The lecherous father-in-law battles his wanton daughter-in-law [Full Series]

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This is a repost from the internet, slightly proofread.
I'm 26 years old this year and graduated from a vocational college. Before university, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful. But since graduating from high school, my appearance and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and satisfied with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say things like, "Ah! You've changed! You're so beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!" I'm 165cm tall, with measurements of 36D-23-36, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only evenly proportioned, but the skin is also fair, smooth, and delicate. Therefore, I love wearing miniskirts and tank tops. This way, I could fully display my ample breasts, slender waist, rounded hips, and long, shapely legs, making my walk graceful and alluring. On the street, regardless of gender, everyone's eyes were always drawn to my stunning figure. Most men would frequently cast admiring glances at me, some even staring in disbelief. I felt my vanity as a woman was greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us greatly. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly started working at an IT company. Due to work requirements, I soon saved up enough money to buy a computer. Besides doing some unfinished work at home in the evenings, I also learned to use the internet. After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, and romance novels… Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend. After waiting for two years, he finally discharged from the army and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and wouldn't let the young couple live alone. After the marriage, we were very loving, and our parents also doted on us. My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a public institution. He is tall and, I heard, was an athletic champion and very handsome in his youth. Although he is now over middle age, he still shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a typical virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, my mother-in-law stays at home, cooking and taking care of all the chores, big and small, with ease, keeping the house spotless. Luckily, I don't have to do housework after get off work and can spend all my time with my husband. My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more relaxed clothes. I like to wear a short skirt with a light T-shirt. Perhaps it was because my outfit accentuated my stunning figure and beautiful legs that my father-in-law's gaze was drawn to me. A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed his eyes were constantly following me. I often found him leering at my every move, making me feel uncomfortable. I

wanted to subtly hint to him at a suitable time to stop staring at me like that. However, seeing how filial my husband was to my parents, I didn't know how to bring it up. One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotica; some articles, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make one's imagination run wild. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a title appeared: "Lustful Father-in-Law Battles with Promiscuous Daughter-in-Law," which attracted my attention. The more I read, the more my heart was shaken. It was an article with bold and explicit language, extremely provocative and stimulating, making my body heat up, my hands unconsciously caressing my entire body, my nipples hardening, and my private parts secreting copious amounts of lubrication, soaking my underwear. Good heavens! Since reading this article, I no longer cared about my father-in-law's lecherous gaze; instead, I began to feel a strange fondness for this man in his fifties. I had a peculiar curiosity—I wanted to experience what it was like to make love with a man much older than me.

From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my being spied on and his voyeuristic desires. And I noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, practically attentive to me. This happened almost three months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning. Around noon, my mother-in-law had just finished preparing lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying that there was something going on at my mother-in-law's family home, and hurriedly took her away. Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch.

I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because it was hot, I had chosen a loose, small white bra—the kind that just covered my nipples, supported the lower part of my breasts, but left the upper part, most of my breasts, exposed. I wore a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we chatted casually while we ate. But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, making me a little uncomfortable, but also secretly excited. Gradually, I felt a dampness in my underwear. My heart pounded with excitement and a touch of panic; I couldn't even taste the flavor of my mother-in-law's cooking anymore. I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law. Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending motion left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed.

My father-in-law, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity; his gaze was fixed on my full, high breasts. I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food. He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing down my movements so he could see enough. Whether it was because my father-in-law was completely captivated or just a coincidence, after I finished ladling the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him an "opportunity" to catch a glimpse of my beauty. Sure enough, my father-in-law had been checking for a long time, but still hadn't returned to his seat to eat. So I bent down to look at him. He didn't know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on my lower body, specifically on the patch of my skirt that revealed my two pale thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering my vulva, with a few pubic hairs showing on the sides. My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body.

I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered by the small, transparent thong. His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were touching my swollen, throbbing genitals. I suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of the erotic scenes from articles I'd read online about "lustful father-in-law versus slutty daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind. I sat in my chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's violation under the table. My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze and looked up to find me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. I was a little disappointed. Pretending nothing was wrong, I asked, "Dad! What's wrong? Can't you find your chopsticks?" "Oh...yes...yes...I see...they..." he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on our largest sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could even properly take the glass, I let go, spilling the juice all over him. I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and began wiping him all over. Bending over, my breasts were exposed again, my smooth, white mounds looking like they were about to burst out! My father-in-law, sitting on the largest sofa in my house, stared at my smooth chest with burning eyes. Coincidentally, the zipper area of his pants was where the most spilled juice was, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping it off… I noticed something bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder.

