The long-term relationship between my mother-in-law and me, which has lasted for two years, has reached a point of deep ambiguity. Will it end in heaven or hell? (Part 4)

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(IV) This section mainly describes how the relationship between my mother-in-law and I gradually transitioned from a normal mother-in-law/son-in-law relationship to a romantic one. As mentioned earlier, I wanted to treat her as a woman, but societal norms and morals are incredibly powerful, and bridging this mental chasm is not something that can be achieved overnight. Besides companionship and patience, it's essential to empathize and consciously try to understand her heart. This includes her mind, her upbringing, the formation of her values, the era she lived in, and her perspectives. My mother-in-law was born in the 1960s, specifically the mid-1960s, so it's not difficult to deduce the era and environment she experienced during her student years, youth, and marriage. I consciously talked to her more about those different periods; this isn't boasting, but it's truly rare among young people. Few are willing to learn about their past, and even fewer have the patience to reflect and communicate with others. I chatted with my mother-in-law about that revolutionary era—the factories, the workshops, the planned economy, bicycles with thick crossbars, Shanghai brand watches, sewing machines, military shoes, trousers, and uniforms, ration coupons for grain and oil, and even luxury movie tickets. There were government jobs, guaranteed employment, and also speculation and profiteering. There were matchmakers, arranged marriages, and also free love, organizational approval, and letters of introduction… The more we talked, the happier my mother-in-law became, and she was amazed at how much I knew about the past. What impressed me most was when I said that back then, whether it was free love or an introduction, as long as the relationship wasn't officially confirmed, the two parties were too embarrassed to walk side-by-side. My mother-in-law smiled shyly and said that she was like that; before she got married, on a blind date with my father-in-law, he would push his bicycle ahead while she walked a dozen meters behind, head down. Then, quoting Lu Xun, she remarked, "Unlike you young people today, so uninhibited." My face flushed red, and I instantly thought of my wife's moans during sex and my mother-in-law's comment about me being born in the Year of the Dog. My lower body started to stir, haha. That night, I put even more effort into our lovemaking; my mother-in-law must have heard her voice again. Actually, later on, my communication with my mother-in-law was mainly guided by me; she took the initiative to talk, and her desire to confide in me grew stronger. I could feel that the dependence and trust had gradually taken on a different dimension. Later, one late night, I hugged my mother-in-law, who had brought me a late-night snack in the study, and said, "Talking to you about the old days of twenty or thirty years ago is like going back to the past and dating your teenage self." My mother-in-law blushed to her neck, squirming in my arms, and said, "A scoundrel like you would have been arrested back then!" Haha. Sometimes, when my wife and I have work-related matters, I'll briefly discuss them with my mother-in-law and ask for her opinion. This makes her feel valued and involved in important family matters, rather than being treated as just an old woman who can only take care of the children and do housework. During breaks at work or while the kids were napping at lunchtime, I would chat with my mother-in-law on WeChat (initially WeChat, later switching to QQ). Words can't replace face-to-face conversation, but the power of words sometimes surpasses language, especially for those accustomed to handwriting and letter writing. We talked about everything online, including my wife's and my work plans, career aspirations, current social issues, hot news and gossip, and topics she was particularly interested in, such as her grandson's upbringing and education, and her and my husband's plans for their later years. She was willing to discuss everything with me, even more than with her daughter. I also told her that she wasn't like an elder or a little old lady; there was no generation gap between us, and I enjoyed chatting with her. Gradually, I started sharing my personal experiences with her, such as my relationship with my ex-girlfriend (of course, I embellished it and shared selectively). Curiosity is a woman's nature, and it's an inevitable stage for most women to fall in love. My mother-in-law would jokingly scold me for being a lecherous child, but she would also warn me not to mess around now that I was married, and not to betray her daughter. I naturally agreed, and even took the opportunity to say that I was very picky about women; they had to be like my wife and mother-in-law—beautiful and with good personalities. She happily accepted the compliment, but still playfully scolded me for being disrespectful.
Through these daily interactions, I gradually instilled my preferences regarding women's appearance, and even some details of my sex life with my wife, into my mother-in-law. I told her I was a fan of high heels and stockings, and she said she noticed after coming to my house; her daughter didn't have many stockings and high heels before, but she said she could understand having some fetishes, and that it wasn't perverted. I also told her I was a fan of beautiful legs, breasts, and buttocks. My mother-in-law laughed and scolded: "You little rascal, what else don't you have a fetish for?" I said I also had a fetish for mature women like you, a million times more charming than a naive young girl. She was secretly delighted, but outwardly still expressed her incomprehension, saying she was old and that it would be more like it was twenty or thirty years ago. Later, with gradual guidance and persistent coaxing, my mother-in-law would also wear stockings (sometimes just black trousers and short stockings) and send me photos. The indescribable mature sensuality and taboo sometimes made my brother and me, who were at work, feel our blood boil, and we couldn't wait to go back and ravage her. Fortunately, there were still the bear hugs and caresses in the kitchen every morning, gently kissing and nibbling her neck from behind, holding her earlobes and earlobes in our mouths. Each time, my mother-in-law was caressed in a thousand seductive ways, like a pool of water, overflowing with spring water, her eyes misty, softly moaning and panting. At that moment, what was the world? I increasingly felt that my mother-in-law was enjoying these erotic kitchen mornings, these enchanting moments, just like me. At the same time, I admired her extraordinary willpower to hold onto the last hurdle, but thinking about it, it made sense; there really wasn't the space or time for anything real. The most crucial hurdle: When I confessed my romantic feelings to my mother-in-law, she unsurprisingly rejected me outright, even becoming somewhat angry. She expressed utter incomprehension as to why I would be interested in a woman her age. I didn't force her further and instead played the victim for two days. Then, I spoke to her, essentially saying that after careful consideration, I still couldn't control my emotions and was hopelessly infatuated with her! I also expressed my sense of responsibility towards my marriage and my wife. I simply couldn't resist her mature charm; perhaps she was too beautiful, or perhaps living under the same roof day and night had fostered these inexplicable feelings. I believed she also enjoyed talking and chatting with me. I told her that life is too short, only a few decades to truly enjoy. She had lived most of her life uneventfully, and wondered if she would continue like this forever? Wouldn't she regret such a life and journey? Why couldn't we have our own secrets, why couldn't we develop our own secret feelings? I didn't say too much at once, giving her a day or two to process it. Afterward, I clearly sensed that my mother-in-law was significantly swayed, or perhaps the reasons she had given herself crumbled in the face of my advances. To be continued. Thank you again for your support and patience. I've been quite busy with work lately, so updates have been slower. Sorry. Also, a few words of explanation: this series of posts is in the format of retracing the past and then live-streaming the present (maybe). The current content is all about retracing experiences from the past two years.

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