My loving mother-in-law

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After graduating from university, I came to work in a small town through the civil service exam, in the county's organization department. Two years later, I
met my wife, who had just graduated from a teacher's college. We fell in love at first sight, and it
took us less than half a year from meeting to getting married.

When my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law had just celebrated her 42nd birthday. My mother-in-law's home was
a three-bedroom apartment in the staff dormitory area of the town's machinery factory. My workplace didn't provide housing, so we
lived . The elementary school where my wife taught was located in a remote town, more than 100 kilometers away from the town.
She could only come back on Saturdays and had to leave again on Sundays. At that time, my sister-in-law's younger sister was studying at a teacher's college in the provincial capital, so it was just my mother
-in-law and me at home most of the time.

Speaking of my mother-in-law, there's a long story to tell. When she was in high school, she was the most beautiful girl in school and had
many admirers. In her second year of high school, because her father retired, she dropped out of school to take his place and
work as a factory worker.

My mother-in-law was only 18 years old when she started working at the factory, and that's where she met my father-in-law. My father-in-law was a worker-peasant-soldier college graduate who had just been assigned
to the factory. He was talented and handsome, and my mother-in-law fell in love with him at first sight
. They got married in 1979.

My wife was their first child; my mother-in-law was only 19 when she was born, and my younger sister was born two years later.
Unfortunately, their happiness was short-lived. My father-in-law passed away from illness the same year my wife graduated from junior high school and was admitted to a teacher's college. My mother-in-law was only 38 years old
that .

Although my mother-in-law was in her early forties, she possessed the mature elegance of a virtuous woman. She always spoke softly and gently
, and every gesture exuded femininity. Because she paid attention to her clothing, appearance, and self-care, she
remained radiant and charming. Unlike most women whose figures deteriorate
significantly with age, she maintained a remarkably perfect figure and curves. Her full breasts stood
tall and firm , her buttocks were large and round, and her skin was fair and smooth—a fact
evidenced by the beastly gazes many men gave her. Whenever she and my wife went out together,
people said they looked like sisters, not mother and daughter.

When I got married, we didn't have a ceremony; we just had a small banquet at a restaurant in the city for
some relatives and friends. I didn't even take them to see the new house. Some good friends always said I wasn't being generous.

One day in August, after finishing my work, I invited some friends to my house for dinner to make up for
their disappointment. It was a Saturday, and my mother-in-law went out early to buy groceries.

Around 1 p.m., I went to pick up my friends. As I entered, one of the clumsy guys called me "Mother-in-law" or "Big Sister,
" making me quite embarrassed. My mother-in-law smiled and explained, "I'm his mother-in-law."

They teased, "Auntie, you're so young and beautiful, we thought you were Xiao Lei's big sister!" Their
words made me take a closer look at my mother-in-law.

Yes, she was different today. Her hair was carefully pulled back, her eyebrows were drawn, and her face was lightly powdered, elegant
yet dignified. She wore a pair of light gray-white trousers, the thin, flowing kind, and a tight-fitting, open-
necked t-shirt. The trousers fit her perfectly, hugging her rounded hips, typical of a young married woman,
and the outline of her underwear was faintly visible. The t-shirt accentuated her breasts, making them appear firm, round, and shapely, almost
spilling out . When she bent over, her shallow cleavage was faintly visible, very alluring. My mother-in-law was already quite beautiful,
and with this outfit, she was a sight to behold, making my heart race. I can usually drink a lot, but that day I made excuses to decline
quite a few drinks.

After the meal, as I was seeing my friends off, one of them chuckled and said to me privately, "Your mother-in-law
is so beautiful, you're quite the lucky guy. Don't go after her and her son too." I felt
a little flattered, but I took it as a joke and didn't think much of it. When I got home, my mother-in-law was mopping the floor, so I
sat on the sofa watching TV, but my eyes kept wandering between her breasts and buttocks.

That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about her naked, longing to break the taboo between mother and son
and enjoy that immoral and sinful thrill. That night, she became the object of my sexual fantasies, until
I masturbated and ejaculated with great satisfaction. Although I had the desire, I didn't have the courage. However,
something happened later that made me take another step closer to the edge of taboo.

Once, a subordinate unit hosted a work-related banquet for us. There were six of them and only
three of us. They were quite adept at urging us to drink, and I got completely drunk that day. I don't
remember .

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up thirsty, I found myself lying on
the floor covered with a straw mat, shirtless except for tight underwear, covered only by a blanket. The light in the room was still
on, and the sheets and my clothes were gone.

I checked the time; it was past 3 a.m. I pieced together what had happened: my wife wasn't home, and the person who brought me
home wouldn't have done this; it could only be her—my mother-in-law. I felt a little embarrassed, but secretly quite
pleased.

The next morning, I still felt dizzy and unwell. My mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast.

"I cooked some millet porridge and pickled vegetables to help you sober up. You were completely drunk last night;
you need to be more careful next time."

"Who brought me home last night?" "It was Xiao Hou, the driver from your workplace. We practically dragged
you upstairs." "Did I throw up?" "You're one to talk! You threw up not long after Xiao Hou left,
without even , right on the bed. Your clothes were all dirty. We had to clean you up, drag you off the bed, and then,
since I didn't have the strength, I had to let you sleep on the floor." From then on, I reduced
my social engagements and spent more time at home. My mother-in-law is a talkative person, and within a few days we were
talking about everything , even private topics like who at work was having an affair. We became
closer.

Our conversations and feelings had grown closer, but the physical closeness started when I bought a computer
. Without that computer, we might have just been chatty friends, and nothing would have happened.

Staying at home for so long got boring, so I bought a computer, got broadband internet, and started using the internet at home. Unfortunately,
my mother-in-law is a card game addict. Every night I play cards online, and she sits next to me watching as soon as she finishes her shower. It's summer,
evening , the fan is on, and we sit very close. The scent of her freshly showered shower gel and the breeze...
Her hair would occasionally brush against my cheeks and neck, making me restless.

What was even more unsettling was that most of the time she wore white, strappy pajamas, the bra straps completely
exposed, even the shape, pattern, and color of the bra underneath were clearly visible. Her pajama bottoms were
very thin, ending just above the knee, exposing a section of her thigh.

Every now and then, our bare thighs would touch, and at first we'd pull away as if electrocuted.
Later, I started teaching her how to use the computer, which meant sitting much closer. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, leg-
to-leg contact became inevitable. We gradually got used to it, thigh to thigh, and I enjoyed
the sensual pleasure.

Gradually, when she used the computer, I'd sometimes place my hands on her thighs or reach over the back of the chair to rest my arms on her
shoulders . When I got a good hand, I'd shake her shoulders vigorously. She never refused or showed any
displeasure.