And so, my father-in-law, aroused by my teasing, could no longer resist. His face flushed, his breathing quickened. He raised his hand, slowly approaching me… I pretended not to notice and continued wiping. Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen invading my surroundings. My heart pounded even harder as he explored me, my soft hands still rubbing his increasingly sensitive, raised area. His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together. I felt a little flustered and excited, but I still feigned surprise with a soft "Ouch…!" without trying to escape or back away. I deliberately tried to gently break free, blushing, and said, "No!" He held me tightly, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe… I kept saying, "No..." He slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, my body going limp and trembling.

He wrapped his left arm around my waist and his right hand on my breast, gently pressing it. "Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..." I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and continued his assault. I heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife, why can't I, as his father..." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled my hand into his arms, making me turn around. I also lay down on the largest sofa in my house. He rolled over and pressed himself against me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway.

He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, and took my pink nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. "Ah...ah..." I gasped softly. He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts. Feeling like I was about to faint, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually wrapping around his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..." He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped for a moment, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him. He said to me, "My good daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that there's such a delicacy as you in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping to have the chance to taste a young and beautiful woman like you!"

"Dad... but... if *** (my husband) and Mom... find out..." "No 'buts,' just give me this once, okay? As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know... good daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to have you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms, especially those snow-white jade legs, they're always in my mind..." As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. My nipples, which were originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, experience is the best teacher; he was even better at teasing me than my husband. Coupled with my recent desire to try making love with a man much older than me, I became increasingly powerless against him. But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought mixed feelings of love and fear—fear of being hurt. "...But..." Under his rubbing and kneading, I gasped for breath, unable to speak. "Good daughter-in-law, stop with the 'buts, buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you!" When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but a woman still feels very happy inside. But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer: "...But...but..." He, disregarding everything, leaned down to kiss me, took off my already loosened shirt, and then reached behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it. A pair of white, tender, full, and firm breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands. He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved to my right nipple, his tongue licking and sweeping across the tip, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. He was truly more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband. A moment later, he switched, wrapping his right arm around me, his left hand kneading the nipple he had just sucked, his mouth like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucking at my left breast, as if trying to suck the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple. Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this before. I can feel the love fluid secreted from my private parts, soaking my panties. My body is too weak to resist anymore, and my heart has convinced me: "I don't need to pretend anymore. I should forget about my husband for now and accept this excited old man in front of me. Maybe today he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never get from my husband!" I decided to surrender to him. He would occasionally suck on my penis while thrusting it forcefully against my private parts. Soon, I started moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..." feeling unbearably aroused. In my blissful daze, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, begging for more... He seemed to understand my feelings. He freed his left hand from my right breast, slid it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my leg, and slipped it inside my short skirt...

First, he touched my tender, burning thigh, and then boldly and reluctantly caressed it. "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." My moans grew louder. His mouth was still sucking on my left breast, and his body began to slide from me to the side of my largest sofa, kneeling beside me. He used both his hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, while his mouth sucked on my breast and gently bit my nipple. "Mmm...ah..." I moaned with satisfaction as he bit me. Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast over my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which increased the stimulation, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably... I sat up slightly, resting my head on the armrest of my largest sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me... I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover me, completely open on both sides. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body... With my skirt open, I was only covered by my panties. My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from the dampness of my underwear, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. Pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the thin fabric, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging.

He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut… truly a natural beauty! I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy!… His life is so much better than mine…" "Father…father…" "Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs… I love your little panties to death!" "Mmm…father, no…" He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger. I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah…ah…" He rubbed faster and faster, my body trembling, and the entire crotch of my panties was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger attacks, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric, and with both hands pulled on the bows of my panties, slowly untying and pulling them down... My pubic hair came out... "Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my panties. After taking them off, I wasn't ashamed anymore, and still spread my legs wide so he could see them clearly.

His eyes were fixed on my beautiful vulva, his gaze growing increasingly enamored. "You little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing briefs, some of it was already peeking out. If I'd known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my vulva completely exposed before him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips. "Oh... um... um..." I felt a jolt, my body going limp. He began to "eat" me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then he moved along my labia, sucking and licking the flesh... occasionally plunging his tongue deep into my vagina, eliciting loud moans from me. "Ah...ah...Dad...be gentle...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..." "Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me...brother...call me brother from now on!" My vagina secreted wave after wave, and he licked it all clean, still relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spot. "Ouch...what should I do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..." I kept thrusting my vulva towards his mouth... "Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...this...I can't take it...ah...um...no more...oh...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth full of cum, looking utterly disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis, and couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must be at least eight inches long, much longer and thicker than my husband's. "Isn't my son that big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly. He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!" He came to me, took my slender hand and made me hold his burning hot penis. I complied with him and started stroking it back and forth. His penis was really much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft. It was both cute and scary... I stroked his hard penis up and down with great pleasure. He held my head with both hands and pushed it towards his penis. I took his penis into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely...

