls, young wives, and mature women, then fantasizing about them in bed at night. Many times, I berated myself for being so shameless. But my sexual desires are always strong, and I can't resist the allure of their slender bodies, long legs, and plump buttocks. Every night, I have to masturbate to my heart's content. Once

, I saw a news report that excited me greatly. It was about an old man who pretended to be a young man on QQ, gaining the trust of a young girl, and then having a one-night stand in person. The girl, feeling cheated, didn't want to report it, fearing for her reputation. But the old man clung to her, threatening to expose the affair if she didn't sleep with him. A year later, the girl, unable to bear it any longer, committed suicide by jumping off a building. The police solved the case from the suicide note, and the old man was brought to justice.

I thought, what a stupid old man! He slept with a young girl and she didn't even report it—what a huge advantage he got! And then he kept pestering her; he was shameless. If it were me, I would have had my fill that night, and then we'd go our separate ways. The girl didn't report it, how great! That night, I adapted this story from the news report and masturbated, and surprisingly, I ejaculated more intensely than usual.

Suddenly, I realized I should have a QQ account too. If I had QQ, wouldn't I be able to be like that old man? Thinking of this, I got up and went to the computer. This computer in my house belonged to my son; after he got married and moved into our new house, he didn't need it anymore, and it's been sitting in my bedroom ever since. Unfortunately, I've never used it before; I don't even know how to turn it on. I regret not learning from my son. If I had, could I have chatted online, tricked a girl into going to a hotel, and saved myself from masturbating at home every day? So, the idea of learning to use a computer and chat online slowly took shape in my mind. I must learn to use a computer.

To be honest, computers are easy for young people to learn, but for someone my age (fifty years old), it's a bit difficult. First, I had to convince my wife that I wanted to learn to use a computer to write articles. She's easily fooled and readily agreed. Next was finding someone to teach me. My son is often away from home and can't teach me, and my daughter-in-law only comes over for meals and leaves immediately. I really didn't want her to teach me, because it was a secret I didn't want her to know.

Luckily, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next door. Since our families are very friendly, I secretly asked him to teach me. Then I found out that the computer hadn't been paid for several years and couldn't connect to the internet. But that didn't stop me. I went to the telecom company with the boy to get it fixed, and two days later I had internet access. I'm always quick-witted and learn almost instantly, and I'm quite good at playing games. I knew that chatting online required learning to type, and the boy told me that chatting on QQ was the best way to practice typing, so he registered a QQ account for me. Wasn't that exactly what I needed? I was secretly delighted. So, I learned how to post photos on my QQ space and how to write articles.

At first, I wrote my real age, but later, after learning how to change it, I secretly changed it to thirty. Next, I started practicing typing diligently. In less than a month, my typing skills improved significantly. Although I couldn't touch type like a young person, my speed was quite fast. However, to my disappointment, most of my online friends were just casual chats; none of them seemed interested in one-night stands. I was very disappointed.

I suddenly realized that my QQ had a fatal flaw: although I had changed my age, my username was still "Old Rascal." I thought that was why I wasn't getting any one-night stands. I immediately decided to change this tacky name. But choosing a new name was a real struggle. "Handsome Young Man" was no good! "Pretty Man" was too tacky! "Hardworking Person" was a bit cheap! "Romantic Man" was too damn explicit… After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a good name. It was really frustrating. Then I thought, most women who need one-night stands are emotionally distressed and need comfort. So, I decided to call myself "Understanding," haha, what a great name! So, I removed "Old Rascal" from my QQ profile and filled in "Understanding."

And wouldn't you know it, a woman added me that very night. Her name was "Lonely Flower," what a lovely name! I imagined she must be very beautiful.

We chatted very well. I learned she was twenty-four, married, and had a one-year-old son. Her husband had been sentenced to five years in prison for seriously injuring someone in a fight, and she was now raising her child alone at home, with no one to keep her company, hence the name "Lonely Flower." I was incredibly excited. Wasn't this exactly the kind of woman I was looking for? I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. So, I started using my specialty—comforting words. Surprisingly, she was genuinely touched and thanked me for my comfort, praising me for being truly understanding.

She asked what I did for a living, and I started lying. I told her I was thirty, my wife was often away on business trips, and we could only see each other four or five times a year. I felt lonely, but I was very understanding and supportive of her work. I knew I was lying, but I kept thinking she might be lying too. Regardless, I was convinced she was young, and youth was an asset. Wasn't I looking for a young woman to play with? So I didn't care if she was lying or not.