As time went on, I became increasingly bold, occasionally pinching her muscles, touching her ears, or
smoothing her hair. At first, she would slightly sway her body or stomp her foot to stop me from touching her, but soon she let me.

Later, when we watched TV, we sat very close together, and without thinking, my
hand gently rest on her round and firm buttocks, sometimes even gently kneading them. She didn't resist.
Even so, neither of us took any further steps.

For several days in a row, we enjoyed this tacit, private, and respectful
exchange .

Saturday, my wife came home. Just after 9 p.m., she said she was tired and wanted to rest, insisting on taking me with her.
I knew what she meant. After we entered the bedroom, her hurried movements made the wire bed creak, and her occasional
moans forced my mother-in-law, who was reading in the living room, to turn the TV back on and turn up the volume. While
making love with my wife, I kept thinking about my mother-in-law.

The next day, my wife left. Because of what happened the night before, I didn't dare look my mother-in-law in the eye, but she acted as if nothing had happened, chatting
and laughing . After showering that evening, she sat next to me as before, asking me to teach her how to play "Red Alert."
We were back to how we used to be.

Our thighs were pressed together, and the scent of her shower gel made me dizzy. I closed my eyes and
carefully inhaled the fragrance emanating from her. It was a very special scent, as if it could be
transmitted from the nerves in my nose to my brain, allowing my brain to truly experience its magic!

Gradually, I felt an impulse, as if the beast within me had been lured by this fragrance,
trying to break free from the shackles of morality, ready to unleash its power!

After a while, my left hand slipped under her clothes and gently rubbed her lower back. She didn't resist. My hand
slowly pushed down, touching her waistband. My hand gradually slipped inside, from her outer pants to her underwear, and slowly
my hand touched her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks.

I vaguely felt her tremble slightly, her waist twist gently. My heart pounded,
my blood boiled, and time seemed to freeze. Neither of us moved away.

The game continued; her hand kept making mistakes with the mouse, and I was incoherently trying to teach her. My hand slowly moved
upwards , touching her bra. I gently tapped the clasp with two fingers.

As I was about to unhook it, she swayed slightly, struggling for a moment. This slight movement
aroused my desire. I quickened my pace, unhooking the clasp and gently resting my head on her right shoulder. My right hand
slipped under the front of her bra, and my left hand followed under her armpit.

From under her bra, my two palms cupped her breasts. They were slightly sagging but soft, and my heart
trembled unsure of what to do. I glanced at her; her face was flushed, and her chest was pounding. I gently
kneaded her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between my fingers with my index finger and thumb. I gently
cupped the curves of her breasts from top to bottom,
circling her nipples gently.

I heard her rapid breathing. Her right hand pressed tightly against my thigh. Her breasts began
to , and her nipples hardened. My heart pounded, my body felt like it was on fire, my throat was parched, and my lower body
was unbearably throbbing—a feeling I'd only ever experienced during my passionate lovemaking with my wife.

Overwhelmed by desire, I lost all reason and disregarded everything. I pulled her onto my
bed and pressed myself heavily on top of her. She struggled, trying to push me away, but I didn't care anymore.
I stood up to take off her pants, but she sat up too, gripping them tightly with both hands. In
her hesitation and inner conflict, she instinctively defended her last line of defense, while I was determined to succeed.

I knelt down, my buttocks pressed against her legs, and used my head to forcefully pull
down . My head was buried in her thick pubic hair, the curly hair tickling my face and carrying a
faint scent of shower gel. I stood up, half-embracing her, and pressed her down again. She was still struggling, twisting her
lower body, murmuring, "No, no, no." But her movements weren't as intense as before.
I tried to take off her clothes, and this time she didn't refuse. She even slightly lifted herself up and cooperated with me to take off her clothes. The night
was gentle, and my desire was intense. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she was reserved and refused to take off her underwear. It was a
beautiful set of underwear, a white lace bra with thin mesh cups, so comfortably wrapped around her... Yet
at this moment, how eager I was to remove this last line of defense.

So, with a brute force, and with a slight tearing sound, her beautiful lingerie fluttered to the ground.
We didn't say a word the whole time; only the whirring of the electric fan and our rapid breathing filled the air.

Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. My hands slipped under her armpits, encircling her shoulders,
my arms tightly gripping her full, round breasts. Our faces were pressed together, and I gently kissed and nibbled her
earlobe. At that moment, sinful desire had overwhelmed my reason, and of course, I wouldn't let go easily. I simply rolled over and pressed
myself against her, stripping myself completely naked as well.

I pressed my legs against my mother-in-law's lower body, my knees squeezing between her thighs, spreading her plump legs
wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, my right hand pinched her full breasts, and with
the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed her firmly into my arms. My erect penis was also pressed against
the outside , feeling incredibly aroused.

I ran my hand along the inside of my mother-in-law's thigh. The thick pubic hair and the raised mons pubis made me impatient .
I guided

my penis to her lower body, found the right spot, and eagerly thrust it in. The moment I entered, she let out a soft moan. I might have hurt her. Middle-aged
people are different from young people; their sexual arousal doesn't come as quickly. Her vagina wasn't properly lubricated, and it was a little dry before I put it in.
However, that slight resistance, different from that of a young person, gave me a wonderful pleasure.

I didn't move anymore, letting my penis rest quietly inside her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls gripped
my erect penis tightly. I lay quietly on top of her, constantly stroking her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks.

Soon, she began to move, hugging my buttocks tightly, biting my shoulder lightly and heavily with her teeth, her hips
occasionally twitching. Our legs were intertwined like snakes, her grip so tight it hurt me a little. Her
lower body also began to lubricate, becoming wet. I tried to slowly thrust in and out a few times; the slippery vagina felt
much looser, and I could move in and out freely.

Years of abstinence had made her movements somewhat clumsy and stiff; she was merely passively following my rhythm, letting me
control her . My thrusts pushed her to orgasm, her soft moans becoming increasingly rapid. The long-awaited pleasure made her hands on my
buttocks move much harder and faster. I thrust wildly, my mother-in-law's labia
flipping in and out with each stroke of my penis, making repetitive, deforming movements.

After a blissful, almost unbearable sensation, a wave of pleasure surged through my penis, concentrating in my lower abdomen. An
unbearable ecstasy immediately spread throughout my body, gathering at the very bottom of my spine, a tingling, itchy
feeling that I could no longer hold back. Like a volcanic eruption, my ejaculation erupted, and after a few thrusts,
my semen gushed out.