"Good girl, good... so good, again..." He grabbed my head even harder and shouted, "Good girl... good wife, oh... so good!!!" I sat in front of him, his penis going in and out of my mouth. I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with arousal, his expression radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally nibbling at it with my teeth… “Mmm… mmm… good… mmm… again…” He was at the peak of excitement, pushing me down onto the largest sofa in my house. He pressed himself against me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction, saying, “You’re so good. You’re even better at licking than your mother-in-law was when she was young.” I cooperated by spreading my legs, his impatient penis darting around, unable to find the entrance. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch the opening, which was already overflowing with fluid. His right hand held his penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward, inserting the glans. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my vagina. "Ah... um... so good..." I started moaning lasciviously.

He began to work hard. "Ah... ah... ouch... oh... good father-in-law... you're so big..." "You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..." "Ah... good... husband... ah... so good... you... ah... so big... so hot..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, "Um... good husband... good... brother... brother... sister... so... good... so... good... so... good..." "My good slut, today I finally have you... I can fuck your little cunt now!!!" "Good husband... so good... ah... I love... husband... ah... ah..."

"From now on, I'll be your good father-in-law, your ****... dear brother... brother... you're my darling... my little lover..." "Ah... good husband... father... you're killing me... you're so big... so hard... so amazing... oh... oh... ****... brother... brother... faster... thrust... thrust... faster... a little... harder... a little to the left... ah... right there... ah... so comfortable... a little harder... ah..." I blurted out randomly. He thrust even harder, and his penis was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was truly amazing. "Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..." "Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?" "Hmm...ah...he...is okay...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better...you're so good at...fucking..." "Hmm...like this...is it okay?" He thrust and rubbed with both hands: "Is father-in-law's...penis...big?...does it feel good to fuck you?...Your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than...your mother-in-law's when she was young...I feel so good...you're squeezing me...so comfortable...I love...you...love...you...

" "Hmm...hmm...you're so great...so amazing...ah...ah...your...penis...fucking my bones...is so...melted...melted...much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..." He compared my mother-in-law to me, and I compared my husband to him! The stimulation of incest only increased our lust. He really does a better job with me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after a couple hundred thrusts; but he's already thrust over a thousand times and is still attacking me fiercely. "Oh...oh..." I gently bit his shoulder, "So good...good brother...ah...I want you...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...I'm so beautiful..." "Really?" he asked, "How do I compare to my son?" "He...ah...he also fucks me...um...very good...but...dear brother...you...are better...stronger...you do it...it's incomparable to him, I...feel so good I'm dying..." Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper, pressing tightly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding... "Ah...oh...it really feels so good...ah...so good...from now on...ah...you're my...husband. Ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..." Hearing my words, his penis fucked even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his ministrations that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...I'm coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed. I couldn't help but shout, "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..." He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with my vaginal fluid. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion inside my anus. I cried out even more joyfully. "Oh...ah...this...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." Attacked from both ends, my plump, white buttocks swayed like waves. He continued to thrust, penetrate, and grind, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. *** kept surging towards his glans, I kept having orgasms, my vagina kept trembling and contracting... About ten more minutes passed, I had one orgasm after another, I guess he had thrust in and out more than a thousand times, he seemed to be unable to hold back either, I could clearly feel his glans starting to swell even more...

He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina. "Oh...good wife...slutty...woman...I'm coming..." "Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly...give...all...your...seed...to...me..." "Good...good...all...to...you...ah...ah...good...so good...so good..." He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we collapsed onto my biggest sofa, refusing to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt to have sex with me. After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, so intense and satisfying, we were both completely relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I wouldn't lock the bedroom door. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me. Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows. My father-in-law also treats me like his wife behind my mother-in-law's back, showering me with even more affection. I have two men at the same time.

Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful. However, sometimes I still feel guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this relationship, which is considered "abnormal" by society, but once you're on a treacherous ship, it's hard to get off. Now I'm over four months pregnant. I don't know who the father of my baby is: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he can indeed give me so much, so much stimulation and pleasure that my husband can't give me. After each time I'm with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can't stop. I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it's like being addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit. I don't encourage every woman to be like me. However, having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long sexual stamina bring me to orgasm repeatedly, leaving me feeling blissful and relaxed... {The End}

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