We chatted for half a month, enjoying each other's company immensely, almost like old friends. Our conversations went from cautious to completely open. She brought up sex first, asking how I dealt with it when my wife wasn't home. I told her the truth: with my hand. She responded with several "haha"s on QQ. I asked her how she dealt with it, but she didn't answer, so I didn't press further. Since we were talking about sex, a one-night stand wasn't far off, and I was secretly delighted. For the next few days, we talked almost exclusively about sex. She told me she wanted to find someone to satisfy her, but she loved her husband very much and asked me what to do. I used my expertise to offer advice, telling her that finding a man to resolve the issue was appropriate and wouldn't affect her family. Then, I jokingly asked if she needed my help. She typed several "pfft"s on QQ. From then on, our conversations about sex became much more in-depth.

Finally, one day, she wanted to video chat to see what I looked like. I panicked. Wouldn't seeing a video give me away? Although I look younger than my age, like I'm forty when I'm fifty, I had lied and said I was only thirty. Besides, I didn't have a video camera, and I hadn't learned how to use one. So, I lied and said my video camera was broken. To my surprise, she actually believed me. Women these days are so easy to fool. She asked if I had any photos. I said yes, and I sent her a picture of a comrade-in-arms from my younger days. Even though it was black and white, my comrade-in-arms was very handsome when he was young. She immediately replied that I was handsome, and she seemed very satisfied.

I asked for her photo, but at first she was reluctant to give it to me. I said everything should be fair. You've seen me, so why won't you let me see you? Only then did she send me a photo. I saw a very young and beautiful girl standing under a willow tree by a lake in a park, with a very attractive figure. Wow, I'd fucking die for a one-night stand with a woman like that.

It's like dating; it's love at first sight. After seeing each other's photos, our feelings deepen, and our conversations become more explicit. Often, she'd ask me with a smile, "Have you taken care of things tonight?" I'd say, "Not yet, waiting for you." Then we'd both laugh; she always used "hehe" instead of a genuine laugh, while I always used "haha" to express my delight. Sometimes, I'd ask her if she'd taken care of things, and she'd say, "Waiting for me." I'd say, "I'll go help you take care of things now," and she'd fall silent. Luckily, I wasn't in a hurry; I figured the stew was definitely going to be mine. Our conversations became even bolder, sometimes directly touching on genitals, but always as if it were a joke.

During the day, my son called, saying he'd be home in the afternoon and his mother would cook something nice. My son is like that; he always calls me beforehand when he's coming home. First, to let me know he's safe; second, because he's a glutton and can't get used to the rough food outside, so he always wants a big meal when he comes home. When I told my wife the news, she happily went to the market to buy fish, meat, eggs, and other necessities, and prepared a lavish feast in the dining room as soon as our son arrived home—a tradition we'd maintained for almost a year.

But I had something on my mind. I thought to myself: "My son's back, and we'll definitely have a couple of drinks. We're both slow drinkers, so who knows how long we'll drink? If we drink too late, I won't be able to log on to QQ. If I don't, that girl will definitely be angry and won't talk to me anymore. Wouldn't that be like losing a duck that's almost in my mouth?" So, I went to my room, opened QQ, and left her a message: "My wife is coming home tonight, so I won't be chatting with you. Please forgive me, my beauty." At that moment, my wife came in. Since she knows nothing about computers, I wasn't worried. I sent the message I'd just typed and shut down the computer.

Around 5 PM, my son finally arrived with his wife and a bunch of bags. My wife immediately went up to our son, looked him over, and said, "As long as you come back safely, it's much better than buying all this stuff." Then she went on to say some nonsense about how thin and dark our son had become, before finally taking the things from his hands.

"Mom, this is what Xiao Niu bought for you," my daughter-in-law said affectionately. Our son is very good at managing family relationships; he always has his wife deliver the things he buys for us.

"Oh, why did you buy this? It's a waste of money," my wife always grumbles, even when she's happy to see something.

"Dad, this is the wine Xiao Niu bought for you." I turned around and saw my daughter-in-law's pretty face in the doorway, carrying two bottles of wine.

"Oh, put them there, we'll drink them later," I always say decisively.

"Old man, come out quickly and have dinner with your son," my wife urged from outside.

"Coming, coming," I stood up and walked out. My daughter-in-law immediately stepped aside.