My mother-in-law, still with her eyes closed, held me tightly, unwilling to let go. After ejaculating, I lay limply on her full
body, panting heavily. She lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead, nudged
me gently, and then half-held me as she sat up. My limp penis slid out with her vaginal fluids.

My mother-in-law leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her hands. I knelt on her knees, facing her. I looked
down at her reddened labia, glistening with vaginal fluid under the light. Her
vaginal opening wasn't fully closed, and I could see my milky white semen seeping from her small red hole
.

I couldn't resist this sight. I leaned down, hugging her shoulders and pressing myself against her. She responded,
closing her eyes and holding me tightly, unwilling to let go. I lay quietly on top of her, gently caressing her earlobe and
lips.

After a while, my mother-in-law opened her eyes, released her arms, and pushed me away, saying, "Get up, I'm tired
." We looked at each other, and I lightly touched her lips to mine before leaving her.

A woman's inherent shyness made her sit up as well. After a brief pause, without a word, she
grabbed her clothes scattered on the bed and hurriedly left my room naked,
even forgetting her bra left in the corner of the bed.

That night I couldn't sleep, and I wondered if she felt the same way. After the brief physical pleasure,
I was consumed by deep self-reproach. What we had done was what people call "incest."

The word "incest" lingered in my mind. Was I committing incest? I asked
myself . I felt remorse and wanted to find solace in that remorse, and soon I found a reason for myself. A
reason that I believed could be self-consistent, even plausible.

Some might say I'm writing pornography, and sometimes even I think so myself. Why do I need to write in
such detail? I just need to tell people: My mother-in-law and I did something we shouldn't have done, we committed incest, please help me
! Isn't that enough? Why go to such lengths to pander to the public?

I'm writing in such detail to show people that throughout the entire process, she was passive, that I was the one seducing her, and
that she is a kind person. She lost her husband at 38, a stage in a woman's life often described as "fierce and virile,"
yet she suppressed her desires, devoting all her energy to raising her children, while also adhering to the
old adage "a widow's door is always rife with gossip," never crossing the line. She managed this for years.

If she were a flirtatious woman, I imagine she would have had many suitors, and
rumors of her being a "third party" would have circulated. She didn't experience any of that, not even a thought of remarrying.

Our affair won't affect other families, won't harm society, and, if
kept won't even affect our own families. We are only tormented by our consciences. I simply gave her what
she deserved, even if the method was immoral. If in reincarnation such a thing leads to hell, I
am willing to bear it all. The second reason can be reasoned as follows:

People consider our relationship incestuous because we are mother and son. This mother-son relationship is
a necessary reason for the conclusion of incest. That is, for the proposition of mother-son → sexual intercourse → incest to be valid, the first
two conditions must be met. I feel that the foundation of our mother-son relationship isn't so solid; it's negotiable
.

There are two types of mother-son relationships: one is inherent, built on blood ties, unbreakable,
material, and unchangeable. The other is a kinship relationship established through a third party, such as
the relationship between parents-in-law established through their children's marriage, or stepparents, godparents, etc. These relationships
depend on the existence of a third party; they are conscious and changeable.

My relationship is this kind. If my marriage to her daughter didn't exist or was dissolved, my relationship with her would
n't be incest. In other words, our so-called incest is an acquired concept; its establishment is
determined by people—this person could be you, me, or someone else; the standard is not fixed.

There's a saying, "A teacher for a day is a father for life," but in reality, we see many
examples of teacher-student relationships. Furthermore, in some villages in Sichuan,
polyandry involving brothers sharing a wife, sometimes father and son sharing a wife. Logically, that's incest, but few people
consider it incestuous. Therefore, I don't think our relationship was incestuous in the traditional sense; at most, it was just
an affair .

Driven by these two reasons, we had a second, and
final . The next morning, when I woke up, my mother-in-law had already gone to work, and breakfast was prepared and placed on the table.
There was a note on the table that read: "Buy me two emergency contraceptive pills (Yanting) on your way home from work."

I inwardly berated myself for focusing only on pleasure and forgetting the most important thing. The town is small; you'd run into
at least seven or eight acquaintances out of ten people. It wasn't a good sign for a widow to go to the emergency room to buy contraceptives, so she had to ask
me.

For over ten days, I lived in constant anxiety, wanting to ask her but not daring to. Every day I observed her closely,
fearing she might suddenly vomit uncontrollably—that would be a disaster.

About twenty days later, at dinner, I asked my mother-in-law, "Is everything alright?" She said, "
What do you mean, 'everything alright'?" "The emergency contraceptive pills." "She took them a while ago, she's fine, it's all over."
I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. For many days afterward, I wanted to relive the experience, but I didn't dare. Now, my mother-in-law seemed preoccupied every day. She wouldn't watch me
online anymore, and she kept her distance from me when watching TV. She rarely spoke to me except about everyday matters. I knew what was bothering her
; after all, no one feels comfortable sleeping with the same man as their daughter. Another month passed in this oppressive atmosphere.

One afternoon, I came home from work, but my mother-in-law wasn't there; she usually came home first. I cooked
dinner and waited for her, but it was past nine o'clock and she still hadn't returned. Since she didn't have a cell phone, I didn't know where to look for
her. I thought if she didn't come back in another hour, I would go out to look for her. I

anxiously kept checking the time. About forty minutes later, just as I was about to leave,
the phone rang. I rushed over to answer it; it was Aunt Liu, my mother-in-law's colleague, calling to say that my mother-in-law was drunk and
had been taken downstairs, asking me to come and pick her up.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could. My mother-in-law was drunk; although she was still somewhat conscious, she was unsteady on her feet
. As Aunt Liu saw her off, she explained why my mother-in-law was drunk: a close colleague had invited them to dinner for her
birthday , and those who weren't good drinkers had gotten quite drunk.

Back home, I went to the bedroom to check on my mother-in-law. She was lying on her back on the bed, arms and legs outstretched, her face flushed,
eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, half of her waist was exposed, and her
tight jeans outlined her pubic area in a way that made my blood boil.

I had only intended to help her take off her shoes, but then my hands reached for her outer clothes and pants. Today
she was wearing a bright red lingerie set. Under the light, the bright red bra and panties were particularly eye-catching.
I gently stroked her breasts a few times, then slipped my hand inside her panties and touched her plump pubic area.
I was breathing heavily, feeling hot all over, and I was about to lose control, but I didn't dare. I tried hard to suppress my
desire.

I pulled my hand out, and just as I turned to leave, my mother-in-law opened her eyes, sat up, and said, "Come on!"
It turned out that my mother-in-law had been awake all along. I was suddenly at a loss, standing there frozen for more than ten seconds. She slowly
unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties on the bed, then lay down quietly.