These past few days, I've been glued to the internet, rarely going out for walks, which means I haven't been going out to see women much. Unexpectedly, today, my daughter-in-law stood there, and she caught my eye. The person I chat with on QQ, "Lonely Flowers and Grass," is the same age as my daughter-in-law. Judging from the photos, they're about the same height, but she's definitely not as pretty as my daughter-in-law. To be honest, I usually don't pay much attention to my daughter-in-law, but today, because the person I chat with is the same age, I've made a point of noticing her.

As usual, my daughter-in-law had her hair tied in a ponytail, swaying as she walked. On her fair, round face, she had a pair of large, watery eyes, a straight little nose, and red lips. She wore a light purple T-shirt that hugged her upper body tightly, revealing her high chest, flat stomach, and slender waist. She wore light blue jeans that fit her perfectly, her long, slender legs elegantly slightly parted. Her buttocks, though not large, were full and round, plump and round, encased in her jeans—undeniably alluring.

I couldn't help but curse myself: Am I even human? How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law? Yet, I still couldn't resist glancing at her a few more times, especially at that round, round buttocks.

"Dad, let me pour you some wine," my daughter-in-law said playfully with a smile, filling my glass and then my son's. "Mom, let me get you some Coke." She also filled my husband's glass, then hers. Although my daughter-in-law was twenty-four, she looked much younger, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her skin was beautiful, as white as jade; I imagined how wonderful it would feel to touch it. Damn it, why am I having such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law again? I couldn't help but curse myself again.

Sure enough, the drinking went on for a long time, until after 9 pm. If my wife hadn't said, "Alright, alright, you two shouldn't drink anymore. Xiao Niu, hurry home and rest," we don't know how late we would have continued. After clearing the dishes, my son and daughter-in-law left. Watching her little butt disappear through the door, I felt a little disappointed. Yes, what a nice little butt.

I went back to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and logged onto QQ. She didn't reply, and her avatar was offline, which added to my disappointment. I lay down on the bed, took out my penis, and started masturbating. I don't know why, but today I couldn't fantasize about online friends. My daughter-in-law's figure kept appearing in my mind. I tried several times to fantasize about other people, but my daughter-in-law just wouldn't leave. I might as well just fantasize about having sex with her; it's all fake anyway. Unexpectedly, I ejaculated after a few strokes, and it felt really good. Then I started cursing myself for being inhuman, and slowly fell asleep.

For several days in a row, she didn't go online, and I would leave messages every now and then, usually asking, "Honey, why aren't you online?" But her avatar was always black. I felt a little disappointed, wondering if she had found someone else and dumped me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I even started cursing my son, "Why didn't you come home earlier or later? Of all times, you had to come home when I was chatting with my online friend, causing me to break up with the beautiful girl.

" Finally, ten days later, on the night my son went out on a driving trip, "Lonely Flower" appeared again. She told me that her father-in-law had passed away and she had been staying with her mother-in-law for the past few days. Oh, I see. Our chat continued, and she asked me if I had missed her these past few days. I said I had, and then asked her if I had missed her too. She said she had too. After that, we started talking about sex again, more explicit than before. She said to me, "Your wife is back, you don't need to use your hands, you can do real sex." I told her that my wife wasn't as good as her, and that just chatting with her made me hard. She chuckled and said that she was wet down there too.

Since we were already discussing the sexuality of genitals, all that was left was to meet in person and have a real showdown. So I said I wanted to meet her, and she readily agreed. I know the city well and know which hotels are good, so I told her I'd be waiting for her at the Taoyuan Hotel at 8 PM the next night. She said she would definitely be there, and then she asked for my phone number. My old phone was broken, and I had just gotten a new one that day, so I hadn't memorized my own number yet. I had to look at the note and gave her my number. She happily said, "See you tomorrow!"

The next evening, I lied to my wife, saying, "Tonight I'm having a reunion with my comrades in the countryside, and I don't think I can come back." My wife said, "When you get there, drink less and eat more." She helped me get ready, changed me into new clothes, and polished my shoes until they shone. My wife is a dignified person; she always makes sure I dress up before I go out, which makes her feel very comfortable.

I checked my watch; it was just six o'clock. Not in a hurry, I first went to the florist and bought a bouquet of bright red roses before heading to the Taoyuan Hotel. I booked room 1001, took the elevator to the tenth floor, and went inside. This room was fantastic! It was perfectly shaped, with windows on two sides offering a view of the city lights. There was a double bed with bedside tables on either side. I placed the roses on the innermost bedside table, thinking she would definitely sleep on the inner one later. Time seemed to drag on; I couldn't wait for eight o'clock. With nothing to do, I turned on the TV, but I had no interest in watching anything; all I wanted was for this girl to arrive quickly.

My phone rang, and I eagerly answered it. Sure enough, it was her. She told me she was already at the Taoyuan Hotel entrance and asked where I was. I said, "I've already booked a room; it's room 1001 on the tenth floor." She said, "Okay, I'll be right up," and then turned off her phone. I jumped for joy; my moment of happiness had finally arrived. I picked up the bouquet of roses, smiling, and stood at the door, waiting for my beautiful daughter-in-law to appear.

The door finally opened amidst my anxious anticipation, and she walked in. Suddenly, we were both stunned, staring at each other, speechless. It wasn't just anyone who had entered; it was my stunningly beautiful daughter-in-law. What was going on? The photo wasn't her at all! My daughter-in-law did the same thing as me; she must have been thinking the same thing—the photo wasn't of her father-in-law either!

After a long silence, we both said almost simultaneously, "How is it you?" Then we stared at each other blankly, again at a loss for words.

"Are you 'Lonely Flower'?" My mind was a mess; I don't even know why I asked that.

"Hmm, are you 'Understanding'?" It was clear my daughter-in-law wasn't much better off than me.

"Yes," I replied.

"How could this be?" We both said almost simultaneously again, then fell silent once more.

"But the photo isn't of you, Dad," my daughter-in-law finally broke the silence.

"That photo isn't of you," I blurted out, then immediately regretted saying it.

"Dad, I'm going back now," my daughter-in-law said after a long pause, as if she had finally realized what was happening.

"Oh, I should go too," I said, and followed her out the door.

"Dad, don't let this get out..." my daughter-in-law suddenly stopped and turned back.

With a "thud," I bumped into her, interrupting her. She lost her balance from the impact and was about to fall when I quickly caught her around the waist, pulling her into my arms. Wow, her skin was so soft! I didn't want to let go, and I held her tighter and tighter.

"Dad, let go of me!" a blush rose on her fair face, making her even more beautiful.

"Since you're here, let's chat a little longer." I had no intention of letting go of my daughter-in-law. After all, these past few days, fantasizing about her and masturbating had been the most pleasurable thing, and now she was in my arms, how could I easily let go?

"Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law!"

"But why are you cheating on me with other men?" My mind started to clear.

"..." My daughter-in-law was speechless, her face even redder than before, like the bouquet of bright red roses in my hand.

"I asked your mother for leave, saying I won't be home tonight, you'll keep me company."

By this time, I was already consumed by lust. When my daughter-in-law came out, she would definitely be dressed up carefully, with a newly permed haircut, still in that ponytail, a neat fringe in front of her beautiful forehead, and her fair face, set against her black hair, looking even more delicate and beautiful, just like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. She would still be wearing those jeans, making her little bottom look even rounder and more bulging. Her breasts, large and round like rice bowls, pressed tightly against my chest. How could I bear to let go?!

"Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law," my daughter-in-law repeated.

"But why were you out there looking for someone while carrying Xiao Niu on your back?" I asked again.

"..." My daughter-in-law still had no answer.

"Come on, let's get on the bed." I picked her up and pushed her onto the bed.

"Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law." My daughter-in-law struggled, but not too much.

I practically carried her to the bedside. "No, no" was what my daughter-in-law said most often. Hearing that sweet voice, my reaction became even stronger, and I pressed my hand firmly against her round little bottom. "No, no," my daughter-in-law kept repeating, her little bottom wriggling, trying to break free from my big hand.

"Lili, Dad really missed you." I pressed my daughter-in-law down on the bed and started to take off her clothes. "No, no," my daughter-in-law struggled, her hands covering her clothes. I simply reached inside, straight into her bra, and began to fondle her plump breasts. "Let Dad do it, just this once, Lili," I pleaded, my lips brushing against her face, searching for her alluring little mouth. "No, no," she struggled. I unbuckled her belt, and my hand slipped inside again, touching the little bottom I'd longed for day and night—so smooth and tender. "No, no," she pleaded as well. When my hand reached in front, touching her vagina, she finally cried and changed her tune, saying, "Dad, go slower," and stopped struggling.