My mother-in-law's naked body was displayed before my eyes. Parts I hadn't seen before were now fully exposed.
Without sagged and spread to the sides, undulating with every movement. Her breasts weren't large, but
the pointed peaks appeared firm, and the nipples were high, surrounded by a large,
alluring .

My mother-in-law's waist was already a bit thick, and the fullest part of her body was her round buttocks. As she had reached middle age, her lower abdomen
had lost the flatness and elasticity of a young girl, and was now slightly protruding, revealing two jade-like thighs. Her two
plump, snow-white buttocks were also completely exposed. At the base of her snow-white, almost translucent thighs was
her hairy vulva, which was high and protruding below her abdomen. The white skin and dark pubic hair exuded an irresistible and intense
stimulation .

Her dark brown pubic hair, curly and thick, coarse and stiff, formed an inverted triangle covering her full,
mounded vulva. Her dark purple clitoris nestled between her thick labia like a ripe grape.

From the front, a pinkish cleft was visible
beneath her smooth, white vulva. Her pubic area was a dark reddish-black, with the mons pubis slightly raised. Her smooth labia, like budding petals, protruded high, and
the barely visible cleft between them exuded endless allure and desire. Seeing all this, I felt my head
spinning.

The summer air seemed to be filled with a suffocating pressure. I felt a
burning desire surging within me; my cheeks burned, and I was sweating profusely. I desperately tried to
suppress my primal impulses with reason, but I couldn't completely control them. I was forced to reach out with trembling hands to secretly rub my erect
penis.

I took off my clothes and climbed onto my mother-in-law. She pushed me away and said, "Take it slow." I understood what she
meant; I couldn't just jump straight in like last time, or I'd hurt her. I moved
back a little, so my mouth was right on her breast. I lowered myself and took
one of her breasts into my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at her nipple, making her feel very comfortable, and she
kept making soft, pleasurable noises.

I stood up, found a clean towel, and spread it on the bed, then had my mother-in-law roll over onto her stomach. She seemed to want to ask
something, but was too shy to, so she just let me do as I pleased. After parting her legs, I knelt between them, starting from
her back , gently stroking and caressing her back and waist like a lover… My hands seemed to have more than
ten fingers, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… I continued to touch her, and
soon my mother-in-law let out soft moans: “Ah…oh…” My mother-in-law quickly became aroused, her lower body
unconsciously rubbing gently against the towel beneath her. Then I knelt behind her, massaging her buttocks and waist.
These are both erogenous zones for women, and of course I wouldn't miss them.

Perhaps it felt too good, because my mother-in-law instinctively arched her buttocks. But I didn't immediately stimulate
her core area. I knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with my hands from her buttocks, passing over her waist and
back, then sliding to her sides, reaching forward to touch her breasts! She couldn't control herself at that moment, and when I touched her nipples
, she made an “Oh…oh…” sound, inhaling deeply, and I continued to rub her nipples.

I felt myself getting excited, as if my nerves were directly connected to my brain, with waves of stimulation washing over me.
My mother-in-law also seemed to relax completely. I touched her genitals, and I felt streams of fluid secreting from them.

My mother-in-law unconsciously raised her upper body so that I could grasp her breasts, while her body involuntarily and helplessly twisted,
continuing to moan "Mmm... mmm..."

I licked my mother-in-law's earlobes, neck, and back, then gradually moved downwards, circling my hands on her buttocks... I placed
my hands between her buttocks and teased them back and forth... Occasionally, I also inserted my penis into her buttocks and thrust in and out.
At this moment, she seemed to be on the verge of orgasm; her lower body was pressed tightly against the bath towel, and her vaginal opening was completely wet.

I felt the time was right. I held my mother-in-law's waist and made her kneel down, raising her buttocks. I rubbed my penis
against her vaginal opening to lubricate the tip before thrusting it straight in. At the moment of penetration, I heard a heavy groan from her
throat , and I felt as if I were being electrocuted, experiencing a euphoric sensation.

I grabbed my mother-in-law's full buttocks and pushed and pulled hard, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina against the push.
Her pair of hanging, white breasts swayed back and forth. At the moment of penetration, I heard
a heavy groan from her throat, and I felt as if I were being electrocuted, experiencing a euphoric sensation.

The bed creaked and groaned. Perhaps because she had given birth, her vagina was somewhat loose, lacking
the tightness of a younger woman's vagina, but this also enhanced the man's sexual stamina.

I thrust in and out... We changed positions; I was on top of my mother-in-law, my legs
clamping She also clamped her legs together, allowing her vagina to grip my penis well. I pressed her breasts tightly against
my chest, rubbing them back and forth, my penis moving incessantly inside her vagina, our pubic hair rubbing against each other... Like a flood
bursting its banks , when I used my last bit of strength, my mother-in-law was panting heavily, drenched in sweat; she had reached her climax.

After endless physical pleasure, I lay on top of my mother-in-law, panting heavily. She was also breathing heavily with her eyes
closed . I propped myself up on my arms and carefully looked at her face. I saw the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a faint
dark spot on her face. Suddenly, a sense of guilt welled up inside me.

"What am I doing?" I inappropriately asked myself. But I couldn't
show this expression; if she sensed my thoughts, it would only increase her guilt.

I continued to caress her body as if nothing was wrong, gently kissing her breasts and earlobes, then stood up and
dressed with my back to her. When I finished dressing and was about to leave, she sat naked on the bed, hugging her knees, her head bowed,
her hair obscuring half her face. In a trembling voice, she said to me, "Xiao Lei, let's stop here. We
can't do this anymore." I turned around and left my mother-in-law's room silently. I knew I was right; any words I
uttered at that moment would be useless and powerless. Between right and wrong, neither of us
had the power to choose. We could only let time fade this distorted relationship in silence.

That winter came particularly early. In the cold weather, we were both wrapped in heavy clothes,
greatly reducing the temptation of sexual information. Coupled with our restraint, we safely passed through a turbulent winter.

After winter, spring arrived. A few days before the Qingming Festival, I received my transfer order to leave the small town and become the deputy secretary of the Party Committee in
a township government. From then on, I saw my mother-in-law less often. I could only
go home with my wife on weekends. During meals, we would subtly observe each other, but neither of us
crossed the line.

I stayed in the township for six years, rising from deputy secretary to secretary.
Perhaps When these factors disappeared, we both restrained
ourselves and returned to normalcy. Perhaps some incestuous relationships in reality stem from this.

After my younger sister graduated from teachers' college, I used my connections to get her a teaching position at a middle school in the small town, so she
could frequently go home to take care of my mother-in-law. Later, due to my promotion and the requirement for my superiors to be transferred to other areas, I
was transferred to another county as the head of the Organization Department, and my contact with my mother-in-law became even less frequent.