When I undressed her completely, I was struck by her beauty; "flawless jade" wouldn't be an exaggeration. Her dark pubic hair, her high, firm breasts, her crescent-shaped, shapely bottom—all of these filled this fifty-year-old man with endless fantasies. I didn't care about anything else. I quickly took off my clothes, grabbed the blanket, and covered my daughter-in-law and me together. I pulled her smooth body into my arms, rhythmically stroking her from her breasts to her buttocks with one hand. My daughter-in-law closed her beautiful eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. Her tears couldn't move me anymore. I was determined to have her today, to fuck this beautiful daughter-in-law properly.

I used my legs to spread her legs apart and slowly climbed on top of her. "Dad, go slowly," my daughter-in-law didn't struggle at all, obediently spreading her legs and saying without opening her eyes. "Hmm," I replied, guiding my penis with my hand and slowly inserting it into her vagina. There was no lubrication in her vagina, making it a little difficult to insert. I inserted slowly, pulling my penis out whenever my daughter-in-law frowned slightly. Again and again, I thrust deeper and deeper, until it slowly became wet inside, making it much smoother. Finally, with a moan from my daughter-in-law, I inserted my entire penis.

At first, she deliberately avoided my mouth, not letting me kiss her. But after ten minutes, with my continuous thrusting, I clearly felt her reach orgasm. With that, she no longer held back, instead tightly embracing my shoulders with her previously loose hands. Her small mouth actively sought mine, her fragrant tongue entering my mouth. Her beautiful little buttocks moved up and down in rhythm with my movements. The most beautiful thing was her moans, delicate and captivating. When she moaned, her beautiful face was contorted, but the contortions only made her more beautiful and alluring. Just as her orgasm subsided, I began to ejaculate rapidly, not holding back a drop, all of it shooting into her small vagina.

Young people are truly something else; my daughter-in-law's vagina was absolutely wonderful, gripping my penis tightly. The lubricating fluid flowed along the vaginal walls, allowing for free movement. Just as she climaxed, I kissed her lips passionately, one hand cupping her breast, the other squeezing her soft buttocks – it was pure bliss. When she embraced me, it excited me even more, making me thrust even more vigorously. At the moment of my ejaculation, I thought I was dreaming.

"Don't leave tonight," I said afterward, holding her close and stroking her buttocks.

"Mmm," she replied obediently. I knew that tonight, my daughter-in-law belonged to me.

With my daughter-in-law by my side, I naturally couldn't sleep, so we started chatting. I learned that when she chatted with me, she was being secretive, sending photos of her colleagues from work to my QQ account, which is why I didn't know the other person was her. She also learned that the photo was of one of my comrades when he was young. After chatting for a while, I wanted to do "that" again, so I laid my daughter-in

-law flat. She knew we were going to have sex again, so she didn't struggle, spreading her legs and waiting for me to penetrate her. This time, I intentionally dragged it out, about half an hour, bringing her to orgasm twice before I ejaculated. "Dad, you're pretty good," my daughter-in-law said after I got off her.

"As long as you're comfortable, Dad will do anything," I said, still touching her little buttocks.

"..." My daughter-in-law didn't speak, burying her head in my chest.

"Come here." I took her little hand and pressed it against my penis.

"Mmm—" she moaned sweetly, pulling her hand away forcefully.

"Touch it." I forced my daughter-in-law's hand onto my penis.

"It's so big!" she exclaimed, grasping my penis.

"Isn't big good?" I retorted, looking at my beautiful daughter-in-law.

"I'm sorry." She stroked it a few times, her face turning red again. She quickly buried her face in my chest, her hand moving up and down again.

As dawn approached, I made love to my daughter-in-law again. Before we started, I said, "I'm going to get revenge on you." My daughter-in-law was no longer shy and asked, "What did I do that you want revenge on?" I said, "Why did you say I was dead on QQ?" She then remembered the chat from that day and couldn't help but laugh. This time, we explained the chat while making love.

"You're still talking about me. Dad, didn't you say you were thirty? You're lying." My daughter-in-law said coquettishly while lifting her buttocks.

"Hehe, what about you? Not only did you say I was dead, but you also said Xiao Niu got into a fight and was sentenced to prison." As I spoke, I thrust hard twice.

“Oh, you hurt me, Dad.” My daughter-in-law frowned. “Hmph, you said Mom is always away on business trips.”

“Hehe.” I laughed.

“What are you laughing at, Dad?” My daughter-in-law put her arm around my shoulder. “You lied to me first, and you still have the nerve to say that?”

“Neither of us was telling the truth. If you had posted your own picture, I don’t think this would have happened.” I kissed my daughter-in-law.

“If you post your own picture, I’ll block you right away, Dad.”

“It’s really fate that brought us together, isn’t it, Lili?”