In my spare time, I often reflect on our relationship. I've crossed the line morally
; in the struggle between desire and faith, our faith has been utterly worthless. Sex is a human instinct,
yet I've gone too far. Deep down, I struggle to choose between right and wrong. Was I wrong
?

(The End)

After graduating from university, I passed the civil service exam and came to work in a small town, in the county's organization department. Two years later, I met my wife, who had just graduated from teachers' college. We fell in love at first sight, and it took us less than six months
from meeting to marriage . When my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law had just turned 42. Her home was a three-bedroom apartment in the staff dormitory area of the town's machinery factory. My workplace didn't provide housing, so we lived . My wife taught at a primary school in a remote town, more than 100 kilometers from our town. She could only come home on Saturdays and had to leave again on Sundays. At that time, my sister-in-law was studying at a teachers' college in the provincial capital, so it was usually just my mother-in-law and me at home. Speaking of my mother-in-law, there's a long story to tell. In high school, she was the most beautiful girl in the school, with many admirers. In her second year, because her father retired, she dropped out to take , becoming a worker. She was only 18 when she started working there, and that's where she met my father-in-law. He was a newly assigned worker-peasant-soldier college graduate, very talented and handsome. My mother-in-law fell in love with him at first sight, and they married in 1979. My wife was their first child; she was only 19 when she was born, and my younger sister was born two years later. Sadly, their happiness was short-lived. My father-in-law passed away from illness the year my wife graduated from junior high and entered a teacher's college. My mother-in-law was only 38 that year . Although she was in her early forties, she possessed the mature elegance of a virtuous woman. She always spoke softly , and every gesture exuded femininity. Because she paid attention to her appearance and appearance, she remained radiant and charming. And unlike most women whose figures deteriorate significantly with age, she maintained a remarkably perfect figure and curves. Her full breasts stood tall , her buttocks were large and round, and her skin was fair and smooth—a fact evidenced by the beastly gazes many men gave her… Whenever she and my wife went out together, people said they looked like sisters, not mother and daughter. When I got married, we didn't have a proper ceremony; we just had a small banquet at a restaurant in the city for some relatives and friends. I didn't even take them to see the new house. Some good friends always said I wasn't being generous.

It was around August when, after finishing my work, I invited some friends over for dinner to make up for
their missed out. It was a Saturday, and my mother-in-law went out early to buy groceries.

Around 1 p.m., I went to pick up my friends. As I entered, one of the clumsy friends called my mother-in-law "elder sister,"
making me quite embarrassed. My mother-in-law smiled and explained, "I'm his mother-in-law."

They teased, "Auntie, you're so young and beautiful, we thought you were Xiao Lei's older sister!" Their
words made me take a closer look at my mother-in-law.

Yes, she had changed today. Her hair was carefully styled, her eyebrows were drawn, and her face was lightly powdered, giving her an elegant
yet dignified appearance. She wore a pair of light gray-white trousers, the thin, flowing kind, and a tight-fitting, open
-necked t-shirt. The trousers fit her perfectly, hugging her rounded hips, typical of a young married woman,
and the outline of her underwear was faintly visible. The t-shirt accentuated her breasts, making them appear firm, round, and shapely, almost
bursting out . When she bent over, her shallow cleavage was faintly visible, quite alluring. My mother-in-law was already pretty,
and with this outfit, she was even more striking, making my heart race. I can usually drink a lot, but that day I made excuses to decline
quite a few drinks.

After the meal, as I was seeing my friends off, one of them chuckled and said to me privately, "Your mother-in-law is
so beautiful, you're lucky, don't go after her and her son too." I felt a little
pleased, but I took it as a joke and didn't think much of it. When I got home, my mother-in-law was mopping the floor, and I
sat on the sofa watching TV, but my eyes kept wandering between her breasts and buttocks.

That night I couldn't sleep, thinking about her naked, longing to break the taboo between mother and son
and enjoy that immoral and sinful thrill. That night, she became the object of my sexual fantasies, until
I masturbated and ejaculated with great satisfaction. Although I had the desire, I didn't have the courage. However, something
happened that pushed me further down the line of taboo.

Once, a subordinate unit hosted a work-related dinner for us. There were six of them and only
three of us. They were quite adept at urging
us

to drink, and I got incredibly drunk that day. I don't remember anything about getting home. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up thirsty, I found myself lying on
the floor covered with a straw mat, shirtless except for tight underwear, covered only by a blanket. The light was still
on, and the sheets and my clothes were gone.

I checked the time; it was past 3 a.m. I pieced together what was going on: my wife wasn't home, and the person who brought me
home wouldn't have done this; it could only be her—my mother-in-law. I felt a little embarrassed, but secretly quite
pleased.

The next morning, I still felt dizzy and unwell. My mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast.

"I cooked some millet porridge and pickled vegetables to help you sober up. You were completely drunk last night,
you need to be more careful next time."

"Who brought me home last night?" "Xiao Hou, the driver from your workplace. We practically dragged
you upstairs." "Did I throw up?" "You're one to talk! Xiao Hou hadn't been gone long when you threw up, you
didn't , you just threw up on the bed, your clothes were all dirty. We had to clean you up, drag
you off the bed, and then, since I didn't have the strength, I had to let you sleep on the floor." From then on, I reduced
my social engagements and spent more time at home. My mother-in-law is a talkative person, and within a few days we were talking
about everything , even private topics like who at work was having an affair. We became
closer.

Our conversations and feelings had grown closer, but the physical closeness started when I bought a computer
. Without that computer, we might have just been chatty friends, and nothing would have happened.

Staying home for too long got boring, so I bought a computer and got broadband internet. Unfortunately,
my mother-in-law is a card addict. Every night I play cards online, and she sits next to me watching after her shower. It's summer,
nighttime , the fan is on, and we sit very close. The scent of her shower gel and the wind blowing
her hair against my face and neck are incredibly arousing.

What's worse, most of the time she wears a white, strappy pajamas, her bra straps are completely
exposed, and you can even clearly see the shape and pattern of her bra underneath. Her pajama bottoms are
very thin, just above the knee, leaving a section of her thigh exposed.

Every now and then, our bare thighs touch. At first, we pulled away as if we'd been electrocuted.
Later, I started teaching her how to use the computer, which meant sitting very close. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, it
was inevitable that our legs would touch. We gradually got used to each other, thigh to thigh, and I enjoyed
the sensual pleasure.

Gradually, when she was using the computer, I would often place my hand on her thigh or put it on her
shoulder When I got a good hand, I would shake her shoulders vigorously. She didn't object or show any
displeasure.

As time went on, I became bolder, occasionally pinching her muscles, touching her ear, or
smoothing her hair. At first, she would slightly sway her body or stomp her foot to stop me, but soon she let me.

Later, when we watched TV, we sat very close together, and without thinking, my
hand gently rest on her round, firm buttocks, sometimes even gently kneading them. She didn't object.
Even so, neither of us took any further steps.

For several days, we enjoyed this unspoken, private, and respectful
exchange .

My wife came home on Saturday. Just after 9 p.m., my wife said she was tired and wanted to rest, but insisted on taking me with her.
I knew what she meant. Once in the bedroom, her hurried movements made the wire mesh bed creak and
groan. My mother-in-law, who was reading in the living room, had to turn the TV back on and up the volume. While
making love with my wife, I kept thinking about my mother-in-law.

The next day, my wife left. Because of what happened the night before, I didn't dare look my mother-in-law in the eye, but she acted as if nothing had happened, chatting
and laughing . After showering that evening, she sat next to me as before, asking me to teach her how to play "Red Alert."
We were back to that old feeling.

Our thighs were pressed together, and the scent of her shower gel made me dizzy. I closed my eyes...
I carefully inhaled the fragrance emanating from her; it was a very special scent, as if it would
travel from my nose to my brain, allowing my mind to truly experience its magic!

Gradually, I felt an urge, as if the beast within me had been lured by this fragrance,
trying to break free from the shackles of morality, ready to unleash its power!

A moment later, my left hand slipped under her clothes, gently rubbing her lower back. She didn't resist. My hand
slowly moved down, touching her waistband.
My hand inching its way inside, from her outer pants to her underwear, slowly resting on her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks.

I faintly felt her tremble slightly, gently twisting her waist. My heart pounded,
my blood boiled, and time seemed to freeze; neither of us moved away.

The game continued; her hand kept making mistakes with the mouse, and I was incoherently trying to teach her. My hand slowly moved
upwards , touching her bra. I gently tapped the clasp with two fingers.

As I prepared to unhook it, she swayed slightly, struggling for a moment. This subtle movement
aroused the bra completely. I gently rested my head on her right shoulder, my right hand
slipping under the front of her bra, my left hand following under her armpit.

From under the bra, my two palms cupped her breasts. They were slightly sagging but soft, and my heart
trembled unsure of what to do. I glanced at her; her face was flushed, her chest pounding. I gently
kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers, lightly pinching them with my index finger and thumb. I gently
enveloped , my fingertips tracing the curves of her breasts from top to bottom, my fingers
gently circling around her nipples.

I heard her rapid breathing; her right hand pressed tightly against my thigh, her breasts began
to swell , and her nipples hardened. My heart pounded, my body felt like it was on fire, my throat was parched, and my lower body
was unbearably swollen—a feeling I'd only ever experienced during my passionate courtship with my wife.

Overwhelmed by desire, I lost all reason and disregarded everything. I pulled her onto my
bed and pressed myself heavily on top of her. She struggled, trying to push me away, but I didn't care.
I stood up to take off her pants, but she sat up too, gripping them tightly with both hands. She
instinctively defended her last line of defense amidst her hesitation and inner conflict, while I was determined to achieve my goal.

I knelt down, my buttocks pressed against her legs, and used my head to forcefully pull
down . My head was buried in her thick pubic hair, the curly hair tickling my face and carrying a
faint scent of shower gel. I stood up, half-embracing her, and pressed her down again. She was still struggling, twisting her
lower body, murmuring, "No, no, no." But her movements weren't as intense as before.
I tried to take off her clothes, and this time she didn't refuse. She even slightly lifted herself up and cooperated with me to take off her clothes. The night
was gentle, and my desire was intense. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she was reserved and refused to take off her underwear. It was a
beautiful set of underwear, a white lace bra with thin mesh cups, so comfortably wrapped around her... Yet
at this moment, how eager I was to remove this last line of defense.

So, with a brute force, and with a slight tearing sound, her beautiful lingerie fluttered to the ground.
We didn't say a word the whole time; only the whirring of the electric fan and our rapid breathing filled the air.

Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. My hands slipped under her armpits, encircling her shoulders,
my arms tightly gripping her full, round breasts. Our faces were pressed together, and I gently kissed and nibbled her
earlobe. At that moment, sinful desire had overwhelmed my reason, and of course, I wouldn't let go easily. I
simply rolled over and pressed myself against her, stripping myself completely naked as well.

I pressed my legs against my mother-in-law's lower body, my knees squeezing between her thighs, spreading her plump legs
wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, my right hand pinched her full breasts, and with
the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed her firmly into my arms. My erect penis was also pressed against
the outside , feeling incredibly aroused.

I ran my hand along the inside of my mother-in-law's thigh. The thick pubic hair and the raised mons pubis made me impatient .
I guided

my penis to her lower body, found the right spot, and eagerly thrust it in. The moment I entered, she let out a soft moan. I might have hurt her. Middle-aged
people are different from young people; their sexual arousal doesn't come as quickly. Her vagina wasn't properly lubricated, and it was a little dry before I put it in.
However, that slight resistance, different from that of a young person, gave me a wonderful pleasure.

I didn't move anymore, letting my penis rest quietly inside her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls gripped
my erect penis tightly. I lay quietly on top of her, constantly stroking her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks.

Soon, she began to move, hugging my buttocks tightly, biting my shoulder lightly and heavily with her teeth, her hips
occasionally twitching. Our legs were intertwined like snakes, her grip so tight it hurt me a little. Her
lower body also began to lubricate, becoming wet. I tried to slowly thrust in and out a few times; the slippery vagina felt
much looser, and I could move in and out freely.

Years of abstinence had made her movements somewhat clumsy and stiff; she was merely passively following my rhythm, letting me
control her . My thrusts pushed her to orgasm, her soft moans becoming increasingly rapid. The long-awaited pleasure made her hands on my
buttocks move much harder and faster. I thrust wildly, my mother-in-law's labia
flipping in and out with each stroke of my penis, making repetitive, deforming movements.

After the ecstasy of pleasure, a surge of ecstasy flowed deep into my penis, concentrating entirely in my lower abdomen. An
unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout my body, gathering at the very bottom of my spine,
an unbearable tingling and itching sensation. I could no longer hold back; I finally erupted like a volcano,
my ejaculation .

My mother-in-law still held me tightly with her eyes closed, unwilling to let go. After ejaculating, I lay limply on my mother-in-law's full
body, panting heavily. My mother-in-law lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead, nudged
me gently, and then half-held me as she sat up. My limp penis slid out with her vaginal fluids.