“Nothing on the internet is true.” My daughter-in-law sighed. “What’s wrong, Dad?”

“I want to do this.” I pulled out my penis and moved my daughter-in-law’s body around, like an old man pushing a cart, because I love my daughter-in-law’s little butt so much, and this way I can see it more clearly.

“I’m so shy.” My daughter-in-law said, but she still turned over, sticking her white little butt out high, waiting for me to penetrate her from behind.

“Didn’t you say you have a one-year-old son? You’re lying.” I said.

"Dad, isn't this fast enough?" My daughter-in-law moved back and forth with me, her hair already disheveled. "You lied too, Dad. You even said Mom was a haggard old woman."

"Haha." I laughed.

"It was actually Xiao Niu who came back, but you insisted it was Mom who came back, ptooey." My daughter-in-law said coquettishly.

"Stop talking, Lili." I continued, bending over and touching her roaming breasts.

"Dad, I can't take it anymore." My daughter-in-law was about to climax and wanted to roll over onto her back.

This time, I lasted about an hour, and my daughter-in-law climaxed twice more.

"Dad, don't let anyone know about this." Before leaving the hotel, my daughter-in-law nestled against my chest and said.

"Yes, it's our secret." I put my hand on her buttocks, touching her through her jeans.

"Yes." My daughter-in-law looked at me with such deep affection.

"When Xiao Niu isn't home, can I come to your house?"

"I'm afraid you won't come, Dad."

"I'll definitely come often." It seems I've really pleased my daughter-in-law; otherwise, she wouldn't be so eager for me to visit. How could I not be happy with such a wonderful daughter-in-law? I hugged her and showered her with kisses.

At noon, I returned home. My wife asked me if I had drunk too much. I said no. Just then, my daughter-in-law arrived; she comes home for lunch almost every day. She glanced at me, then immediately turned her face away, as if nothing had happened the night before, and went to help my wife cook. I pretended nothing was wrong, went back to my bedroom, turned on my computer, and saw a message on "Lonely Flowers and Grass." It read: "You big pervert, my genitals are all swollen, you rub them for me." I laughed and went out, glancing at my daughter-in-law. She knew I had seen the QQ message, secretly glared at me, and snorted.

In the days that followed, I would frequently visit my son's house, and make love to my daughter-in-law on his bed. My daughter-in-law had an extremely high sex drive, often needing to orgasm twice before she would stop. Fortunately, my sex drive was also very strong, and I often satisfied her. "Dad, I didn't expect you to be so good," she would often say afterward. I learned that my son, Xiao Niu, was also very capable in this area, but he was always away from home and couldn't satisfy his wife, which frustrated her. Now that I, her father-in-law, was there, fulfilling what my son should have done, my daughter-in-law was very happy.

Soon after, she became pregnant. She couldn't tell whether the child was my son's or my father-in-law's. But she wasn't worried at all; she didn't care whether the child looked like me or my son, Xiao Niu, because we looked very much alike. My wife was overjoyed by her daughter-in-law's pregnancy and immediately moved into our son's house to take care of her, also sharing the good news with our son. After my wife moved in, I couldn't have sex with my daughter-in-law, and I went back to my old masturbation habits. My daughter-in-law secretly mocked me, saying, "Dad, you used your hand again this time." I angrily smacked her little bottom, and she left laughing like she'd won.

My daughter-in-law finally gave birth to a boy, and everyone said, "This child looks just like his father." Some even said, "Look at you three, you're like two peas in a pod." Everyone agreed that the child was definitely my son's. But my daughter-in-law didn't think so; she believed the child was more than 80% my, the grandfather. I told my daughter-in-law that whether my son Xiao Niu's or mine, the child was part of our family line, and we had to raise him well.

Now, I'm fifty-five years old, and my daughter-in-law and I have been together for five years, still hanging out when my son is out driving. Because of our close relationship, my daughter-in-law is even more filial, earning praise from the neighbors. Actually, the neighbors don't know a secret: my daughter-in-law has always treated me like her husband, not her father-in-law, which is why she takes such good care of me. And I'm still in good health, and I've never disappointed my daughter-in-law in bed, which is what satisfies her most.

Okay, I'll stop writing now. My son went out this morning, and my daughter-in-law just called, telling me to come over right away. Haha, it's been over twenty days since we've had sex, I have to go and pamper my beautiful daughter-in-law. Just thinking about her round, plump little bottom makes me feel so good. I'm off! My daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home.

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