My mother-in-law leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her hands. I
knelt looking down at her reddened labia, glistening with vaginal fluids under the light.
The opening wasn't completely closed, and I could see my milky white semen seeping from my mother-in-law's small red hole
.

Seeing this beautiful sight, I couldn't resist. I leaned down, hugging her shoulders and pressing myself against her. She responded,
closing her eyes and holding me tightly, unwilling to let go. I quietly lay on top of her, gently caressing her earlobe and
lips.

After a while, my mother-in-law opened her eyes, released her arms from my embrace, and pushed me away, saying, "Get up, I'm tired
." We looked at each other, and I lightly touched her lips to mine before leaving her.

A woman's inherent shyness made her sit up as well. After a brief pause, without a word, she stood
up, grabbed her clothes scattered on the bed, and hurriedly left my room naked,
even forgetting her bra left in the corner of the bed.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I wondered if she felt the same way. After the brief physical pleasure,
I was filled with deep remorse. What we had done was what people call "incest."

The word "incest" lingered in my mind. Am I committing incest? I asked
myself . I felt remorse and wanted to find solace in that remorse, so I soon found a reason for myself. A
reason that I believed could be self-consistent, even plausible.

Some might say I'm writing pornography, and sometimes even I think so myself. Why do I need to write in
such detail? I just need to tell people: My mother-in-law and I did something we shouldn't have, we committed incest, please help me
! Isn't that enough? Why go to such lengths to pander to the public? I

'm writing in such detail to show people that throughout the whole process, she was passive, that I was the one seducing her,
and that she was a kind person. She lost her husband at 38, a stage in a woman's life, as the saying goes, when she's at her most sexually active. Yet,
she had to suppress her desires and devote all her energy to raising her children, while also adhering to the old saying, "A widow's door
is always full of gossip," and not cross the line. She managed to do that over the years.

If she were a flirtatious person, I imagine she would have many suitors given her looks and figure, and in that case,
rumors of her being a "third party" would circulate. She has none of these issues, not even a thought of remarrying.

Our affair won't affect other families, hasn't caused any harm to society, and could even be said to have avoided impacting our families if
kept . We are only troubled by our own consciences. I simply gave her
what she deserved, even though the method was immoral. If in reincarnation such a thing would lead to hell, then I
am willing to bear it all. The second reason can be reasoned as follows:

People consider our relationship incestuous because we are mother and son. This mother-son relationship is
a necessary reason for the conclusion of incest. That is, for the proposition of mother-son → sexual relations → incest to be valid, the first
two conditions must be met. However, I feel that the foundation of our mother-son relationship is not so solid; it is negotiable
.

There are two types of mother-son relationships: one is inherent, built on blood ties, unbreakable,
material, and unchangeable. One type of kinship is established through a third-party component, such as
the relationship between parents-in-law established through their children's marriage, or stepparents, godparents, etc. The establishment of these relationships
depends on the existence of a third party; they are conscious and changeable.

My relationship is such that if my marriage to her daughter did not exist or was dissolved, my relationship with her would
not be incest. In other words, our so-called incest is an acquired concept; its establishment is
determined by people—this person could be you, me, or someone else; the standard is not fixed.

There's a common saying, "A teacher for a day is a father for life," but in reality, we see many
examples of teacher-student relationships. Furthermore, in a certain village in Sichuan,
polyandry involving brothers sharing a wife, sometimes father and son sharing a wife. Logically, that's also incest, but few people
consider it incestuous. Therefore, I don't think our relationship is the traditional kind of incest; at most, it's just
adultery .

Under the influence of these two reasons, we experienced an even more passionate second, and final,
encounter . The morning after that night, when I got up, my mother-in-law had already gone to work. Breakfast was ready and on the table.
There was also a note on the table that read: "Buy me two emergency contraceptive pills when you get home from work."

I scolded myself inwardly, realizing I had only focused on pleasure and forgotten the most important thing. The town was small; if you ran into ten people,
you would know at least seven or eight of them. It wasn't a good thing for a widow to go to buy contraceptive pills, so she had to ask
me.

For more than ten days, I lived in anxiety, wanting to ask her but not daring to. Every day I observed her closely,
afraid that one day she would suddenly vomit uncontrollably, which would be a real problem.

About twenty days later, at dinner, I asked my mother-in-law, "Are you alright now?" She said, "
What do you mean, 'alright'?" "About the contraceptive pills." "She took them a while ago, she's fine, it's all over." I felt relieved.
For many days afterward, I wanted to relive the past, but I didn't dare. Now my mother-in-law seemed preoccupied every day, she wouldn't watch me
online, she would stay far away from me when watching TV, and she rarely spoke to me except about everyday matters. I knew what was bothering her
; after all, no one feels comfortable sleeping with the same man as their daughter. We endured another month of this suppressed feeling.

One afternoon, I came home from work, but my mother-in-law wasn't there. She usually came home first. I cooked
dinner and waited for her, but it was past nine o'clock and she still hadn't returned. Since she didn't have a cell phone, I didn't know where to look for
her. I thought if she didn't come back in another hour, I'd have to go look for her. I

anxiously kept checking the time. About forty minutes later, just as I was about to leave,
the phone rang. I rushed over to answer it. It was Aunt Liu, my mother-in-law's colleague, calling to say that my mother-in-law was drunk and
had been taken downstairs, asking me to come pick her up.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could. My mother-in-law was drunk; although still somewhat conscious, she was unsteady on her feet
. As Aunt Liu saw her off, she explained why my mother-in-law was drunk: a close colleague had invited them to dinner
for her birthday , and those who weren't good drinkers had gotten quite drunk.

Back home, I went to the bedroom to check on my mother-in-law. She was lying on her back on the bed, arms and legs outstretched, her face flushed,
eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, and half of her waist was exposed.
Her tight jeans outlined her pubic area in a way that made my blood boil.

I only intended to help her take off her shoes, but then my hands ended up reaching for her coat and pants. Today
She was wearing a bright red lingerie set. Under the light, the bright red bra and panties were particularly eye-catching.
I gently stroked her breasts a few times, then slipped my hand inside her panties to touch her plump crotch.
I was breathing heavily, my body burning with desire; I was almost out of control, but I dared not. I tried hard to
suppress my lust.

I pulled my hand away, and just as I turned to leave, my mother-in-law opened her eyes, sat up, and said, "Come on!"
It turned out she had been awake all along. I was suddenly at a loss, standing there frozen for several seconds. She slowly
unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties on the bed, then quietly lay down.

My mother-in-law's completely naked body was displayed before me. Parts I hadn't seen before were now fully visible. Her breasts,
without the support of a bra, sagged and spread to the sides, undulating with every movement. Her breasts weren't large, but
the pointed peaks appeared firm. The nipples were high, surrounded by a large, alluring halo
of light .

My mother-in-law's waist was somewhat thick, and the fullest part of her body was her round buttocks. In middle age, her lower abdomen
had lost the flatness and elasticity of a young girl, becoming slightly protruding, revealing two jade-like thighs. Her two
plump snow-white buttocks were also completely exposed. At the base of her almost translucent, snow-white thighs was a high
, hairy vulva protruding below her abdomen. The white skin and dark pubic hair exuded an irresistible, intense
stimulation .

Her dark brown pubic hair, curly and thick, coarse and stiff, formed an inverted triangle covering her full,
mounded vulva. Her dark purple clitoris nestled between her thick labia like a ripe grape.

From the front, a pinkish cleft was visible
beneath her smooth, white vulva. Her pubic area was a dark reddish-black, with the mons pubis slightly raised. Her smooth labia, like budding petals, protruded high, and
the barely visible cleft between them exuded endless allure and desire. Seeing all this, I felt my head
spinning.

The summer air seemed to be filled with a suffocating pressure. I felt a
burning desire surging within me; my cheeks burned, and I was sweating profusely. I desperately tried to
suppress my primal impulses with reason, but I couldn't completely control them. I was forced to reach out with trembling hands to secretly rub my erect
penis.

I took off my clothes and climbed onto my mother-in-law. She pushed me away and said, "Take it slow." I understood what she
meant; I couldn't just jump straight in like last time, or I'd hurt her. I moved
back a little, so my mouth was right on her breast. I lowered myself and took
one of her breasts into my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at her nipple, making her feel very comfortable, and she
kept making soft, pleasurable noises.

I stood up, found a clean towel, and spread it on the bed, then had my mother-in-law roll over onto her stomach. She seemed to want to ask
something, but was too shy to, so she just let me do as I pleased. After parting her legs, I knelt between them, starting from
her back , gently stroking and caressing her back and waist like a lover… My hands seemed to have more than
ten fingers, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… I continued to touch her, and
soon my mother-in-law let out soft moans: “Ah…oh…” My mother-in-law quickly became aroused, her lower body
unconsciously rubbing gently against the towel beneath her. Then I knelt behind her, massaging her buttocks and waist.
These are both erogenous zones for women, and of course I wouldn't miss them.

Perhaps it felt too good, because my mother-in-law instinctively arched her buttocks. But I didn't immediately stimulate
her core area. I knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with my hands from her buttocks, passing over her waist and
back, then sliding to her sides, reaching forward to touch her breasts! She couldn't control herself at that moment, and when I touched her nipples
, she made an “Oh…oh…” sound, inhaling deeply, and I continued to rub her nipples.

I felt myself getting excited, as if my nerves were directly connected to my brain, waves of stimulation washing over me.
My mother-in-law seemed to relax completely; I touched her genitals and saw gushing fluid.

She unconsciously raised her upper body so I could grasp her breasts, her body twisting helplessly as she
continued to moan, "Mmm...mmm..."

I licked her earlobes, neck, and back, then gradually moved downwards, running my hand over her buttocks...
I placed my hand between her buttocks and teased her... Occasionally, I would insert my penis into her buttocks and thrust in and out.
She seemed to be on the verge of orgasm; her genitals were pressed tightly against the towel, her vaginal opening completely soaked.

I felt the time was right. I held her waist and made her kneel, raising her buttocks. I rubbed my penis
against her vaginal opening to lubricate the tip before thrusting it in. At the moment of penetration, I heard a heavy groan from her
throat , a jolt of electric shock that sent me into a frenzy.

I grabbed my mother-in-law's full buttocks and pushed and pulled hard, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina against the force of the push.
Her pair of hanging, white breasts swayed back and forth. At the moment of penetration, I heard
a heavy groan from her throat, and I felt a jolt of ecstasy, like an electric shock.

The bed creaked. Perhaps because she had given birth, her vagina was somewhat loose, lacking
the tightness of a young woman's vagina, but this also enhanced my sexual stamina.

I kept thrusting... We changed positions, I was on top of my mother-in-law, my legs
clamping She also clamped her legs tightly, allowing her vagina to grip my penis well. I pressed her breasts tightly against
my chest and rubbed them back and forth, my penis moving incessantly inside her vagina, our pubic hair rubbing against each other... Like a flood
bursting its banks , when I used my last bit of strength, my mother-in-law was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, she had reached her climax.

After endless physical pleasure, I lay panting on top of my mother-in-law. She, with her eyes closed, was also
breathing heavily . I propped myself up on my arms and carefully examined her face. I noticed the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the faint
dark spots on her face. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over me.

"What am I doing?" I inappropriately asked myself. But I couldn't
show this expression; if she sensed my thoughts, it would only increase her guilt.

I continued to caress her body as if nothing was wrong, gently kissing her breasts and earlobes, then stood up and turned my back
to her as I dressed. When I finished dressing and was about to leave, she sat naked on the bed, hugging her knees, her head bowed,
her hair obscuring half her face. In a trembling voice, she said to me, "Xiao Lei, let's stop here. From now on, we..."
"This can't go on." I turned around and left my mother-in-law's room silently. I knew
I was right; any words I uttered at that moment would be useless and powerless. Between right and wrong, neither of us
had the power to choose. We could only let time fade this distorted relationship in silence.

That winter came unusually early. In the cold, we were both wrapped in heavy clothes,
greatly reducing the temptation of sexual information. Coupled with our restraint, we safely weathered a turbulent winter.

After winter, spring arrived. It seemed like a few days before the Qingming Festival, I received a transfer order to leave the small town and become the deputy secretary of the Party Committee in
a township government. From then on, I saw my mother-in-law less often. I could only
go home with my wife on weekends. During meals, we would subtly observe each other, but neither of us
crossed the line again.

In the township, I rose from deputy secretary to secretary... Six years passed.
Perhaps When those factors disappeared, we both restrained
ourselves and returned to normalcy. Perhaps some incestuous relationships in reality stem from this.

After my younger sister graduated from teachers' college, I used my connections to get her a teaching position at a middle school in a small town, so she
could frequently go home to take care of my mother-in-law. Later, due to a promotion and a requirement from my superiors
to be transferred to another county as the head of the organization department, I had even less contact with my mother-in-law.

In my spare time, I would occasionally reflect on our interactions. I had crossed the line of morality
; in the struggle between desire and faith, our faith was utterly worthless. Sex is a human instinct,
yet I went too far. But deep down, I couldn't choose between right and wrong. Was I wrong
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